"Hey now," he whispered hoarsely.
"Good morning," I cooed.
He looked down at me, slightly confused. "Did you sleep here?"
I frowned. "No... it got a bit crowded in here." I glanced in Charlie's direction.
He still looked lost. "You're here now?"
"I came to cuddle with you. To say good morning."
He raised an eyebrow. "Good morning, eh? I'd say so."
In reply, I kissed him quickly, and then buried my face in his chest. I inhaled deeply, taking in the warm, heady scent that distinctly belonged to him. He hugged me close for a moment, but I noticed as his embrace slowly loosened as sleep overtook him once more. Before I could drift off again myself, I rolled away from him slightly and propped my head up on my elbow. For a short while, I was content just to watch him sleep. But I found it nearly impossible to lie there with the memories of last night running through my head and keep my hands off of him for long. The embers of our passionate encounter from the night before had yet to die, and his proximity was only stoking the fires.
Soon, I was doodling aimless patterns up his arm and across his chest: tracing the line of his collarbone with a single finger, dipping into the slight hollow at the base of his neck, slowly making my way up and over his shoulder and down across his lower back. I savored the feel of his bare flesh beneath my hands; it was not a sensation I often got to enjoy. Rolling closer, I began to trail the path of my fingers with gentle kisses. As I kissed my way up his neck, he stirred again. Before he was fully awake, I found his mouth with my own.
I started out softly, with just a few pecks. But as consciousness returned to him, I began to deepen the kiss: running my tongue across his lower lip, nibbling on his upper one, aligning the rest of my body with his as I kissed him more urgently. My hands slid down to encircle his waist and pull myself even closer to him, when he suddenly pinched my ass, and I jumped. He inhaled sharply as my hips threw themselves forward reflexively into his crotch. Wedging a hand between our bodies, he managed to retaliate by groping my breast firmly, massaging it through my tank top and bra. My heart fluttered, and I stifled a moan.
"You know..." I muttered in his ear, "I think you have something of mine."
He glanced down at his hand resting on my breast and met my gaze with a raised eyebrow.
"No, no. That's not was I was referring to."
Colin looked really confused now. I slowly slid one hand down from his waist, over his hip, down his thigh, and into his pocket. When it reemerged, I held in my hand my prize from last night. I offered the small, purple bullet vibrator to him.
With his eyebrow in danger of disappearing into his hairline, but with a smile playing at corners of his mouth, he took it. He pressed the black button on the back end of the small toy, and I watched his smile appear in earnest. Uncertainly, he slid it across my breast. As it grazed my overly-sensitive nipple, a shudder skittered up my spine. By then, he was grinning ear-to-ear. He played it across my nipple again, and again I trembled in ecstasy. Soon I was gasping for air, as he continued with his exquisite torture. Sometime later, as he played with the effects of different speeds on both my breasts and nipples, I finally caught hold of my senses long enough to breathe in his ear: "That's not the only place that's good for, you know..."
Catching my hint, he quickly pressed his hand and his new toy into my crotch. The unexpected intensity of the sensation nearly sent me over the edge right then, even through my shorts and underwear. But just as fast as it appeared, it vanished. My hips lurched towards him, searching for the source of the pleasure all on their own. I was not even aware of his fingers burrowing their way beneath my boxers and panties until I suddenly felt the buzz in a whole new way...inside me. My eyes grew wide as I looked up at him, before they rolled back in my head as he bumped up the speed.
"My, my, dear. Enjoying our new toy, are we?" Colin said.
I didn't respond. I had long lost my ability to speak. I just closed my eyes and focused on the waves of ecstasy building inside me.
"Are we?" he repeated. He pressed it in deeper. My eyes flew open, and I gasped loudly. Colin grinned wickedly at my reaction. "I think that's a yes."
I nodded slowly, putting far too much concentration into such a simple movement.
"You know? I think I like your new friend, too." He adjusted the speed yet again, and I squirmed. "I wonder what would happen if I just left it inside you, say, through breakfast," he mused. "Would you just suddenly go over the edge and orgasm right at the table?"
