by Lane Hart
I’m lost in my quiet musings, watching the waves crash on the beach after my morning run when I hear, “Morning, Mr. Harrington. Thanks for making the muffins.”
I didn’t notice anyone approaching my lounge chair or expect any of the girls to be awake at seven a.m.
When I look over to my right, I see the curvy brunette from last night with a beach towel rolled up underneath her arm, carrying another lounge chair in the other. Before I can respond or ask her to call me Brody, not Mr. Harrington, she bends down to unfold the chair. I nearly break my neck from the swiftness with which I avert my eyes.
Mother of God!
The girl is wearing a thong!
In public!
If she were my daughter, I would drag her ass, her very bare ass, back into the house and not let her leave again until she changed into something less revealing.
But this girl is not my daughter, my stirring cock reminds me, when it thickens in my boardshorts. His incredibly inappropriate opinion is to drag her back into the house, spank her bare ass, watch as she removes the thin black string bikini, and then park her bottom right on my….
“Could you get my back?” the sexy siren wearing dark sunglasses asks, holding out a spray bottle of tanning oil to me.
“What?” I ask.
Am I dreaming? Did I fall asleep out here watching the sunrise? I surreptitiously pinch my own thigh and realize I was right. I am awake and this girl is the biggest fucking cocktease on the planet.
“Could you do my back for me?” she repeats.
Not only could I do you from the back, I could do you from the front, from the side, with you on top…
Stop that! I reprimand my dick as I take the offered spray bottle and stare at it rather than her two soft breasts spilling out of teeny, tiny, black triangles with blue and purple swirls.
Except, how would I know the specific color and style of her top unless I was in fact staring…Shit.
It has to be sleep deprivation making me go crazy...
Lowering my eyes to the spray bottle in my hands again, I concentrate on the words written on the label to get my dirty mind back on track. It says, “Apply generously to exposed skin. Repeat often.”
Am I the only one aware of the innuendo there?
I keep reading the label, not yet ready to stand up for fear the bulge of my hard cock will be noticeable.
“This is only SPF 15,” I tell her disapprovingly with a frown.
“I’m naturally tan so it’s fine,” she assures me. And with a fast as lightning onceover from her head to her toes, only to confirm that her skin won’t burn, I verify that yes, she is in fact incredibly tan all over. Not a single tan line in sight as she turns around, giving me her back to rub oil on her.
“What are you doing awake so early? You were up past three. Did you sleep any?” I ask as a distraction when I get to my feet. They’re unsteady thanks to the heavy anchor currently growing between my legs and throwing me off balance.
“Yeah, a little,” she says with a sigh. I consider asking a follow-up question about why she can’t sleep, but then she lifts her dark chocolate waves off her back, revealing her elegant neck that my mouth is only inches away from and I have to choke back a groan.
With all the strength I can muster, I squeeze my finger down on the yellow spray nozzle and start squirting oil over her neck and upper back. Using my free hand, I press my fingertips to her warm skin and start rubbing it in.
Fuck, her skin is so soft and silky smooth. And the damn coconut oil has to be the most erotic scent in the world. I rub, and rub, and rub some more, moving past the string of her top to cover every inch of her lower back with oil. When my thumb accidentally brushes against the triangle of her thong I sputter an apology.
Wait, how long have I had my hands on her? Is the sun beginning to set?
It feels like I was lost in a trance for half the day while I was touching her.
“Can you do the back of my legs too?” she asks, not sounding the least bit upset with me for my inappropriate and prolonged caress. Of course not, because that’s the little tease’s plan; to get me touching her and not want to stop. Fuck if it’s not working, too.
“Ah, maybe you should get one of the girls to do that part,” I mutter in refusal as I stare down at her perfect ass cheeks. If my hands get near them I won’t be able to stop. When was the last time I was this close to a woman’s ass? The last time I had sex was three years ago? Maybe four? Way too long.
That’s all this is, an unhealthy reaction to the first available woman who has flaunted her perfect, nearly naked body in front of me in as long as I can remember.
“They’re all still asleep and I want to lay on my stomach first,” the temptress says to me over her shoulder. “Please?”
“I don’t think that would be…appropriate,” I tell her, making my dick enraged when I decide not to take her up on this enticement. It’s the prudent thing for me to do, even if I hate not getting my hands on that ass I’m becoming obsessed with.
Shrugging, she spins around and takes the bottle from my hands. “It’s fine, I’ll just try to reach everything as best I can.”
I should sit back down, but my body seems to be paralyzed when she starts spraying her chest and her fingers move hypnotically over the swells of her breasts that can’t be contained by the bikini triangles. Down she moves to her flat stomach and the front of her legs before she turns and braces a foot on the lounge chair to start oiling up her bottom and thigh.
My cock screams that it could’ve been my hands on those tight globes but I pussied out. No, I didn’t pussy out, I did the responsible thing. She may be coming on to me, but she’s just a girl, the same age as Sara probably. I have no business touching her in any way, even innocently. Although, is it innocent if the touching makes me this damn hard?
