Bikinis Are Dangerous Ch. 04

I threw a tip at the driver as he pulled up in front of our hotel and we walked rapidly inside and across the lobby. We had pulled on shorts but not a t-shirt and the admiring glances were also intermixed with disapproving stares as we hurried to the bank of elevators and pushed the buttons. The elevator man's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he greeted us and asked what floor. Exchanging heated glances we could at least hold hands on the way up to our rooms. The damn key card in the lock didn't turn the light immediately green and I pushed it in twice more before my amused girl took it from my nearly shaking hand to turn it around and open the door on the first try.

The door was barely slammed before I pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately. Fumbling we soon had our tops ripped off, our sunglasses thrown over shoulders. Peeling off our shorts, we took the bikini's off at the same time and kicked off our sandals. Racing naked through our suite of rooms I couldn't help but admire the way my girls orbs and globes bobbed, I hurried to catch up and catch her in my arms. As her chest heaved against mine I kissed her deeply and passionately, showing her exactly how much I wanted her, desired her. We barely made it into the luxurious shower, and washing, that was a new agony. A torment I have to heartily endorse to anyone who understands the beauty of foreplay. Delicious soap suds from hair hastily washed streaming down tanned and toned bodies, water droplets that ached to have a tongue following them. Yes, I was in agony, torment, but it was such a delight to have this body against mine in the shower, I didn't mind and I eagerly anticipated what we both knew would follow.

Carefully I dried her delicious little body, the one that had tormented me in its Tanga and out of it. The woman who had pointed out glorious bodies all day long and as if I didn't know, had become as aroused as I at the feast before our eyes. As she dried my body just as carefully, prolonging this 'accidental' on purpose foreplay, I could see how big the pupils in her dark eyes had become, they were totally dilated. Now I want to say that last drink had affected her but I instinctively knew she was in a high state of arousal and who was I to deny her. As we kissed again passionately, I began to maneuver her back into the bedroom and to our Olympic sized king bed.

Lowering her gently to the bed I began an agonizingly slow dance that only she and I knew the steps to. After being together for years, we both knew the steps, and while sometimes the rhythm was fast and furious we both telepathically decided that this time it was going to go slow, the band was going to play things, agonizingly slow. Caressing along her delicious body I thought of how it had tantalized me all day, how she had looked, how much I had wanted her on the beach all day long. The sight of all those naked bodies, while beautiful, the few that had worn bikini's had tantalized, had enticed, and had aroused. Apparently she felt the same way though as she held me just as tenderly, as sweetly, as she whispered sweet nothings in my ear and rolled us both over so she could molest my willing body. I didn't mind, I couldn't wait to feel her hands, her lips, her tongue all over.

As she leaned down for a kiss I held her body close with my hands and caressed down her long back. Those orbs were finally in my hands cupping her lower half close as I squeezed, massaged, and prodded them. A moan was one of the many rewards I received for my efforts. Her kiss brought her tongue into play and I enjoyed the feel of it in my mouth as I maneuvered it to suck deeply upon it. The moan that I got from that move had my crotch arching towards her as she rubbed ours together. The gasp torn from my lips told her she was doing something right and she smiled as she kissed, licked, and nibbled her way across my jaw to my ear and gently took the lobe in her mouth to suck and nibble on. My hands traveled up her back to caress, to fondle, to lightly scratch so she would arch against my heated body. I returned to those delicious orbs and squeezed appreciatively. Their lushness filled my hands and they had looked so enticingly, all day long. She inched a hand between our glued bodies and grasped my breast, palming it and then squeezing and massaging it. The erect nipple demanded attention and she pulled it lightly before tweaking it. My moan was her reward. She kissed her way down my neck, stopping to lave attention on the hollow by my collar bone. Her tongue felt like it was on fire as it worked its way south to my nipple where she took first one and then the other in her mouth and sucked and nibbled on them before tonguing them ferociously. My hands could no longer reach her delicious little ass and I caressed her shoulders, her neck, and her nape my fingertips lightly teased. Only one hand was necessary for this, the other went through her dark wet hair, encouraging her to continue what she was so expertly doing.

Her fingers, hands, and body weren't quiet either. They made music as she moved against me, her legs rubbing mine, her body rubbing and writhing lightly against me. She had never been a passive partner and her fingers moved from my breasts to my belly to caress there for a while before moving slowly, patiently, south to the V where my legs parted instantly for her welcome invasion. At the first touch of my pussy though I thought I was going to come off the bed and cum right then. Apparently I had been aroused for hours and this slow motion love affair was going to be my undoing. She expertly played with my clit and felt for the wetness we both knew was awaiting her. A low chuckle in her throat told us both I was gushing.

I couldn't wait to take turn today. I had to know, I had to taste, to feel, to DO. She was smaller than I and when I pried her lips off my nipples I pried her hand from my pussy and I turned so she would still be on top of me but we were soon in a classic 69 position. She chuckled in appreciation. Slow was nice, but mutual satisfaction was nicer. At the first taste though I knew I wasn't the only one gushing from their arousal. I brought my fingers into play. One hand grabbing for her luscious ass to hold her in place, the other delving first into her pussy to bring out more of the wetness for my eager tongue before spreading her for my mouth. Rimming her I licked my way inside and scooped up every drop I could find before probing deeply with my tongue. She groaned aloud from what I was doing to her delicious little crotch.

She hadn't been idle as she was faced with my crotch, the thrusting inside and petting of my G spot hadn't gone unnoticed or unappreciated. I grunted with satisfaction as she pushed one, then two, and then a third inside of me to give me that fullness. Her pinkie rubbed along the slit and rubbed at my rose bud as her mouth captured my lips in a kiss that only another woman can give you. Only another woman can understand how another woman will enjoy, will feel, and will fall apart over things like this. I was falling apart. When she hit my clit again I was moaning against hers and the harmonics together were driving us insane.

Greedily we slurped, and licked, and probed to a high that only we could achieve together. I knew her perfectly well, she knew me equally as much and we knew all the buttons to push as we drove each other up that mountain and jumped off the cliff together. I didn't realize she had come at the same time as I dealt with the convulsions she had caused in my body but apparently one part of my mind had continued to pleasure her to an equally outrageous orgasm. As I lay there panting, soothing her ravished pussy with my mouth and tongue and sucking up all of her juices joyfully I thought about our adventures and realized how lucky we were to of found each other, how wonderful this truly was. What a great invention the bikini really was, dangerous, but it had led me to this beautiful woman I was enraptured with.

~The End~ K'Anne ;-P