Lilly and James.
Context
Lilly is a 24 nurse who now has 3 weeks off work and is on holiday with family. Her aunt Claire is getting married and invited EVERYONE to Spain for the event. Lilly was more looking forward top topping up her tan and enjoying herself than dressing up for the wedding.
Your family has a 3-bedroom apartment on a hill looking down a beautiful cliff face to the see about half a mile away. They've all gone shopping for last minute swimwear because the temperatures are far higher than previously expected.
I am James and was lily's best friend in school.
Part 1
So, you're at on the veranda at the apartment and you're on the sun longer, its hot and your debating getting up to get a drink when your phone buzzes. You check is through hazy sun shaded eyes.
Nothing important just another spam email giving you 40% off Ann Summers lingerie this payday.
Seeing the pictures of scantily clad, over skinny girls. you glance down at your own floral bikini clad body and start to imagine yourself in some of the of the advertised lace suspenders and balconette bras
Disappointed with a thought that pops into your head. "their tiny little A cups suit that type of bra, but they don't do anything E-G size". You scroll down and see the darker sections, the latex play suits and the peekaboo panties.
You can't help but shiver at the thought of being slightly exposed while technically being clothed in underwear. Your sweet lips just catching the chill of the sea breeze as you imagine yourself walking the beach in a summer dress. People passing by, blissfully unaware of the mild kinkiness passing them by.
"HOW Naughty!" you giggle to yourself
That shiver turns into a desire and you click on the link to delve deeper into what advertisements have sucked you in. leading your fantasy to thicken.
What if you were caught out a gust of sea that exposed your true clothing to an innocent passer-by.
How VERY naughty, in your fluster you decide perhaps a cold drink will help cool you down.
You stand up and shake the shiver off and straighten out your bottoms. Pulling them out where they've ridden up into your tight crevice. With a light slap, followed by a warming tingle they return to your cheeks and the sting ripples through you. The rush of naughtiness catches you by surprise and instead of just straightening your top you release your beautiful breasts free as you strut to the fridge to grab a drink.
Opening the fridge, the cold air immediately captivates your nipples into a state of arousal as the sensation of them becoming erect resonates from them. Down your tummy, right to your so far neglected pussy.
It's been a week, no TWO since you've touched yourself. That last time was half hearted while tired.in a feeble attempt to help you sleep so you're still a little frustrated.
The familiar feeling of wetness begins to remind you that your neglected cunt needs so desperately to be filled. By Filled you mean a hard cock, no more dildoes or glass cocks, you need something filled with blood and throbbing. Grabbing a diet coke and the tray of ice cubes you pour yourself a chilled glass of coke before breaking some cubes out of the tray.
ONE cube misses the glass and skits across the counter top. You reach out and grab it. Its ice. Cold and solid.
Impulse drives you and you raise the ice to your neck, running it across your collar bone and down to your chest. Only one place this is heading and it's not good for the ice cube.
Your slightly burnt skin suddenly starts melting the cube. Leaving a cold trickle, moving faster than your slow hand to form in your cleavage.
As the drip flows and your hand too slips lower, gasp leaves your mouth and you bit your lip as the sensations build. The ice is now circling your areola leaves your toes curling and your breathe to halt.
Held in your chest the air you so desperately need is captivated by the feeling of being teased by yourself. The only thing standing between you and satisfaction is how quick you are willing to bring yourself off. Right here in the kitchen? go back to the bedroom and go wild? Or even take this drink back to the veranda and hope some innocent onlooker takes your show as an invitation?
The not so innocent angel on your shoulder says go back to your room, slip out of the bikini and get the bullet out of the case and concentrate on your clit until you cum.
But the ever more persuasive devil convinces you that, although you'll cum quicker that way, that it would be far more satisfying to know there's a chance of being caught by someone in this semi-public environment, that that someone may even take it upon themselves to bring themselves off watching you. Or, or the slimmest of chances that the on-looker see's you grasping at the sun lounger, desperately close to cumming and takes it upon themselves to seize the opportunity and help you out!
The excitement you feel growing inside you makes the decision for you and before you know it. Your bikini bottoms are flung over your head. Your knees are brought up and spread slightly as the now melted ice still flows down your body showing you were exactly it is on your body that needs cooling down.