Finished with her oil, she lays down flat on her stomach on top of the towel, her arms folded underneath her head, ass on full display for anyone walking by and I can’t take anymore.
“I’m gonna go cool off in the ocean,” I say when I make my escape.
“Don’t get eaten by any sharks,” she calls out as I trek across the sand and into the waves for some relief.
…
Riley
Mr. Harrington is so freaking yummy, and when his big, strong hands were massaging oil into my back, I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning. He likes touching me, a lot, based on how long it took him to oil up my back. Not that I’m complaining. Just the opposite, actually. Soon I’ll have to take my own dip in the ocean before the wetness in my bottoms becomes noticeable. Damn thong.
Although, I’m pretty sure Mr. Harrington likes my bathing suit. I caught him looking at my tits and ass like he couldn’t decide which of the scoops on my sundae he wanted to dip his spoon into first.
He may have walked away last night, but I’m wearing him down. Getting him to touch me was a huge step in the right direction.
While I’m contemplating my next step of seducing Mr. Harrington, something wet suddenly sweeps up the sole of my foot, making me startle and shriek.
Glancing over my shoulder, I find a brown and white Lassie dog at the foot of the lounge chair, it’s tongue lolled out, brown eyes watching me. A moment later, a young man in a pair of red shorts comes jogging up with a leash in his hands.
“I’m so sorry,” he says, fastening the leash to the dog’s collar. “Roger got away from me.”
“That’s okay,” I say, sitting back on my knees to run my fingers over the dog’s head. “Hey boy, aren’t you cute?”
“He loves the beach, but all he wants to do is run around licking everyone,” he tells me.
“Who doesn’t get excited at the beach?” I ask, laughing as Roger comes closer to lick my face.
“That’s true,” the guy agrees. “Do you live around here or are you on vacation?” he asks, but when I look away from the dog to him, his closely shaved head is cocked to the side and his eyes are glued to my ass
.
“Vacation,” I answer, as I stretch back out on my stomach. “You?”
“Same. Here with a bunch of friends,” he says, eyes never wavering from my bottom.
“Me too.”
The guy is cute and buff, but young enough that I’m sure he’s only looking for a good time – a ‘hit it and quit it’ hookup. I bet his friends are hot too, though, so for the sake of the girls, I tell him, “Which place is yours? Maybe we can come find you when they wake up.”
“Yeah, that would be great,” he replies quickly. “We’re three houses down that way.” He points down the right side of the beach. “Most of us are usually hanging out on the beach with Roger so you can’t miss us.”
“Okay,” I say with a smile. “Guess we’ll see you later.”
“Is that chair empty?” he asks. “I could hang out with you until your friends come out if you want.”
“Um,” I push myself up to look out at the shore and see Mr. Harrington heading this way, dripping wet. And his handsome face doesn’t look happy.
Oooh, try to make him jealous could be part two of my plan to seduce him and I didn’t even have to do anything to make it happen!
“That seat is taken,” I reply to the young guy.
“Oh, well,” he mutters, unaware of the grumpy father currently walking up behind him. “So, what’s your name?”
“Riley,” I answer.
“I’m Clint,” he tells me before Sara’s dad interrupts.
“Riley, where’s the oil? I don’t want your…legs getting burnt,” Mr. Harrington grumbles, surprising me when he uses my name. Guess he overheard me just now. And I’m also shocked because he’s suddenly agreeing to oil me up where he just declined, all thanks to my new friend Clint. I may have greased myself up already but I wouldn’t want to miss even a tiny spot.
“This your dad?” Clint asks.
Before Mr. Harrington can respond, I decide that this could be a fun game to play.
“Yeah, he sure is,” I tell him. “Don’t miss a spot, Daddy.” I turn my attention to him, as I reach for the oil and hand it to him.
Sara’s dad raises a dark blond eyebrow but doesn’t correct me when he takes the bottle.
After I flash him a smile, he begins spraying oil, starting on my ass cheeks. Then, without warning, he sets the bottle down in the sand and roughly grabs a cheek in each hand to start rubbing in the oil.
An embarrassing moan escapes my lips that I hope the windy ocean breeze drowned out.
Even though another man’s hands are practically squeezing my ass, Clint doesn’t wander off. He watches while Sara’s dad fondles me, caressing right up to the thong string between my cheeks while cool drops of water fall from his wet hair and body, onto my overheating skin.
Finished with my ass, he sprays one upper thigh at a time and uses both hands to work the oil around each one, his fingers coming so close to my pussy that I moan again as my toes curl and more moisture floods between my legs. God, yes! I don’t know if I’ve ever been so turned on before…
“Won’t your friends be looking for you?” Mr. Harrington asks curtly. It takes me a moment to realize he’s speaking to Clint, not me, trying to make him leave.