I tried valiantly to turn my glassy stare into a glare.
"Don't you like that idea?" he continued.
I groaned in protest.
"Oh, well fine then." He palmed the bullet swiftly and pulled away from me.
My body objected fiercely to the loss of the sexual gratification. I could not help but smile, though, at this new, commanding persona. I found it rather sexy. Rolling towards him, I panted in his ear, "Didn't say you had to stop." He chuckled softly, but he was being far too slow. I grabbed his hand and towed it south once more, holding it so that the bullet just grazed my clit. I trembled with pure delight.
All of a sudden, I heard a groan that didn't come from me. Behind Colin, Charlie was beginning to stir. Colin must have heard him, too, as he quickly turned off the vibrator and stashed it back in his pocket. Hastily, I straightened out my underwear and cuddled close to Colin in order to hide my flushed face. We lay there tensely for a long moment. Eventually though, Charlie just sighed and rolled over.
Relieved, I relaxed my cramping muscles and buried my face in Colin's shoulder. He, however, stiffened and began to sit up.
"What's the matter, dear?" I mumbled, still a little light-headed.
"Sunburn," he replied tersely. He stretched and grimaced. "And it's getting far too warm in here. Time to get up, I think."
I sighed, but realized the truth of his words. The sun had fully risen by now and the day was heating up the tent quickly. And somewhere, in the very back of my mind, I remembered we were actually at the beach...
***
The next few hours were long, hazy, and hot...or at least they seemed that way to me, as distracted as I was. Colin was too sunburned to brave the beach again, but as it was our last day to really soak up the sun, sand, and waves, I was determined enjoy what I could of my favorite place in the world. So after breakfast, Rex, Anya, Amanda, Charlie, and I suited up and lathered on the sunscreen before we all piled into Colin's van. Colin did drive us down to the public access point, but he stayed up at the campground store to take advantage of the A/C and free WiFi.
The rest of us trekked down to the ocean one last time and set up our little site of chairs and towels before making a mad dash for the waves. As I rushed down the beach, I savored the feel of the soft sand shifting beneath my feet. I did not slow down until I reached the more compact sand, and even then, I hit the water at a jog. The cool spray kicked up my legs, but in the heat of the day, it felt refreshing. I pressed on, soon fighting the waves as they rolled over my thighs and crested on my hips. Finally, I gave up and just dove headfirst into a building breaker. I emerged wet, salty, and blissfully happy.
Swimming a little further out first to get past the worst of the pounding surf, I gave myself over to the whims of the waves. I merely floated on my back and allowed myself to drift along with the current, completely and utterly relaxed. I focused on emptying my mind and just enjoying the ocean...but my subconscious kept wandering back to the tent from this morning. I tried to concentrate on the beach: on the waves swelling and dipping around me, on the sun shining so brilliantly above me that I could see the red of my eyelids when I closed my eyes, on the salt burning my lips, tongue, and eyes. My subconscious, however, refused to be repressed...and I was beginning to get aroused all over again. The waves lapping at my cheek mimicked Colin's lips kissing their way down my jaw line. The warmth of the sunlight echoed the heat of his body as though he was resting on top of me. But the tingly fee
ling of the salt on my lips could not compare to the burning between my thighs as my desire intensified.
I heard a sudden splash beside me, and I jerked out of the water. Looking around, I spotted a black curly mop of hair just peeking above the surface a few feet away.
"Rex!" I groaned. "What do you want?"
He popped out of the water in another spray of salty droplets, grinning. "Whatcha up to, Jeeeessssie?" he crooned.
I focused on keeping my face composed, and prayed I wasn't blushing as he continued to smirk at me. I felt like he could somehow sense my thoughts, and it unsettled me. "Nothing," I replied, glad my voice was steady. "Just enjoying the ocean...it's so peaceful. I can't get enough of it."
He said nothing for a moment. Just kept grinning at me. I looked away.
"What do you want, Rex?" I repeated.
"Why don't you come be sociable?" he finally asked.
I sighed. Realizing he wasn't just going to let me be, I dove under the waves and kicked off towards the rest of the group in answer.
