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?"
"Oh." I said, embarrassed. "I thought you meant....." You just smiled and gently eased my legs apart slightly. You dripped the oil down the insides of my thighs and slowly kneaded it into my pecan brown skin. Watching you, I could tell that you mind was already drifting to how deliciously soft and warm my skin always was and the warm velvety feel of my pussy wrapped around your cock.
I could feel my pussy start to throb as I savored the feeling of your hands on my body. I couldn't remember ever being turned on by applying baby oil; but then, you could turn me on without even touching me, so I don't know why I was surprised.
Your hands caressed my legs and began working their way up to my stomach and chest. The oil felt sinfully delicious and your firm, massaging fingers even more so as you rubbed it into my tummy, running your fingers playfully under the top of my bikini bottom.
"Watch it," I said, joking.
"I can do whatever I want, remember?" you advised, slipping your hand between my legs quickly.
"Ok, Ok! Just stop! Please." I begged, glancing around to see if anyone was watching us.
You moved your hand from between my legs after slapping my pussy gently, just to remind me who's boss. My eyes narrowed in mock anger. Even though you knew I never liked that much, I had to smile, realizing once again how powerful your control was over me, even in spite of my frequent protests to your authority. Your hands slid easily up to my chest as you dripped the oil onto my delicate flesh, making sure to lodge a few drops in the front of my bikini top between my breasts. Grazing my nipples with your thumbs, you slowly began to distribute the oil across my heaving chest. You slipped your fingers slightly down the front of my suit and gently oiled my breasts. You finished up with my shoulders and arms and then told me to turn over.
You didn't give me much room to complete that task, as you continued to straddle my body. As I turned over, my ass brushed your crotch gently and I could feel how hard you were. I made sure to hold my ass against your crotch just a little longer than necessary, as it's always been hard for me to resist teasing you with the one body part I knew you liked most. This increased the wetness that was spreading between my own legs. Even though I'd never quite gotten what the big deal was about massages, I was beginning to believe that I'd been missing quite a lot all this time.
This time you started at my shoulders and worked your way down, drizzling the oil down my back and allowing the small stream to slide down the small of my back into the bottom of my suit. I felt a bead of oil slip sensuously down the crack of my ass to my pussy. There was nothing I could do to relieve the tickling sensation it created, so I just squirmed a little on the towel, causing my ass to firmly press against your cock this time.
"That's really getting me hard," you whispered in my ear.
"Good," I said wickedly.
"You realize that you'll have to remedy that situation," you challenged.
"Of course, MASTER, it would be my pleasure," I said sarcastically.
From the small of my back, your hands ran effortlessly down my hips and the outside of my thighs. I was thinking how wet I was getting when you slipped your fingers quickly under the edges of my suit and ran it up the crack of my ass as you'd done in the car. My hands flew toward my ass to pull my suit down, but your hands stopped me.
"Just relax," you said sternly.
"Come on, don't," I protested, still trying to reach my suit. I was always such a tease until I started to lose control of the situation.
" I WILL spank you right here!" you warned me and I knew you were serious so I put my hands down with an exasperated sigh. "That's better," you said. I was terribly nervous that someone was watching us, but I was so excited with the sun on my bare cheeks and your hands kneading the hot oil into my flesh that I really didn't care.
