Cool air brushed across my nipples like gentle fingers, making them into hard points. Waist deep water lapped at my sun taunt skin, while that magnificent orange globe hung just inches above the horizon making everything within sight a lovely golden.
Samantha Timberline floated on her back allowing her sun-like spheres to rock with each wave, driving me crazy. Breasts are my favorite part of a woman, and though hers were not overly large, they were wonderful to gaze upon. They teased with her every move.
Her long tan legs moved with delicate precision, propelling her toward shore in a lazy, sexy backhand. Her body arched and an arm went overhead, the long fingers dug into the water in a strong backstroke. The nipples of her breasts pushed hard at the fabric of her suit like escaping animals. I liked that her breasts didn't disappear when she was on her back, and at the Vee of her shapely thighs, the fabric hugged her womanhood with a clear double definition. A sudden pang went through me at the thought of my face nuzzling there.
"Hey," she said, splashing water in my direction. Oh, oh, caught staring and dreaming.
"What'd you do that for?" I said, grabbed a foot and pulled her to me before she could get away. My other hand splashed water in her face.
Samantha's head went under and I released her. She came up sputtering, brushing the wet hair from her face. She spun fast, the long dark hair sprayed water like a bullwhip in all directions. She split for the shore.
The deep water kept both of us to a minimum until we neared shore. I let her win our faux-race so I could watch her cute little ass. Reaching shore, she pulled at the bikini bottoms. A little too much as the suit wedged into the crack of her ass. I wanted to touch that deliciousness, but didn't. We hadn't reached that far into our relationship and I didn't know how far she would allow me to go.
I had known Sam, since grade school and until her family had moved away during that second high school year, we'd been friends, Now they were back. The two of us had decided it was time we caught up, and the lake seemed the ideal place.
She flopped on the sand and smiled when she saw me looking again.
"So, what college are you going to," she said, pulling me back to the reason we were here. Samantha wiped a drop of water from her short nose. The slight indent where it had been broken when she fell off the merry-go-round in the fifth grade was still there.
"The first two years community college here at Belmont . . . then I don't know. Money's tight right now. I think Mom and Dad want to see how I'll do before sending me off on my own."
She laughed. It was a robust sound not at all reproachful. "Probably best. If I recall you were like me, never an A student, and now that I'm back that's where I plan on studying."
"Good," I said, "we'll see more of each other then."
"Yes, we will."
She was silent, looked out into the growing dusk of the lake. The lap of water on shore pushed by the small breeze, cooled my skin, brought an image of two juveniles playing right on this same spot. My attention soared over the darkening shape of Samantha as she gazed into her own memories.
"What's wrong?" I said.
"Just thinking."
"Of what?"
"Why we never got together before this."
"You moved."
"That wasn't it, we had lots of time before."
There it was again, that thoughtful silence. I wondered a lot about her in the passed few hours. I don't remember her being this delightful, so easy to be with, so lovely.
"I'm a virgin."
Wow, that was out of some field . . . left or right wouldn't have mattered. I totally wasn't prepared.
"I only say that to let you know that I plan on saving myself for that someone special."
My heart stopped.
"That's nice," I said, looking into her eyes and I really meant it. "You don't hear that much these days." A thought flashed through my brain, wondering if I could be that special person.
"I'm kidding," Samantha said, laughed and added shyly, "I just never found that certain person that I wanted to take my cherry, so I've never screwed anyone."
"Nothing wrong in that, shows character."
"I've never experimented either."
"Why . . . why are you telling me this?"
"Because . . . you make me feel that I need to unburden myself. Because, I think that I'd like to experiment with you."
I felt the frown come on and I couldn't stop it from showing.
"Ahhh," I said, not knowing what else to say.
"Don't tell me that you haven't thought about it tonight," she said. "I see how you look at me. Right now, I see tension in your face, but I trust you."
"Trust is a very strong word."
"I know in my heart that you won't do anything I don't want. What more can a woman ask?"
At the moment, all I could think about was pushing my cock down her throat and fucking her senseless, but said, "What are you looking for?"
