When Bret parked the pickup near the cabin and turned it off, Tamica was quickly all over him. Her hands were on his chest, trying to get under his muscle shirt. Her lips were on his ears, her tongue in his ears. She wanted him badly, and he was ready to oblige.
"Easy, sweetheart," Bret said as they exited the pickup and headed for the cabin. "We have all the time in the world."
Once inside the cabin, they moved to the double bed in the bedroom. Standing there, Tamica performed a brief striptease act for the coach, taking off her tank top and shorts. It was a quick, but very sexy, act.
Bret was correct about the white string tied behind her neck: Tamica wore a white bikini, and it looked fantastic against her dark skin. It was even tighter than he'd imagined. Her nipples pressed against the material, begging to get out. It wouldn't be long.
Tamica kissed the coach long and hungrily, their mouths open, their tongues dancing together. She moaned and bent one knee, rubbing her thigh and her pussy against his leg. When the kiss stopped, Bret smiled at Tamica and slid the straps of her white bikini top down her shoulders. She smiled and slipped her hand under the waistband of his shorts, gently squeezing his cock.