Taylor sank into the hot tub and felt the hot water caress her silky smooth skin. She reached for her glass of white wine, brought it to her lips and drank deeply. A soft sigh escaped from deep in her throat as she returned the empty glass to its holder and pushed her back into a jet of thrusting water.
I reached for the bottle of wine sitting nestled in a bed of ice and filled her glass. I could see that for the first time in quite a while, Taylor was relaxing. She had had a hectic summer at her job so I figured that a trip to the beach would be the perfect solution to wash away her tensions. So that was how we found ourselves here at the Outer Banks in North Carolina. We had rented a three story house right on the beach for the last week in September as we both enjoy the cooler weather that time of year offers.
We were not disappointed.
The house was beautiful, probably too much room for just the two of us but that just meant more rooms to play in. There was a huge deck off the third floor living room that afforded a spectacular view of the beach and ocean. Off our second floor bedroom was a smaller deck with the hot tub and a somewhat more limited view. We couldn't have been more pleased and the weather cooperated also reaching only about 75 degrees during the day and getting down to about 60 degrees at night. We were in heaven.
Taylor looked at me with a loving smile that she knew always melted my heart. Her blue eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun. Her hair, a reddish blonde combo, fanned out about her head that was resting on the side of the tub. She had on a black bikini that only made her pale skin all the more appealing and accented all her wonderful curves.
Sounds came from over the tiny bulkhead blocking a portion of the beach of people playing merrily in the surf. We, however, were in our own little world.
Taylor floated over to me and settled herself between my legs before leaning back against my chest. We drank wine, watched the seagulls soar across the sky and listened to the roar of the ocean pounding on the sand while my fingers ran across her shoulders, neck and down her arms causing small goose bumps to form. She shivered delightfully. I could see Taylor's nipples all ready beginning to press out the fabric of her bikini top.
She cradled her head into the side of my neck as my fingers danced lightly across her throat and down over the top of her breasts that her top didn't conceal. She pushed back into me. Her lips parted and her tongue ran across them briefly before she kissed my neck. A soft kiss that barely touched me but enough to cause a slight stirring down below.
"I think this is in the way." I said reaching for the clasp of her bikini top. It came undone easily but Taylor stopped it from sliding off.
"There are people all around," she warned. "What if someone sees?"
I grabbed her hand that still held the top on. "No one can see us. The bulkhead hides most of the beach. We're up on the second floor and hidden in a hot tub. Who is going to know?" I laughed.
I pulled her hand and the top slid slowly from her breasts and across her hard nipples. I dropped the top to the wooded deck.
Taylor turned and smiled. "Well fair is fair."
I felt her hands on my hips grabbing at my bathing suit and pulling it forcefully down. Well, fair is fair. I lifted my hips and my suit found its home on the floor next to her top.
I gave her a devilish grin back and pulled her to me, feeling her hard nipples push into my chest as my hand ran down her back and into her bikini bottoms. "Yes, my dear, fair is fair."
I pulled her bottoms from her nice round ass and pushed her away. She floated on her back away from me as the bottom of her suit slid down her legs and off. She changed direction and floated back into my arms, her hand finding its way easily below the water and wrapping itself around my now hard cock.
"Fair?" she inquired sheepishly while giving me a little tug.
"Very." I whispered into her ear. "But today is all for you. I just want you to relax and enjoy."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Okay." she said and then plunged her head under the water. I felt her lips surround the head of my cock. Her tongue swirled across the sensitive skin and the tickled the underside of my long pole. She grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled herself down, taking most of me deep into her mouth. Her lips clasped firmly around my shaft and she applied a gentle suction as she made her way back to the head.
Taylor resurfaced, the water cascading over her shoulders and laughed. "Sorry, I just had to do that."
"Quite all right." I laughed back pulling her to me and meeting her soft lips with mine. Her lips parted for my tongue and we stayed locked in that position for a while.
My hands ran up and down the length of her body caressing every inch of skin I could reach. Only occasionally finding their way across her soft inner thighs or hard jutting nipples. No, I wanted her pleasure to build over the course of the next couple hours. I wanted her to relax completely into our own waves of joy.
We broke from the kiss to catch our breath and I poured us more wine. Taylor sat next to me sipping her wine, my arm around her and her leg thrown over mine. Every once in a while she would reach down between my legs but I would just "tisk-tisk" her and playfully slap her hand.
I pulled her around in front of me again and massaged her shoulders trying to work out what little tension still resided there. I could feel the stress wash off her as her shoulders gave in to my insistent kneading. Finally, the bottle of wine finished and any residue tension vanquished, my hands made their way down to her breasts that floated before me. I massaged around the outsides slowly and deeply and then letting then slide over her skin to her nipples. I gently took them between my thumb and first finger and squeezed, rolling them slightly and feeling them swell to my touch.
