"Did you have a good nap?" Sitting on the floor, she looked up at me with her big eyes and a mischievous smile.
Looking around, in the late afternoon sunlight I could only respond with a dazed smile and a "Yeah, where is everybody?"
"Oh, the girls just went to town to check out the shops again, and the guys said they were looking for a restaurant for later, but I suspect they'll end up at the first bar they find", her face opened further, "sweet dreams?"
I pushed myself up a little from my slouched position on the couch, trying to get my bearings.
"Never mind, THAT is clear for all to see", she giggled.
I followed her gaze to my shorts, and must have frowned, as she broke out laughing.
"You've been doing this to me all week-end long", I responded sheepishly: at the beach, going out, staying in. At first I thought I was blessed with unintentional side boobs and nipple slips, but it soon became clear that she was provoking a reaction: wearing loose beach shirts without a bra, laying out at the beach and pool, always right in front of me: adjusting her top, and incessantly lifting the waistband of her bikini bottoms for God knows what reason; taking her time applying sun screen, even where none was needed; turning over on her stomach to read her book and releasing the bikini strap to avoid a tan line. Each situation leading to a natural reaction from me, and a subsequent naughty smile in reply.
"You started it", she got up on her knees, moving a little closer. "In what universe is it normal to parade around your beach house brand spanking naked?"
"Are you saying I can't do what I want in my very own house? Never mind that you were all supposed to be at the beach; and for the record, I was not exactly parading, I was getting my swim suit from the drier to come join you all."
"It very much looked like parading to me, standing at attention and all!"
The mouth on her: "I will let you know there was no 'standing at attention' involved. As soon as I saw you, I apologized, turned and walked back to my room, as embarrassed as I remember ever being."
"You have nothing to be embarrassed over. Even if that was not 'at attention', it's the biggest tool I have ever seen." She swallows hard, and looks away.
"Have you seen many then? Tools, I mean."
"My fair share, I suppose, I am not as innocent as I look."
"There's been nothing innocent about you this week." I put my hands behind my head, trying to make myself comfortable, and chuckle.
She leans forward, her dark grey tank top allowing me a glimpse down her front, her nipples brushing against the fabric, and confidently declares: "I can't deny it has had some effect on me, and am happy to see that I have been able to reciprocate."
Blood shooting to my groin as the silence, and my shorts, grow uncomfortable.
Her large eyes meet mine as she fiddles with the strings on my shorts. Once untied, her gaze is diverted as the velcro fly give way when she reaches down and pull out my cock with both hands.
"Ohmygod. It gets bigger" her voice betrays the confidence of her actions as I become hard in her hands. "What do we do next?"
"I suppose we let nature run its course." I suggest cheekily. Her breasts bump my thigh as she instinctively pulls her body towards my cock, cranes her neck and kisses the shaft above her firm double grip.
Her insecurity is obvious as she looks me in the face and begs for direction: "Seriously, what do we do now?"
"You know, they may come in different shapes and sizes, but they all work about the same..."
She makes a pouty face, lets go with one hand, and hits me flat on the chest. "The shape is pretty much the same, but be serious, I want to do this right. When I have gotten to this point before, it typically ends pretty quickly with a gooey mess"
"Alright," I smile, "first, you've got to get up here." I pat the seat next to me, and take her hands as I sit upright.
Her breasts are pushed together by her arms as I help pulling her off the floor, they bounce back as I let go.
She makes a bossy pose, feet apart, as she pulls her mint green bikini bottoms to ride higher on her hips, stretching the fabric over her mound. I can't take my eyes away as a slightly darker damp spot reveals itself. When my eyes finally meet her, she beams, comes across in front of me and sits next to me on the couch.
I scooch down, resting my head on the back cushion again. She turns towards me and jams one foot under the back cushion behind my back, as she keeps her other foot on the floor. Exposing herself like this gives her leverage and allows her to comfortably grab a hold of my cock again, with both hands, anchoring herself as she takes a couple of deep breaths, looks me in the eyes again and gives me another wide, but nervous, smile.
I run my left hand along the side of her face, down along her arms and let it rest between her legs: so close I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy. She accepts the invitation as she pulls herself closer to me, and comes to rest on top of my hand. She takes a deep breath, releasing the tension in her body, and loosen the grip around my shaft slightly. Her eyes widen at the sight of a drop of liquid forming at the head of my cock.
"Taste it", I direct her. She lets go with her right hand and dips her finger to break the surface tension of the droplet. Moving her finger to her lips, she sticks out her tongue to taste and smiles as she confirms: "salty". She bends down and licks the new droplet that has formed off the tip of my cock. Kissing the bulbous head, she slowly starts smearing pre-cum and saliva up and down the shaft with her mouth
