Holiday #195

"Okay, flip," she said.

Pete obeyed, quite conscious of the way his erection flopped against his stomach. He saw her attention go to it briefly, but she was quickly back to working on his legs. He couldn't help but wonder if or how she would deal with the object of her earlier amusement.

Unsurprisingly, Amy rubbed lotion on his hips but mostly avoided his cock as she worked her way up his frontside. She did brush against the side of it briefly while covering his lower abdomen, and even that tiniest of contacts caused him to twitch involuntarily. Her lack of conversation spoke volumes.

Pete's own attention turned back to Amy as she rubbed his chest and arms. She leaned over him to do so and her breasts swayed just a scant distance above. He resisted the urge to reach up and touch her, or to even just brush her leg or hip. It was her turn to do the touching.

Amy looked down and him and smiled. "What?" He realized she must have caught him staring.

"Sorry," he said. "Just...it's a heck of a view from down here."

Amy gave him a dirty look, but clearly in fun. She leaned over him further and shook side to side.

"Like I said."

She chuckled. "Yeah, well, the view from up here ain't so bad, either."

Having covered everything else, Amy slid back down and knelt beside his hip. With dramatic effect, she squirted a large dollop of lotion into one hand, set aside the bottle, and rubbed both of her hands together.

"Definitely can't leave the old battering ram unprotected," she said.

"No ma'am."

His cock twitched again in anticipation, causing her to laugh. "Jumpy little guy, isn't he?"

"Excitable."

Amy bit her lip, still surveying his manhood. "You know, I haven't touched a guy like this before. I don't want to do anything that might be...uncomfortable."

Pete was relieved to hear her concerns. He wasn't worried about her hurting him, but rather it was nice to know she was every bit as eager and nervous as he.

"Don't worry," he said, patting her on the leg.

Amy took a breath and reached out with both hands. One hand tenderly cupped his balls while the other ran along the length of his shaft. Pete sighed and forced the rest of his body to relax. It was considerably nicer having someone else touching him for a change.

"That feels nice," he said, encouraging her.

She smiled but never took her eyes off his cock. The fingers wrapped around his scrotum massaged in the lotion and it was clear she could feel his testicles as she gently began to test their size and shape. With her other hand, Amy rubbed lotion around each side of his cock and then over the tip with her thumb.

Pete closed his eyes, focused entirely on the physical sensation. Moments later, though, Amy froze. He looked back up at her. "What?"

She gave him a neutral look. "Well, I think I got everything."

Pete felt his heart drop. With her hand wrapped around his cock, she was going to stop just like that? Then she cracked a big smile, letting him know she was messing with him.

"Unfortunately, I have way more lotion on my hands than I needed." Amy batted her eyes at him as if it was a horrible oversight on her part. "I mean, you're big and all, but... What do you think I should do with it?"

Pete felt himself flush. He could scarcely believe Amy was talking to him this way, and yet on another level it seemed perfectly in her nature. Things were definitely going to be different between them.

"Well, huh." It occurred to him he could probably suggest she rub it on her breasts and she would, but he knew they both had something else in mind. For all he knew, she'd planned all of this out, even down to what she would say at this very moment. No sense ruining it by trying to be cute. "I really don't want to get burned down there. Maybe you should just keep working it in? Little extra won't hurt."

Amy smiled. "If you think that's best."

She resumed moving her fingers, the one hand fondling his balls while with the other she began sliding up and down his shaft. Between the squishy sound and smooth effort, he realized she really had gotten far more lotion on her hands than necessary. Intentional? He suspected so.

The sensation, now that she was focused on stimulating him, was unbelievable. There was nothing she did that was any different from what he'd done to himself, but not knowing exactly what was coming next -- speed, length of stroke, pressure of touch -- made the experience far more intense. That it was being done by his best friend, and because she wanted to please him, pushed it over the top.

"Am I doing it right?" Amy couldn't be that concerned about her efforts, since Pete couldn't help but moan contentedly and thrust his hips into her hand.

"Are you sure you've never done this before?"

"Only in my imagination."

Pete knew the feeling. He'd done a great many things with Amy in his imagination; things he hoped to soon reap from his mind's fertile fields.

"Oh yeah? You've imagined this?"

Amy began stroking him just a little bit faster and with a touch more pressure. It was either beginner's luck or natural skill, because Pete could feel the orgasm building quickly.

"Many times," she said.

Pete lost himself in the rising tension and Amy seemed intent on bringing him to a climax. As his breathing grew shallow and ragged, she upped her pace yet again. Then, with the hand that had been wrapped around his balls all this time, she rubbed a slippery finger down his perineum and across his sphincter. That contact, completely unexpected and far more sensitive than he'd ever realized, was the trigger that pushed him over the top. He thrust his hips up into her hand and felt pulse after pulse throb through his cock while her hand held him firmly.

