The cold blew in through the windows. The chills cause your skin to harden and your nipples grew stiff. You looked at your nipples, you liked the way they were and you smiled as you remember the first time hot sperm struck each nipple.
You licked your fingers and touched your nipples, lathering your saliva and shivering in delight as it grew colder but the warm recesses of your body grew warmer.
"Not now." You thought to yourself. You walked naked to the wardrobe and pick out a black silk gstring with anal beads, you slowly slide it up your legs and tremble as you feel the soft material rub against your swelling clitoris. You then push the beads one by one inside your asshole and moan wishing that this gstring had one for your love tunnel as well.
You then find a thin, white, low-cut top and slip it over. Your nipples were clearly visible through the thin material and you smirked. Then you found a denim mini skirt and when you put it on you moaned as it hugged your moist pussy tightly.
Ten minutes later you walked out the door and down to the beach. Men were whistling and cat-calling. You loved the attention. You loved that the sight of you made their cocks hard.
You stopped at a bench and sat with your legs crossed, watching the sun drop below the liquid horizon.
"Hey beautiful." A strong voice emanated around your ears. You turn and see hunk in glasses.
"I'm Kyle, what's your name?"
He moved in front of the bench and sat down next to you.
"Not. Interested." You replied harshly.
"Nice to meet you Miss Interested, I take it that 'Not' isn't your real name, you sexy dick hardening beauty." He emphasized the last 5 words in a husky yet erotic voice.
You gazed at him sternly. At his audacity. Offended as you were you it still made a warm rush of blood flood your nether regions and you shifted somewhat slightly.
He noticed. And smiled.
He touched your shoulder with his middle finger and ran a line down to your elbow. You shivered. He stood up and placed himself in front of you. Then he kneeled and started kissing your knee, adding a little bit of tongue every so often.
He trailed his hands on the outside of your thighs. You were excited by his touch...
His hands moved up and covered your buttocks inside the skirt. His fingers teasingly found your gstring and a finger found its way to the thin string with beads and you moaned as you felt him pull the beads out of your asshole.
While looking into your eyes he gently pulls your wet undergarment from under you and once it shows out of the skirt he grips it with his teeth and pulls it to your knees. Carefully he pulls it the rest of the way with his hands and easily picked up one foot over the other and took it out. He held the gstring with his mouth and placed on the bench next to you and looked at you like a loyal dog expecting a treat.