You, Candy Cane, walked gracefully next to me. Your apparent innocence was beguiling. However, I knew that the passions of a mature women raged in your sweet body. We had just finished swimming. Your hair dripped and splashed as the breeze tugged on it.
The water gently rolled in and out at our feet, keeping the sand moist and firm. We made easy progress. I had been wondering all day why such a sweet thing had decided to spend time with this gristled veteran. My hairy large body was such a sharp contrast to yours.
As we neared our things I pulled you close with an arm around your shoulder. I was pleased that you reached around my body with both arms and squeezed me tightly. I had been struggling to be a gentleman since you removed the over wrap and exposed your two-piece suit. The red halter invited attention to your breasts. The bikini bottom with ties on each side reminded me of gift wrap. I could hardly concentrate. The prospect of sampling the rare treats your suit concealed aroused my passions.
You looked up into my smiling face. I bent down and kissed you, first the nose and then the lips. You slid around in front me demanding a real kiss. I kissed you deeply, my tongue dancing with yours. I ran my tongue along your teeth. My hands slid down and caressed your bottom. You could feel my cock straining against my trunks. My passions aroused, I swept you up into my arms. I nibbled your breasts and licked your tummy. You snuggled against me. I was getting certain that I would sample your treats.
With long strides I closed the distance. I handed you a towel that you applied to my chest and my body. I applied another towel to yours. I dried your back. I dried your legs. I spent extra time where your legs join to start your perfect body. Feeding the towel between your legs I applied some gentle friction to your secret parts.
Gently guiding you to the blanket where we ate lunch, I picked up your comb. Your long brown hair called for attention. You sat Indian style. I sat behind you with my legs to either side. I began counting promising to comb for 100 strokes. 1,2, 3, I started off. With gentle hands I worked all the knots out. 15, 16, 17 β¦.I intoned. My other hand was less involved and roamed to your side then to your breast. I squeezed it gently. I felt your nipples harden. 25,26,27β¦ I persevered.