The sun broke through the mid-morning haze as Brandy and I made our way over the dunes and toward the beach. For the last couple days, we had been camping at Watch Hill Campground on Fire Island. It's a beautiful place, well removed from the hectic pace of the city. Unfortunately, the campsites are placed so close together that we haven't had much privacy in this otherwise intimate setting, a reality that proved insufferable last night.
This was my only grievance as we traipsed over the dunes. Actually, I traipsed; Brandy moved across the sand with grace and a little flaunt. Like a skilled belly dancer, her hips swayed from side to side in a fluid, hypnotic motion. My eyes fixed on the floral print of her sarong; the tautly pulled wrap accentuated her tight waist and curvy hips. I could faintly see the two symmetrical lines of Brandy's string bikini bottoms, which arched salaciously over her cute little round ass.
Just as I was beginning to salivate, Brandy looked over her shoulder at me. I raised my eyes to meet hers. At first, I was struck by how well she had tanned over the first half of the summer. The contrast between her dark skin and light blonde hair was stark and her eyes took on a brilliant shade of sea green. Her exotic eyes, however, seemed to be scolding me for staring at her ass, while the poutiness of her gorgeous lips added a naughty schoolgirl quality to her sexy glance.
As we stepped from the dunes to the beach, Brandy paused to scan the shore for the ideal patch of sand. I stopped right behind her, dropped the cooler, and nonchalantly set my hands just above her hips. I lightly pressed my thumbs against the small of her back and wrapped my fingers around the sides of her waist. She arched her back so that her shoulders came to rest against my chest. I set my lips on her sun-warmed shoulder and softly kissed my way toward her neck. "Mmm," she purred, as I gave her waist a squeeze and pulled her toward me, until I could feel her butt pressing firmly against my trunks.
After a few seconds, I saw the corner of Brandy's mouth turn up before she turned her head toward me. "Am I exciting you," she asked, in a playful though somewhat cocky tone.
"Ah... no more than usual," I stammered.
"Really, so is that not your big beautiful cock pushing against my ass," she teased
"I'm totally not hard. Little miss potty mouth," I jeered back at her.
In fact, I was only at half mass, but, evidently, Brandy felt that this was a debate she needed to win. She raised both hands above her head, bent slightly at the knees and started to work her sexy ass in small rhythmic circles. Then, as if she was moving to 50 Cent's "Justa Lil Bit," Brandy began rotating her hips from side to side and then up and down. After a few blissful seconds, she steadied herself against me and slid her body down mine: her right arm fell back against my neck, her shoulders moved slowly down my chest, and her ass eased down my grateful member. She paused, started to rotate her hips again, and slowly slid back up, like she was shimmying her way up my hardening pole.
Once she was all the way back up, Brandy reached down and grabbed both of my wrists. Her legs straightened, she leaned forward, arched her back even further and pushed out her butt. She pulled me firmly against her ass and tossed her head back. Slowly, she began to lean forward. As she did, my eyes moved up her curvaceous figure: from the soft sweeping vase-like shape of her hips and the cute dimple in the small of her back, up the long sexy arc to her delicate shoulders. Once her arms were fully extended, I watched in bliss as Brandy did a seductive little waggle – shifting her weight from one leg to the other.
She glanced over her shoulder in the most lascivious way, and bit her bottom lip. I pulled back on her arms and pushed into her. "ohh," she gasped, teasingly, as if I were easing my cock deep inside her.
"Tell me you're not dying to fuck me," she demanded, with a devious glimmer in her eye.
I was speechless. Brandy flashed me a victory smile, dropped my arms and continued to lead us down the beach. She settled on a small sandy cove, formed by the dunes, which partially obscured us from the sunbathers that speckled the beach around us.
"A bit more secluded than the showers," Brandy said with a wink, while I stretched our blanket across the sand. I then placed the cooler at the edge of the blanket, further obstructing our view of the others on the beach.
"Ha, yeah," I laughed, recalling the events of last night.
On the previous evening, after a late dip in the ocean, Brandy and I took a shower together at the campground's facilities. Although each shower room had a separate door, the walls stopped two feet before they reached the ceiling; we could hear a couple other showers running and even some guy whistling.
Undeterred, I leaned in for a long passionate kiss. To my delight, Brandy was more receptive than I had anticipated. Her mouth opened effortlessly, allowing me to suck on her soft full lower lip. When I opened my mouth and set my lips on hers, her tongue slowly penetrated my mouth and was soon sliding provocatively over the top of mine.
As we continued to kiss, I reached behind her and untied her top. Once our lips parted, I lifted the two triangles off her magnificent breasts and up over her head. When I turned back toward Brandy, after hanging her bikini on the hook, she was looking at me with a provocative sparkle in her eye and a confident little smirk. Her shoulders were pulled back, her chest was pushed out and she was twisting from side to side.
