Laying on my soft purple towel, the sun burning balanced with a soft breeze lightly dancing on my skin. My eyes closed, breathing in the sweet scent of the river not five feet away from me. I can hear her breathing it in too, laying next to me on her blue beach towel. Our fingers a mere inch apart and the air tingling between them.
My bikini feels smothering, too many clothes for this heat. She sighs, a deep contented sound, it's so quiet. Not a person around except her and I. The calming ripples of the river and the quiet ruffle of leaves is all that breaks the silence.
My fingers edge towards hers. I can feel the electricity building.
I take a quick peek, her black halter top is barely covering her breasts and my breath quickens at the sight. Smooth stomach leading down to her black bikini briefs, I close my eyes and try to still my breathing.
'You ok?' She asks.
'Mmmmhmmm' I reply, struggling to respond calmly. Struggling not to squirm.
All I can think about is my hands sliding...
I roll onto my front to hide my needs, and as I do my fingers brush against hers. I hear a small intake of breath as they touch, and try not to respond. This is supposed to be a chill day sunbathing at the lake and the tension is making my head swim with thoughts.
'Did you apply sunblock to your back?' She asks quietly.
Her question breaks my train of thought and I fumble on the words
'Partly, I, erm, couldn't reach it all.' Is all I can manage.
I see her shadow moving and the sound of rummaging in the picnic basket. The click of the sunblock lid and a sudden cold wet feeling on my back. I hold my breath, anticipating her touch on my skin. Knees touching my side already sending waves of intense wanting thru me. My nipples are hard and throbbing and my mind is fighting hard to keep control.
By the time her fingers touch the sunblock on my back I'm already breathing hard and shallow. Her hands send ripples of sweet lightning bolts down to my clit, and I unconsciously moan as she circles my spine.
The quick click of my bikini top being undone and the tingle of her hands gliding up to my shoulders, make me putty under her touch. It's so soft and gentle and I'm longing to have her explore else where.
Rubbing tantalisingly slow for what feels like forever, the wetness pooling in my shorts is becoming hard to disguise. I let out a low moan as her hands move down, sliding the cream under my shorts slightly, my body betrays me. My hips arching up to meet fingers and another tortured moan escapes my lips.
Her hand moves away and for a second I think I've disappointed, but she leans back, drinking me in.