1. A Summer's Surprise (Part 1)


    Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Fiction, Exhibitionism, Male/Female, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Author: Nicholas Keel, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    plane falling out of the sky would have moved him from that spot. He shifted his weight slightly, to get a different angle through the slats. Her stomach curved out slightly, and then dipped, rising again to meet her ribs. Her skin was smooth and perfect, slick with oil. She was wearing a red bikini accented with white dots, and the fabric gently enveloped her breasts. Her dark brown hair was piled above her on the deck chair as she lay on her back in the warm, morning sun. She's beautiful. Nick reached down, and adjusted himself. His growing hardness was pressing uncomfortably against his jeans. As if sensing his need, she stretched luxuriously, arching her back off of the deck chair, and making her nipples stand out against the strained fabric of her suit. Nick's hand seemed to snake down of its own according, applying a slight pressure to the hardening bulge behind his jeans. He was so hard it hurt, the throbbing beat in time with his pulse, and the little waves of pleasure that rippled through his body with the pressure of it. She laid back, and settled in to the chair. She brought up one knee, thankfully her left, and thus farther away from him, and not obstructing his view. She ran her hand down her stomach, the oiled skin smooth, tanned, and used to the summer's heat. Her fingers began to lazily trance the line of the bikini bottom, the slight crease where her thigh met her pelvis. She seemed to drag her fingernails across her inner thigh, lightly scratching at the ...
    skin there, leaving a small track on the oiled skin which faded quickly. What the hell is happening? Her finger ventured to the small triangle of fabric, covering the curved mount beneath. She parted her legs ever so slightly, and began to run her fingers up over the fabric, highlighting in relief the curves and folds of her. She ran her fingers over the contours of the fabric, her lips faintly visible against the tight fabric. Slowly, the color of the red fabric began to darken, as her juices were absorbed by the fabric. The small of her back lifted of the chair, as she rocked her hips, her breath now coming faster and faster and she worked her fingers in tight light circles, bringing her close and closer to release. Nick was not sure when exactly he had unzipped his jeans, but unzipped they were, and he was running his hands tightly over his shaft, squeezing and pumping in time with her circles. Her pace increased, and he increased his as well. Her back now arched against the chair, lifting her chest to the blue clouded sky. Her lips parted, and her tongue darted out, wetting them slightly. A short little moan and cry escaped, and that about did it for him. It was happening. Nick continued working his member, and he was already close to finishing. She looked to be pretty close, too. With one hand, she pressed the fabric of her bikini against herself, her fingers disappearing into the wet fabric, pressed slightly inside her. Her other hand furiously rubbed her clit through the ...
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