Sometime well after dawn the next day I awoke to find myself alone in the bed.
The previous day's long morning of wild sex in the great outdoors had momentarily sated our carnal appetites and, with the exception of one afternoon quickie, we'd spent the rest of the day enjoying the activities Evans Head and a cottage right on the beach had to offer us before collapsing exhausted into bed.
Naked and uncovered, our normal manner of sleeping together in warm weather, I rolled onto my back in a relaxed, slightly legs apart pose, to let me better enjoy the view of the azure ocean out of the beach facing picture window as I wondered what Adam was up to.
We knew we were leaving ourselves exposed by leaving the blinds open on this window both day and night. But it was too nice a view to block out. We were at the end of the street before the beach ran adjacent to bushland, so really only had the beach walkers to deal with. Not that they were in short supply. Three groups had walked past as Adam had been humping me yesterday afternoon. Fortunately only one group had looked our way and his reaction showed he got an eyeful of what was going on. Which just showed the tinting on the windows might have helped, but didn't offer complete privacy.
The question of where Adam was, was answered when he walked into the room carrying a cup of freshly brewed coffee for me.
But it wasn't what was in his hand that drew my attention.
All he had on were the leopard skin speedo like swim briefs he worn most of yesterday before they were rinsed and hung to dry last night. The one's with the deeply pouched front that at least provided some space into which to sling his enormous manhood.
Except they weren't slinging anything at that moment. Rather he was fully rampant. Best imagined in girth and length as two soft drink stacked one on top of the other, his erection had the tortured material stretched to the limit as it tightly sheathed the hard flesh that towered well over his navel.
The low waistband of the swimmers simply exaggerated the visual impression of his soaring manhood, the legs seams stretched well away from his thighs to let his balls almost hang out.
The sight, apart from arousing me, made me wonder yet again how my body was able to accept being penetrated by such an enormous thing and certainly justified the reaction of his two previous girlfriends who had closed their vaginas to him in sheer terror.
As he reached in to hand me the coffee, I took it in one hand while I slid the other up the gap in the leg seam and wrapped it around the hard flesh at the base of his shaft just above his balls.
It surged strongly in response, reminding me of the strength and power of his manhood that I found so sexy. It was a power that could shoot his cum two meters vertically on a good day and even had the pre-cum, that normally oozed copiously from the tip when we were fooling around, forcefully penetrate the stretched material and lightly spray my wrist as his manhood surged.
The fact of his arousal in my presence was nothing out of the ordinary, even if the size of it was. Still, I had to ask...
"What's this about?"
My jerking of his shaft as I asked left no doubt what 'this' referred to.
"I woke up with it and it doesn't seem to want to go down. Knowing you were lying naked on the bed didn't help, especially every time I walked past the door. It was a bit embarrassing when I had to sneak out with it to put the garbage in the bin. But it was smelling out the kitchen. I had to do it."
The garbage must have been really smelly to force him to take it out like that. The bin was down by the gate; a ten meter walk along a fully exposed path to get there. I could imagine him holding the bag unnaturally in front of him to hide the erection, probably instead making any passer-by wonder if he wasn't hiding complete nakedness. Certainly not circumstances in which you want to be engaged by a neighbour in conversation.
"Does it need emptying?"
Adam's eyes focused on my bare breasts, nipples already reacting to his presence, then glanced down to the space between my legs where I'm sure he could see in my raised mound how my labia had swelled and separated.
"It always seems to need emptying when you're about. But no, I didn't come in here with the coffee to throw myself down on you and relieve it. I'm sure there'll be time for that soon enough."
In letting the moment pass I had to ignore my own arousal as well as his. But I can't take the size of a cock like Adam's into me with a full bladder. That had to be emptied and the disgusting taste of my overnight mouth fixed before I felt ready for love making. And Adam was right, it would all be happening soon enough; not through any preplanning but just because we don't seem able to keep our hands off each other, especially while we are away like this.
I released Adam's manhood from my grasp and put the coffee on the bedside table as I sat up, Adam turning to leave with a...
"I'll make breakfast..."
As he walked away I had a good look at his butt. In looking for extra material to accommodate his erection, the swimmers had been drawn tightly into his butt crack; more like a woman's Brazilian, butt hugging bikini bottom. It was a cute look. I could see why men were attracted to them on women.
I ducked into the ensuite bathroom to attend to various matters of comfort, then came back into the bedroom to put on my own leopard print bikini -- chosen by me specifically as a match for Adam's swimmers.
I'd only just pulled up the bottoms when a couple walked past staring straight into the window as I stared back at them; the man's eyes just about popping out at what I assume was the sight of my exposed breasts. Refusing to be cowed, I just waved at them. He waved back. She looked embarrassingly away.
Tying the top on was a bit of a marathon. In undressing me for sex yesterday afternoon, Adam had pulled the knot of the neck string. This was one of those small triangle slide tri bikinis where the triangle isn't big enough to simply tie it around the base of your breast and then tie the neck string to suit. If you do that your nipples are still exposed.
Instead it has to sit mid breast. Which means you have to get exactly the right length of neck string and then tie the bottom string to keep it firmly attached to your breast.
Brushing my long hair into something reasonable, I took one last look in the mirror before following Adam into the kitchen. Even in the warm room and with the top dry, my nipples were already on high beam just thinking of him. Still it was nothing compared to the size of them when we were fooling around in the cool water yesterday.
I did a final positioning of the top, then centered the rectangle at the front of my bikini bottoms on my mons, which it didn't manage to fully cover, drawing it tautly outwards before using my finger to push a shallow crease, a sort of mini camel toe, through it to tease Adam.
As I entered the kitchen/ dining room -- which had its own picture window onto the beach -- his back was to me as he cooked French toast.