Brandy knows that I think she has the world's best breasts. They're not huge – between a B and a C cup – but they have a perfect tear drop shape. She uses them mercilessly to tease and taunt me. Without breaking eye contact, she grabbed the liquid soap and squeezed a generous amount into my out stretched, cupped hands. I reached for her shoulders, and then ran my soapy hands around the outside of her beautiful mounds.
For several minutes, I caressed her body and massaged her breasts. Brandy's face filled with passion as I rubbed my hands around her well-lathered bosom and fondled her nipples with my slippery fingers. A second later, I felt the palm of her hand on my trunks, sliding down the length of my shaft. I looked down at my topless hotty – two sexy, well-defined lines running along the sides of her abdomen, her cute bikini bottoms with a string that tied high on her gorgeous hips, and her left hand gripping my dick through the fabric of my shorts.
Brandy mouthed, "I love your cock," as she slowly pumped her hand up and down my rod. I pulled her close – until I could feel her slippery breasts against my chest – and then kissed her lips. She reached between us with her right hand and unsnapped my trunks. Her mouth opened wider. I teased her tongue with the tip of mine as I heard the Velcro fly being pulled apart. My shorts dropped to the floor. I felt the palm of Brandy's hand underneath my cock. She folder her fingers over the top of my tool and pumped her hand up and down my shaft. She then started to rub the head of my dick against the thin fabric between her thighs.
I reached for the soap and pored it generously over my dick and Brandy's hands. Within seconds, she was giving me the best hand job of my life. Her soapy hands deftly worked their way up and down my now throbbing cock. She alternated, sliding one hand all the way down my shaft and then slipping it back up and off before the other hand followed suit. She lathered my balls with soap and massaged them with her left hand as she pumped my manhood with the other.
With her hand gliding smoothly, like a piston, over my soapy rod, Brandy gazed seductively into my eyes. She held the look for several minutes. Occasionally, she would grin devilishly or suggestively bite her lip, but her lust-filled eyes remained locked on mine. The whole time Brandy stroked my cock she was fucking me with her eyes, and god can she fuck.
With that familiar stirring building in my balls, I looked down to avoid an otherwise inevitable eruption. But, knowing that I couldn't take much more, regardless of where I was looking, I opted for a distraction: I reached out and pulled one of the strings on Brandy's hip that held her bikini on. The upper left corner of the triangle flopped over and the bottoms dropped about an inch before she caught them. "Why do you always do that? Now I have to re-adjust them the next time I wear this bikini," she half complained, and then playfully hit me in the shoulder with her other hand.
I whispered: "Because it's so hot. Plus, it initiates a Pavlovian response: untying the string makes my mouth water. First I see your naked hip, then your sexy tan lines, and finally I get a partially obstructed view of your neatly trimmed bush. Now all I can think about is kissing and licking and sucking your tasty little pussy." Brandy looked more than appeased.
I squatted in front of her, with my back to the wall that separated us from the empty, adjacent shower room. She let your bikini bottoms drop, exposing a small rectangle of hair and two soft supple lips. I put my arms around her and caressed her ass as I planted small kisses on and to both sides of her landing strip then down her thighs. She sighed, and soon her hands were running through my hair, coaxing me down toward her juicy tender peach, which was becoming swollen and moist with anticipation.
I looked up into Brandy's lusty eyes and then softly kissed her pussy. Again, she sighed. With my thumb, I gently pulled back one of her lips and slowly ran my tongue along its slick, pink inside. Her legs bowed slightly and with a hand full of hair, she leaned into me. Unsatisfied with the angle, I picked up Brandy's right foot and set it on my shoulder. She pushed off my shoulder and, with both hands, grabbed the top of the wall separating the two shower rooms; she then planted her left foot on my other shoulder.
I tilted my head back. Then I closed my eyes and waited anxiously for Brandy's delicious wet box to press down against my face. First I felt her lips drag across my nose, the intoxicating scent of her pussy caused my salivary glands to pump saliva into my mouth. When her lips finally settled against mine I gave them a gentle kiss before opening my mouth and parting them with my tongue. They separated effortlessly and I leisurely licked my way through her wet canal, lapping up her delicious pussy juice with delight.
Brandy started to rock back and forth against my face. To assist in this effort, I reached up and palmed her ass with both hands. I pushed up and brought her closer to my face as I licked my way up and down her sexy little slot. While enjoying my tasty treat, I heard Brandy trying to suppress her moans. She's normally quite loud, so I'm sure this was tough for her. She began to squirm, rock and buck against me to keep from screaming. But her whimpers, gasps and suppressed moans were becoming more audible and more frequent.
