Lazily, she rolled over in the bed. "Is it time to get up already?"
"Yup," he replied, "we've got to get going– our tour leaves in about half an hour."
Megan sat up in bed and slowly got up. Even now, with her hair askew and no makeup on, Jake thought she looked beautiful. A pink lace babydoll clung to her 5'5" frame, not really concealing her pert 34Bs; she just hadn't taken it off after their marathon sex session on the first day of vacation. The sheets were still covering her bottom half, but Jake could visualize what was underneath: the smooth skin of her legs, her hairless pussy, and the ass that had gotten Jake's attention in the first place that night at bar a year and half ago. Her sharp rebuke drew him back to reality. "Stop staring! It isn't nice!" Megan scolded, giving him a pouty look. "Well hurry up and get ready," he replied, "we need to get going."
Within half an hour, the two of them were at the hotel's main door, waiting for the tour bus. Jake looked casual but sharp in his khakis and polo shirt; Megan complemented him nicely in her snug but not-too-tight sundress. Together, they looked like the twentysomething yuppie couple that they were.
The bus pulled up and, as they usually did, Jake and Megan made their way to the back. There, far from the prying eyes of others, they kissed intermittently, not really listening as the tour guide droned on about their Californian vacation spot. Jake's hands slid up Megan's skirt, and the first couple of times she batted him away. Eventually, though, she let him slide his hand up her thighs, then onto her clit. She closed her eyes and relaxed, involuntarily spreading her legs slightly. A few minutes later, if there were any other tourists nearby, they would have noticed Megan biting her lower lip as she stifled her moans during the first of many orgasms that day.
At one of the stops, the couple hopped off the trolley and made their way down to the beach. "Welcome Home, Troops!" a big banner proclaimed nearby, but none were to be seen at the time. Jake didn't notice the sign, and if Megan did, she didn't show it. Eventually, the two made their way to a secluded corner of the beach. Jake put down their beach towel and in minutes, the two were going at it.
Jake kissed her passionately as Megan ran her hands down his back. A few people were on the beach, but it was still early in the day and the tourists hadn't really come out in full force. Closely tied to Megan's aversion to group sex was a reluctance to have sex in public. But on a day like this, with the warm ocean air and the cool shoreline breeze, she was all too eager. Jake's fingers again found Megan's clit and danced there for a few minutes while he undid the ties to the halter top of her dress with his teeth. He knew that Megan sometimes went without panties— usually to tease him— but he was surprised to find no bra underneath the dress as well. Emboldened by the site of those perky tits, Jake went to town, licking, nibbling, and sucking on Megan's perfect breasts. At the same time, he slid a finger into her pussy— she was so tight he could usually only fit one— and worked her from the inside as well. First, she arched her back; then, she bucked her hips; and finally, this time without regard to who could hear her moans, Megan had her second orgasm of the day.
But now it was time for revenge, and she greedily climbed on top of Jake and pinned him down against the beach blanket. She pulled his shirt off and (with his help) managed to get his pants off as well, leaving him in just his boxes. "This isn't so bad," she thought, "It's basically like being in a Speedo."
She straddled his boxers and his dick strained against the fabric, trying mightily to get at her tight pussy. But it was not to be, not yet— though, just to tease him, she started slowly grinding her naked pussy on his boxers-clad cock. At the same time, she trailed her fingernails though his chest hair, lightly scratching him. Then, she leaned forward to kiss him. As she did so, Jake slid his hand onto her ass and gave it a resounding smack. "You're a bad girl, do you know that?" he asked. "It's not appropriate to take a guy's clothes off in public!"
Her coy look told him that she did know that, and she didn't care. She slowly slid down his body until her mouth was on his boxers. Slowly, sexily, she started licking him through his boxers until finally, unable to take it any more, Jake's dick popped out of the boxers on his own. "My, my, my," she said, pretending to be shocked, "somebody's a little eager today!" Jake only moaned in reply as she took the whole length of his cock into her mouth. She lifted her ass into the air, getting a better angle on his cock, and as she did so, her sundress bunched up at her waist, exposing her ass and pussy for all to see. Maybe she didn't notice. Or maybe she did, but didn't care, since there were still not many people on the beach. At any rate, Jake was losing control as Megan's brown, curly hair bounced up and down at his crotch, getting ready to suck him dry. With a low, guttural moan, he unleashed stream after stream of hot jizz into her mouth, and she swallowed every drop.
"Well, do you still think I'm a bad girl?" she asked, coming up for air.
"Yeah, I do, but maybe I like bad girls," he replied.
"I guess that's good," Megan said, "because I don't know if I could ever change my ways!" With that, she took Jake's dick in her hand and started stroking him, getting him hard again almost immediately.
"Why don't we whip out something from the 'bag of tricks'?" Jake asked. When he saw Megan nod, he squirmed away from her and went to their beach bag. Reaching in, he pulled out a small blindfold. "How about this?"
Seeing Megan's agreement, Jake slipped the blindfold over her eyes and laid her back onto the towel. Soon, they were at it again, with Jake teasing every inch of her body. Sometimes, he would kiss her mouth; other times, he would run his fingers up her legs; other times still, he would run his dick across her lips. Sometimes, he would rub his cock on her pussy, teasing her entrance but never actually penetrating her. Megan was getting hornier and hornier by the minute— and the beach was getting increasingly crowded, too.
"Good thing she's blindfolded," Jake thought to himself. He had always been the more exhibitionist of the couple, and she probably would have broken it off by now if she knew that more people were around, and some watching. For her part, Megan loved not knowing where the next sensation would come from, what he was doing, how he was doing it...
Jake was really into it now, teasing Megan with his hands, mouth, and cock. He even went so far as to stick his dick in, even pushing in and out a couple of times, just to get her even wetter with anticipation. But he wasn't going to fuck her, not yet. He was still building up for the main event.
To Jake, teasing his girlfriend was like an art form. It was sexual and sensual, serious and playful, all at the same time. Megan was his canvas, and he was making her come alive with his masterful strokes-- literally and figuratively. He was so into it that he was only dimly aware of the increase in background voices as more people came to the beach. But he did notice, all of a sudden, that it seemed to have gotten very quiet, very quickly. His mouth was on her breast, when he noticed. He was flitting his tongue around her nipples, just as she liked it.
He paused and moved away from her, as he usually did while teasing her. But this time he looked up, and he was in no way prepared for what he saw. The "Welcome Home, Troops!" banner was apparently quite serious, and Jake found himself surrounded by about a half-dozen Army guys in a circle around him and the blindfolded Megan. Surprise quickly turned to fear, but fear soon melted into excitement. Megan was hot and wet already, and she was blindfolded to boot. Maybe this would be the way Jake gave her a taste of group sex.
