We float gently in the water, waves lifting and dropping us, the sky filling our eyes. Pine trees drift into view and my left foot touches beach. I roll over, checking the bay for your shape, watching the swell bring you in.
Our towels and blankets sit about 200 yards back up the shingle, we walk there, naked, shivering but relaxed, and huddle together under them, watching the horizon. My ears trickle with seawater.
"I never could do that before, I'd be convinced the sea would take me out."
"That's what they tell you, don't go out on your lilo, they'll have to get the coastguard."
"What the fuck is a lilo?"
"It's probably safest you don't know."
You elbow me gently, unimpressed.
"I'm cold, let's go."
The trees throw shade over the house as we cross the sand, the roof a soft bed of pine needles. My hand slides round your waist as we step up onto the porch, no need to unlock the door, it's always open on the island.
You check the clock and go to the kitchen for a drink, I follow, hoping to distract you, slipping under your arm as you open the fridge, kissing your neck as you crack ice into glasses, pressing my breasts against your back.
You grumble half heartedly at the interruption, turning to face me with glasses of cold bourbon.
I kiss you on tip toe, but the whisky is winning, and I let you pass, following you back through to the couch and letting you take your first sip before I kneel between your legs and start in earnest.
I love your hard cock but it's the sounds you make that really make me wet. Long moans, then your breath catching in your throat, grunts and gasps as I finger sensitive areas, press my tongue against your arsehole, swallow your cock into my throat, and keep you on the edge.
By the time I let you cum the ice is melted and I'm dripping juices onto the rug. I sit over your lap and rub my clit, my nipples taking turns in your mouth. I still want to fuck so I try to hold off, hoping you'll get hard again, but you turn me round so I'm facing out and slide your fingers inside me, two rubbing my g while your other hand takes care of my clit. I'm very noisy.
In bed that night you whisper how you'd love to fuck a tight, hot pussy while someone tongues your arse.
I think I know someone who might be interested. I press my finger against your hole and watch your face as it slips inside.
It takes a few days for Zac to get away from work and get across to the island. It's gratifying to hear that he's up for it straight away. I hardly need to explain what we want, just ask if he's up for a hot weekend with me and Rick, and he says yes straight away.
"It's a long time since I got to fuck you, I missed you."
"It won't just be me you're fucking."
"I'm looking forward to that too, a bit of guy on guy."
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"Hey you. Way to travel in style!"
"Just couldn't wait to get here, I saw these boats for hire on the front, and here I am!"
He jumps down into the surf and kisses me, smelling of after shave and sun.
"Where my guy?"
"Hiding up in the house, he's a little nervous..."
"It's you who should be nervous sweetheart, I'm going to ruin you both!"
"I'm banking on it. Drink?"
"Why don't we get straight down to business. It's a long journey and my cock is ready for action."
You're on the couch but you leap up when we come in. Zac heads straight for you, hand out in greeting, and you shake before he pulls you into a hug.
"Hey Rick, so good to meet you, Ive heard so much about you. She never mentioned you were so hot though, naughty girl. She always bags the best ones, me included, although I think she's bested me this time."
He keeps close by, sitting next to you on the couch, one arm along the back, body turned towards you.