“Uh, yeah. See you…um, later, Riley,” Clint says, sounding flustered before he and his dog wander off down the beach.
“You’re getting me wet.” I look over my shoulder at Mr. Harrington as he continues rubbing each of my thighs simultaneously. And I’m not just referring to the fact that he’s dripping ocean water on me.
I also notice that the front of his blue shorts is tented, telling me he’s just as affected as I am, before he squats down beside my chair.
Growling from deep in his chest, he says, “If you ever wear this fucking bathing suit out on the beach again, my palm will turn your ass so red, it’ll look sunburnt. Do you understand me?”
His threat is so unexpected that it takes me several seconds to digest it. At first, I wonder if he’s joking, but his scruffy, clenched jaw tells me he’s not. God, he’s fucking hot when he turns into an angry grizzly bear.
“Riley?” he prompts, like I’m a child being reprimanded.
“Yes, Daddy,” I reply, unable to bite back my grin.
“Don’t call me that,” he grumbles while lightly brushing both of his thumbs over the crotch of my bikini, making me gasp.
“Yes, Mr. Harrington,” I correct.
“Go inside and change,” he orders, but he doesn’t remove his hand from my inner thighs or roaming thumbs from my pussy just yet so I don’t move.
For any other man, I would tell him hell no, that he’ll have to deal with the thong. It’s my ass and there’s nothing he can do if I want to show it off. But I want to make this sexy, yet currently grumpy, man happy, and show him I’m willing to do anything he wants.
When I eventually move to my hands and knees, it makes his hands fall away, and I immediately miss his naughty touch.
“I’ll go change right now…just for you,” I tell him before I stand up and walk back to the house, knowing he’s watching my ass when I leave. I also know, in just a moment, he’ll be watching me change.
…
Brody
What the fuck has gotten into me?
I’m not the type of man to touch a woman’s ass or…pussy in public, and I’ve never been the type to get jealous. Yet, against my better judgment, I just did all three. And now, I’m walking back to the water to get a front row seat to the naughty strip show that’s about to take place in my house.
Not wanting to miss a second of the action, I dive under a few waves to get to a spot deep enough so that the water is up past my waist. Thankfully, my house is the last one on the island and it’s early in the morning, so not many people are on the beach yet. Apparently just me, Riley, and a jackass with his dog. I couldn’t get rid of that fucker fast enough.
I surface and smooth my hair back out of my eyes so that I don’t have any obstructions when I turn around to face the house again. In the daylight, it’s not as easy to see into Riley’s bedroom with the sun glare, but I shouldn’t have been concerned. She comes right up to the glass door and turns around, showing me her ass as she slips the bikini bottoms down her legs. I know she could’ve just pulled the string to untie them but her way is much sexier, just like she intended.
Glancing around to make sure the beach is still clear, I shove my hand down the front of my shorts to grip my cock and start stroking.
For the removal of her top, Riley turns to face me. She reaches around behind her back and pulls the string, then unties the one at the back of her neck, causing the two tiny triangles to fall to the floor.
“Oh fuck,” I mutter, tugging on my cock faster when she leans forward, now naked, her big tits with pretty pink nipples jiggling temptingly as she picks up the scraps of string from the floor.
It’s a shame that’s all she was wearing because now I know she’ll start putting on clothes or another bathing suit, covering up her beautiful, curvy body.
But the little tease is not done fucking with me just yet.
She flattens one palm on the glass, her breasts pressed to it as well, and then her other hand skims down her stomach and comes to a stop…
“Fuucck,” I groan when she starts touching herself.
She’s looking right at me while her fingers play with her pussy, her long dark hair trailing over her bare tits, all of her tan skin on display. And what makes it even hotter is knowing this slutty little show is all just for me.
I want to hate this girl I just met yesterday for making me feel so out of control, so fucking desperate for her in such a short amount of time. Never in my life have I ever felt this way. I’m a grown man that she’s turned into her very own personal peeping Tom.
And dammit, there’s only one way a girl her age could be this fucking good at seducing men. She has a lot of experience.
Even knowing that she’s a little slut who probably gets off on bringing men to their kne
es doesn’t douse my desire at all. I still want her, just for one night. I’m so fucking horny and she’s practically offering herself up on a silver platter. I would give anything to be in that room, standing behind her, sliding my cock between that round, perfect ass and burying myself in her tight, wet pussy. She fucking knows how bad I want her too.
I want those tits in my hands and mouth. I want to hear her screaming my name. I’m certain it would be well worth the self-loathing afterward. And there will be self-loathing, no matter how good of a fuck she is.
She’s Sara’s friend, young enough to be my daughter, and I would give anything to be inside of her just once.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
New York Times bestselling author Lane Hart was born and raised in North Carolina. She continues to live in the south with her husband, two daughters, and several pets named after Star Wars characters.
When Lane's not writing or reading sexy novels, she can be found in the summer on the beaches of the east coast, and in the fall watching football, cheering on the Carolina Panthers.
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