***
Much giggling, joking, and ass-grabbing later, our little group swam for the shore, a little worn out. Amanda, Charlie, and I stretched out on our towels and basked in the sun while Anya and Rex sat in chairs between us. I could feel the warmth of the sun soaking right into my bones as it dried me off, and the hot sand beneath me dried my front rather effectively, as well. I was so comfortable on my towel; I began to drift off to sleep.
When a fine shower of sand suddenly cascaded over me, I awoke with a start. Amanda had just inadvertently dumped her towel right beside me, and as I came to, I realized everyone else was packing up as well.
"Leaving already?" I mumbled groggily. "I was just getting comfortable."
Anya shrugged. "Rex and Charlie are hungry, and I'm getting too much sun. So we're gonna head on back."
"Come on, Jessie," Amanda whined. "It's hot and I'm getting hungry, too. Let's go find Colin, and go back."
I grumbled, but heaved myself to my feet. "Alright, alright. Let's go, then."
I didn't mention that at her words, I suddenly was hungry, too. But I wasn't exactly craving a sandwich...
***
Of course, I knew my particular hunger would not be resolved for awhile. By the time we managed to get drag our driver out of the camp store, get back to the campsite, and eat, Amanda and I had to hit the showers before we got ready to go out with Colin to Medieval Times.
When I went to the bath house, however, I remembered a comment Colin had made from this morning. After breakfast, he had bumped into me and discreetly handed me my vibrator, whispering roughly in my ear, "For your shower later." The way he said it, I felt like he was commanding me. But as I dug out my shampoo and conditioner out of my travel bag, and my hand brushed across a small purple item glinting in the corner, I realized I was only too happy to submit to his control.
I peeled off my bathing suit and plopped it on the bench before stepping under the refreshingly cool shower. The water rolled down my shoulders, across the swell of my breasts, and beaded on my nipples as they hardened, both from the cold and my arousal. I arched my back, thrusting my breasts more directly into the spray. The feeling of the pelting droplets dancing across my overly sensitive skin drove me absolutely wild.
I let my fantasies run wild once again as I imagined Colin's tongue tracing the same path from the base of my neck, across my collarbone, and down over my breast that the water slid sensually down. I could almost feel his tongue teasing me, making slow circles around my breast, getting closer and closer to my nipple each time around. My finger mapped out the path in my mind with a feather-light touch, and I shuddered violently when I accidently grazed my erect nipple with my nail. I pictured him flicking his tongue lightly across my nipple and evoking the same reaction. I skimmed my finger across the hardened peak again, and nearly gasped aloud. My mind concocted an image of him gently taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking on it softly. He nibbled with his teeth for a moment, as well, before tormenting my bruised flesh with light, quick kisses. I mimicked the action with the hand cupping my breast. I sighed loudly... and remembered with a start where I was.
I realized I was seriously neglecting my shower. I quickly shampooed my hair, and rinsed it clean. After I loaded it full of conditioner and reached for my body wash, however, I became distracted again. The luxurious feel of the sudsy lather lubricating every inch of my body only made the fire between my thighs burn hotter. As I soaped up, a gleam of purple caught my eye once more. I grinned. Swiftly, I retrieved my "little friend" and returned to the shower spray.
I turned the bullet onto the lowest setting at first, and slid a soapy hand down my breast and touched the pulsing toy to my nipple, causing a flare of heat to shoot through me. I followed the flare to the junction of my hips, leaving a sudsy trail in my wake. I relished the feathery feel of the bubbles slithering down my body—over my stomach, down my thighs, across my ass—for just a moment before I set to teasing my clit. Once I slipped the little wonder between my nether lips, my hips bucked automatically. I parted my thighs, pelvis tilting upward slightly to allow myself better access. I continued to hold the buzzing bullet to my tiny nub of nerves and let the glorious sensations build. And build. And build.
