1. Adrenalin


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: Wilful, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    back into the moment. “Ah, you want to give me a hand there?” she smirked, her dark eyebrow arched. She was hugging her air tank, now separated from her buoyancy-control vest. ‘Fuck!’ I scolded myself. I could feel the heat returning to my cheeks, my forehead prickling with sweat. I took the big yellow cylinder from her and loaded it into the back of the car. When I turned back, George was unzipping the front of her wetsuit down to her waist. As she peeled it from her right arm, the purple neoprene tore away from her shoulder and fluttered down towards the ground. “What the fuck?” she frowned, twisting and contorting to retrieve the tattered segments flapping around her right hip. Distracted with the ripped edges of her wetsuit, she didn’t notice the shoulder strap of her navy-blue bikini top snap. The triangular cup fell away from her right breast, exposing it brilliantly in the sunlight. It was small, as she was, but well-rounded and perfectly-proportioned for her body. Her nipple caught the sun, standing out a few shades lighter than the lovely pink areola surrounding it. Staring as long as I dared, I half-gasped, “Ah, George, your…um…” I waved a finger at her naked breast. She looked up at me, her brows deeply furrowed. Then finally understanding the gesture, she glanced down at herself. “Oh, shit!” She met my gaze again, blushing. “Whoops.” Her nipple tightened as she held her hand over her breast and turned her back to me. Her bare shoulder was badly grazed, some deep ...
    scratches inked with blood. “Hang on a sec’, George,” I cautioned, reaching for the first aid kit in the back of the wagon. “Your shoulder’s a bit of a mess. Let me get some antiseptic on that.” George eyed me suspiciously, then tried to look over her shoulder at the scratches. It was as if she couldn’t feel the injury. She reached across herself with her left hand to touch what she couldn’t see. She winced when her fingers made contact with the raw flesh, sucking a lungful of air in through her teeth. “It must have been the barnacles and shit on the hull,” I explained as I applied the ointment to her damaged skin. Literally bursting out of her wetsuit, George stood right in front of me. She was painfully close. The way she looked up at me over her shoulder, the way she cupped her breast to preserve her modesty, I was lost. She felt so smooth, so delicate. “Sooo, what’s the deal with that?” she teased, pointing at the aching bulge in my wetsuit once I had finished administering first aid. It was my turn, yet again, to blush. My face seared with humiliation. Snatching my fins from my belt, I held them pathetically in front of my rock-hard cock. “Um…it’s…ah, the adrenalin. You know? From the shark.” “Hmmm,” George grinned, barely able to contain her delight. Then she giggled, “Isn’t adrenalin supposed to suppress erections?” “How the fuck should I know?” I spat. “I’m not a scientist.” She threw her head back, laughing. “Oh, come on. I didn’t mean to make it hard on you.” “Fuck ...
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