"Sure as hell not commitment. Just an agreement that we take everything slow and see where it goes. Don't you think that we need to share things first, get to know each other?"
Slow wasn't really what I needed right now. "Okay," I said, deciding to share, "I like my nipples sucked."
"Whoa, that's quick."
"Too much information, too soon?"
I chuckled, focusing on her sun-red darkening face. Samantha was bathed in the last rays of light as night stalked us.
"I just didn't think we'd jump that quick into sexual things."
"You started it, and life is short and it's something I enjoy. Not many men do from what I read. What about you?"
Her lips puckered in thought, but I was thinking of other things she could do with that lusty mouth.
"I like when I squeeze and twist mine," she said, "so I would enjoy mine likewise teased."
In the dark, I imagined her squinting at me. "Maybe," she added, "we could begin with simple kissing."
"We have to be a lot closer," I said, and reached for her. She folded herself around me, arms lightly about my neck, holding our chests a bare minimum apart. Her suit was wet, but those rigid nipples were on fire as their fabric covering brushed against me.
Samantha's lips searched softly, butterfly wings were stronger. Damn, I was trembling when our lips met. I took her lower lip between mine, worked it gently, ran my tongue lightly over the soft flesh. A sharp intake of her breath, then the tentative touch of a tongue on my upper lip. Blood pounded in my ears, and I breathed for the first time since our original contact. Her breasts moved against my chest in light, maddening movements, then mashed hard against me. One hand on my neck ran through my hair, pulled me closer. Our tongues fully entwined, gliding over each other in spark-induced rapture. The effect on me was more than I had imagined. More forceful, I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Hers danced against mine and I searched the sweetness of her mouth. Samantha returned the favor, and I felt almost violated as her tongue fucked my mouth with something like pure joy. Then it was over, and she pulled away with a final flick from that fabulous tip.
" . . . electrifying," she whispered, laying her head in the hollow of my shoulder.
I agreed and it took awhile to gain composure.
Finally, Samantha leaned back, cradling my neck in her hands. I could just make out her face in the hardening dusk, and I thought she smiled.
"Ummmm." My knees became weak and my heart beat fast as she worked on one of my nipples in her tender mouth. Her warm tongue rasped around the small point making it harder. Her lips pulled on the tender flesh, the tongue whipped across the tip with fine sandpaper intensity drawing out another sound from me that was more gurgle than cry of pleasure.
"Yeow! Don't bite."
"Oh, I . . . I'm sorry," she said, "got carried away."
"Don't forget the . . . yesss."
She tongued the other one to a stiff barrel like shape. My knees were in a state of flux, going from weak joy to extreme pleasure. She sucked hard then light, and I finally came to.
"Wait, wait," I said. "We need to do this together."
She backed an arms length away.
"You mean, sixty-nine?"
I don't know if she meant to shock me, but it did, and she chuckled.
"We don't know each other that well, yet," I said, regaining my composure, "maybe later."
She let out a controlled sigh, hugged me, and ran her tongue around the lobe of my ear. Samantha's fiery breath emitted pure sex and my Johnson was painfully cramped in my suit.
"First, lets get you out of that top, I said."
When I didn't hear a stop, it took only a few seconds and the top was somewhere in the dark sand. The tan less breasts shone like twin beacons against the rest of her darkened skin.
"Put your back to me, and scoot down until your head is in my lap." When she did as I asked, her head rested on my hard on, but I didn't care. It felt damn good, and gave me ideas agreeable to my sudden wantonness. Men are such sex pigs. No one can read minds so I was safe within my thoughts of debauchery. I leaned over, kissed the soft round flesh, found a nipple and flicked it with my tongue, then the other. They were large and already hard, and I drew one into my mouth.
"Ohhh, that's nice," she purred.
She searched, kissing her way upward, found a nipple with her soft lips and we were in a mini-sixty-nine. Whatever I did to her, she did to me, and vice-versa. The taste of her went directly to my lower regions, and I knew that she could feel the throbbing under her head. Sam teased the building sensation by rolling her head from side to side and exerting pressure. Little Minx.
"Are you sure you've never done this before?"
"Not this exactly. I did have a boy friend a year ago, you know."