I struggled to control my breathing, trying not to pant audibly in the public bath house. However, I was rapidly leaving my conventions and insecurities behind as pleasure overrode every other sensation. My hips thrust upward without warning, and my hand slipped from my hot little button. The gratification did not cease, though. My vibrator merely slid into a new position, sending a jolt of ecstasy to my core as it entered my hot, wet slit. I clicked it up to the next speed, and nearly lost myself at once. My muscles clenched around the tiny toy, pulling it deeper inside of me. A finger slid back up to my clit and began flicking and rubbing it rapidly, teasing me back to the edge. Soon, my hips rocked back and forth rapidly, and I braced myself against the slick tile wall as I rose up on the very tip of my toes. I inhaled sharply and held my breath, finger working furiously at my clit, until I threw back my head and my vision grew fuzzy and dim. My lungs burned for fresh oxygen, but I ignored the tightening of my chest as my back arched, my hips thrust upward, and my knees shook violently. Finally, the dam broke, and my orgasm flooded through me.
My shoulders collapsed against the tiled wall and I landed back on my feet with a squelching thud. With a final contraction, I slid the vibrating bullet out of my pussy, and turned it off...and realized I had not even tapped the third and highest speed! Aftershocks wracked my limp body at the mere thought. My legs trembled wearily. It took all my effort just to remain standing as I returned to the stream of water for a final rinse. Even after I cut off the water, I stood dripping in the shower for a moment, still trying to catch my breath.
It wasn't until after I had toweled myself off, dressed, gathered up my shower stuff, and was walking back to the site that it hit me. The pounding water had not doused my inner fire after all. My pussy contracted sharply as I padded quietly into camp and glimpsed Colin across the site, sitting around the table with the others. I realized that even after that incredible shower, unbelievably, I...was...still...horny!
***
But again I had to repress my urges...this time to head into town with Colin and Amanda for dinner at Medieval Times. We had a great evening: laughing and joking and just enjoying the show. Amanda and I screamed our heads off the entire time, cheering and booing appropriately, and we giggled mercilessly as we eyed the handsome jousters. Even as immersed in the show as I was, though, Colin's proximity was just enough to keep me positively boiling just below the surface. In the back of my mind, I could not wait to get back to camp.
Finally, the show ended and the three of us piled back into my Blazer and headed back to the State Park. Everyone else had gone to dinner elsewhere and had left later than us, so when we got back to camp, we were alone.
"So Amanda..." I purred, following her into the girls' t
ent to change into my PJs. "You ready for this?"
All evening, Colin and I had been joking with Amanda about having a threesome if we came back to an empty camp, and she had seemed pretty cool with the idea, laughing and encouraging us each time we mentioned it.
Amanda just looked at up at me from her seat on the air mattress. "Ready for what?" As if in response, Colin ducked into the tent behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist. I grinned wickedly and tugged him down to the mattress beside Amanda. Pulling him close, I kissed him passionately, arching my body into his. As he returned my ardor with a nibble on my lower lip, I nearly groaned aloud and the thought of Amanda entirely fled my mind. It wasn't until he dragged his mouth lower and kissed his way down my neck that my eyes fluttered open and registered the sight of Amanda awkwardly reading beside us and scrolling through her iPod.
I nudged Colin. "Perhaps..." I began breathily. "Perhaps we should move our party elsewhere."
He looked at me quizzically and I glanced pointedly in Amanda's direction. "But what about...?"
I shook my head and squirmed out from under him so I could stand up. "See ya, Amanda." I said loudly in her direction. She waved dismissively in our direction and turned back to her book. "Come on, babe," I murmured to Colin and ducked out of the tent.
Quickly, I scurried over to the boys' tent, Colin in tow. As soon as he zipped up the door flap, I was ready to jump him. He, however, smartly decided to unzip and unfold his sleeping bag to provide a more comfortable and less sandy bed for us to lie on. With the sexual tension building between us for over twenty four hours beforehand, though, I seriously could not take it any longer.
As my mouth found his once more, I could feel my inner thighs already growing damp in anticipation. We collapsed onto the air mattresses, and he only inflamed my already burning desire with his insistent, hungry kisses. His lips were warm and firm against mine, slowly parting my lips to dart his tongue forward. He explored my mouth and our tongues wrestled fiercely as I molded my body to his.
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