Ninety-five degrees. God, it was hot today! The breeze through the windows of the car helped some, but the air continued to stifle.
You reached over and wiped the inevitable perspiration from my forehead with a tissue, your hand grazing my thigh on its return to my lap. I smiled and thanked you, my own hand reaching to run up the inside of my thigh and entwining your fingers with my own, though not before making a slight detour over my clit through the bottom of my bathing suit. It was almost too hot to touch, but we had a hard time keeping our hands off each other regardless of the temperature; which was usually hot anyway.
The car sped along the road almost urgently, as if it needed to reach its destination and cool off as much as we did. The day was beautiful in spite of the heat and we began to see more and more sand as we got closer to the beach. Soon, we could smell the typical beach-front aroma: sand, water, and suntan lotion. We both loved the beach, although this was only the second time we'd ever been to a beach together. I looked forward to this time alone with you and wondered what you had in mind for this excursion; as my MASTER, you were never without an idea as to what either we or I could perform on any given outing.
You guided the car into a space just in front of another car. Spaces were nearly non-existent; the beach was packed. "Nice job," I said while the driver of the other car yelled something out the window as he drove past us. We looked at each other for a moment as if debating whether to say something back, but shrugged and decided we'd be good today. We ignored him and gathered out things from the back seat. As I leaned over the seat to reach the towels, I felt your hand slide up the back of my thigh. Before I could move or push your hand away, you pulled my suit up the crack of my ass, holding the small of my back against the seat with your other hand.
"Stop," I giggled. "People will see."
"I know," you said wickedly. Your hand was strong against my body and I knew I couldn't move. It was too hot; I was starting to feel perspiration on my back while my ass was virtually exposed through the windshield of the car. You leaned over and kissed my ass cheeks, running your tongue over them and making me moan. Then, you moved the fabric aside slightly and ran your tongue up the crack of my ass and licked my asshole.
"We're going to get arrested," I protested, ignoring the wetness beginning to increase between my legs.
"Who cares?" you said, slapping my ass hard enough to make me jump.
"Ok," you said, "let's hit the beach." You released your hold on my back, I grabbed the towels and my beach bag and put my sunglasses on, hoping no one had seen what had just happened. I slid back down into the seat and reached beneath me to pull my suit back into its intended position. "I didn't say you could pull that down," you said, looking at me with a serious yet mischievous expression on your gorgeous face.
"It wasn't meant to be a thong," I shot back.
"But it looks much better that way and I want to see your ass," you said sternly.
"Oh, come on," I said, "this is a public beach."
"Yes. And I think the public would love to see your ass, too." I could tell this was going to require a compromise instead of an argument.
"What do I have to do to get you to forget this idea?" I asked quietly.
"Hmmm. That's a good question. Why don't you tell me?" you said, throwing the ball back into my court as you enjoyed doing so often.
"I'll give you a blow job," I said, playfully squeezing your cock.
"Not good enough, but you'll be allowed to do that, too," you said with a smile.
"Ok, I'll flash someone on the beach," I said exasperated.
"Two people, a man and a woman," you countered.
"Oh, come on," I pleaded, "one is bad enough."
"Your ass is going to get very tan today," you said, looking out the window.
"Alright, two people," I said, resigned.
"You're learning not to argue so much," you said with a smile. I gave you a sideways glance and a slight smile, pulled my suit down, and opened the door.
We both stepped out of the sexual heat that had been building in the car and into the sweltering heat of the open, sun-soaked beach.
"God, it's so hot!" I said, scanning the beach for a vacant spot.
"Yeah, but hot is good, right?" you said and I knew exactly the meaning you intended.
"Yeah, hot is good," I said, smiling at you.
We started walking toward the water, looking desperately for an appropriate spot to settle down. We finally found a vacant spot and spread the towels out to lay on. I found my baby oil in the bag and began to spread it on my legs.
"Want some help?" you asked, reaching for the bottle.
"If you would be so kind," I answered demurely. I stretched out on the towel and closed my eyes. I felt your strong hands on my thighs and the warm oil slid over my already hot flesh. You massaged the slippery liquid into my skin, running your hands up the outside of my legs to my hips. You was straddling my body and as your hands squeezed my thighs, I heard you say in a very sexy voice, "Spread your legs." My eyes flew open and I shook my head no.
"We can't," I protested.
"Can't what?" you said. "How do you expect to get an even tan with no oil on your inner thighs?"