Your left-hand cups your breast as the right follows the water over your navel and down to the white patch of skin where your discarded bikini covers. Although sexually neglected you shaven pussy is still silky smooth to the touch and you close your eyes and think how much better it would be for someone else's hands to be doing the work instead of you. Still tired from the previous night of dancing and partying, your arm reaches lower until it settles over your now steaming hot pussy. God its almost burning to touch. Your eyes glace around hopeful for an audience.
Spreading your lips apart you know you're going to be wet but even for you. It's surprising how much of you is already flowing. Your engorged clit standing high catches your fingertip as it moves towards the epicentre of your impending sacrifice.
Knowing it wouldn't take long to set you off, you try desperately to drag it out in the hope someone see's and your fantasy will become a reality. Looking around, still nobody.
Slowly circling your clit and squeezing your breast you unavoidably moan. "hmmm"
Unable to stop yourself pressing on a finger slips inside yourself almost effortlessly from how much fluid now coats your pussy.
Gasping your left hand follows the right now, and takes up the slack in circling your clit.
Sensing a spiralling end rapidly approaching you up the pace to ensure maximum satisfaction.
Almost angrily that your public display will be missed by everyone it's been intended for, a second finger slips into your hot hole. Fingers curled up into yourself and you begin to erupt...
One last sip of air and you're over the threshold. Too far to go back now.
Your feet push up off the chair and your ass raises up to meet your hands. Fiddling yourself wildly your hands flood and your pussy gushes through the gaps. Squirting all over chair and with your fingers buried deep.
you returning your sodden body back to the chair you pant wildly trying to grasp at the air that's so far eluded you in the flurry or feelings.
Lifting off your shades you sit up and curiosity gets the better of yourself and your hand right hand slips past your lips.
Your glistening fingers coated with your own sweet essence touch your tongue and immediately you begin to suck them clean.
You know you taste good, you know that guys LOVE how you taste. But there's no point in wasting it when your alone.
After cleaning your fingers up and naughtily repeating the cleaning procedure until your sensitive parts become numb to the feeling. You venture back into the apartment, Satisfied you'd worked hard enough to warrant another drink you open the fridge still completely naked and dripping slightly you fish around in the fridge for another can of coke when the doorbell rings.
You pick up your phone from the counter, still on the Ann Summers page and click order on some crotch-less panties and throw on a long t-shirt, just covering your modesty to answer the door
"James what are you doing here! How did you know I was here..."
"when drunk the other night you asked me to come see you and told me where you were, begged me to come and see you. I think you forgot you were abroad."
"oh I didn't did i? and you came, I don't know who's more stupid.. me for calling you... or you for coming"
I sucked in a deep breath, and within seconds followed up with. "im sure it's you that's just cum"
Your jaw almost bounced off the floor with embarrassment as you shyly eyed up the floor.
"sorry, I shouldn't have said anything" I recounted.
"James. Don't be sorry. I just wasn't expecting company..."
your pause lingered and your eyes rolled.
"what do you mean expecting company?" I hastily replied, "you asked me to come, I know it was a stretch for me to come but I had some time and needed a break. Are you expecting someone else?"
Clutching at the bottom of you barely covering t-shirt, pulling it lower. You spin on your heels and shout over your shoulder,
"no not expecting anyone, thought I had some alone time Yano"
"I can see that" I pointed at the still leaking drips running down your legs.
Venturing inside I see the door to the veranda open and the sun lounger facing the sun...
"You did it there didn't you, where anyone could have seen." catching your gaze.
Tidying away some cups, desperately trying to avoid further embarrassment you ignore my comment as I step outside and see the visible remains of what appears to be a massacre.
"either you spilt your drink...." Looking at the full glass of coke
"or, you really ...got into things..." breathing in the scent of you cum, mixed with the fresh air...
Stepping back inside and closing the door. I quickly close-up the gap between us and press you further
"Which is it you, dirty little slut! You know you want to tell daddy what really happened" I said forcefully
So long it has been since someone has spoken to you that way. Even longer since I had made you squirm and even made you feel unable to breath.
".. I..."
was all you could manage.
"you what slut?"
"I squirted..."
falling silent and nervous at what was to come you faced the counter and covered your mouth
If you couldn't stop your body giving up this information, perhaps you could physically stop the words coming out!
I pressed my body up against you. Pulled your hair from over your ear as I tucked it behind and pressed my lips to your ear.
"must have been pretty naughty what you were doing to drive you that crazy... I bet you got off thinking someone could catch you!"
"Yess daddy"
you mumbled through your hand.
My hand struck you ass hard and quickly. "I can't hear you"
