It was a hot summer afternoon in Phoenix. We had been to the lake waterskiing with some friends, and now were back at my apartment, relaxing to some smooth jazz, and trying to cool off from the 118F outside.
She was still wearing her bikini under a T-shirt, and I was wearing my jeans. We were lounging on the floor, just laying next to each other, and kissing gently. She sat up and pulled her T-shirt off and stretched like a long, lean cat. I was totally mesmerized by her, and completely amazed by her beautiful body.
I asked her if I could see her breast, and she said that would be fine, but I had to take off my shirt, too. I did that, and then she reached back and removed her bikini top. I kissed and licked all over her breasts, and was really enjoying myself. Her nipples had gotten very hard, and were sticking out and just begging for me to suck them.
I moved down and licked across her stomach and then started trying to untie her bikini bottoms. She arched her back, then raised her butt off the ground, and in one quick motion, yanked off the bottoms. For the first time, I was actually seeing- and touching- a real live, naked woman. She said that I had to take off my jeans, and I did that in about a half-second. Then we held each other and kissed and snuggled together. I was as hard as a rock, and my prick was poking her through my briefs. She felt amazing. I was just rubbing my hands all over her, smelling her, kissing her, and trying to memorize every inch of her.