After the last pulse and several breaths later, Pete let his weight settle back down on the blanket. He looked up at Amy and found a cat who ate the canary grin on her face.

"Acceptable?"

"Oh my god... That?"

"I read that one online somewhere," she said, shrugging. "Guess it worked, huh?"

"Yeah. Wow."

Pete watched as Amy released her hand from his shaft and ran her fingers lazily through the mess he'd left all over his stomach. Her other hand, still wrapped around his balls, massaged him gently.

"That was so cool," she said, sounding every bit like his old friend. "Especially the end, there. The look on your face, the stuff shooting out. Definitely better than my imagination."

Pete chuckled. "Yeah, no argument here."

They looked at one another, hands gently touching the other, basking in the glow of their newly expressed feelings. There was still that awkward sense that comes with unfamiliarity -- what was proper to do or say next?

Amy raised up on her knees. "How about a quick dip? Cool off and, uh, rinse off."

Pete agreed and rolled up to his feet, slightly embarrassed by the mess on his stomach as it began to run down his sweat and sunscreen glistening skin. Amy took his hand and led him out until they were nearly chest deep in the refreshing water. He gave his stomach a good wipe to help clean up.

Amy wrapped her arms around Pete and pulled herself in close. "Are you happy?"

Pete blinked. "You need to ask?"

Amy shrank for a moment, but smiled. "Sorry. I'm just, well, I'm waiting for the bad news to come. I'm never this lucky."

Pete pulled her in tight and kissed her. "I've never been happier, thanks to you."

She kissed back hard and opened her mouth to Pete. He joined her and they experimented with a wide variety of kisses and licks and nibbles.

While their lips remained locked, Pete ventured a hand up to Amy's breasts and resumed the exploration he'd begun earlier with the sunscreen. The fullness of her breasts was a perfect fit in his hand. She moaned and pressed into him each time he focused his attention on her nipples, so he stuck with that.

"Use your mouth," she whispered in a ragged voice after breaking off their kiss.

Pete was more than eager to obey. He sank down in the water until his chin brushed the surface of the water. Holding a breast in one hand, he placed a gentle kiss on the top and then began to work his way down. Amy lifted her chest to meet his mouth as he continued to pepper her with light kisses in a circle around her hard nipple, just grazing it with the edge of his lips.

Amy moaned and wrapped her fingers through his hair, pulling him in closer.

Pete kissed the very tip of her nipple, teasing. When she pulled his head in harder, though, he relented and opened wide, taking it into his mouth and latching on. He ran the flat of his tongue across the nub, like licking a lollipop, only the taste...

"Ugh!" Pete recoiled, sputtering.

"What?" Amy sounded horribly disappointed, a sentiment Pete understood all too well.

"Sorry! That sunscreen. Oh my god does it taste awful!"

He felt bad for not being able to suck it up, literally and figuratively, and keep at it until her nipple was clean. The reaction had been reflexive, though, and it was too late to undo the damage. Fortunately, Amy just burst out laughing, far from offended by his brutal honesty.

She cupped his face in her hands. "Well, we certainly don't want to turn you off from sucking my nipples."

"No, definitely not." Pete looked in disappointment at the two nipples hanging just above the water -- so close and yet so far.

"Why do you think I only gave you a handjob?"

Pete looked up and met the twinkle in her eyes. "You wanted to...?"

Amy grinned. "Of course. But when you have less sunscreen on."

"Right."

Amy took his hand and pulled him up and after her as she made for shore with purpose in her stride. "C'mon. I've got some baby wipes in the bag. Then you can pick back up where you left off."

Pete appreciated her good-natured humor and candor about the situation. "I think this is exactly why the real thing is nothing like porn."

"Awkward? Clumsy? Messy? And so much more fun?"

"Yeah."

At the blanket, Amy dug out her wipes and gave both of her breasts a thorough working over. Just watching brought some life back to his cock, but his focus remained pointedly on giving her some measure of pleasure in return for the hand job. Satisfied, she tossed the wipe aside and laid down on the blanket, patting the ground beside her.

"Okay, I need a taste tester to make sure I'm all clean. Volunteers?"

Pete shook his head as he knelt beside her. "We're such dorks, you know."

"What was that movie we watched, where the woman had poisoned lipstick? Maybe an assassin could have poison applied to her nipples instead. Less likely to ingest it herself, right?"

Pete ran his fingers across her nipples, not that they needed any additional stimulation. "Should I be worried?"

"Can't speak for what's in the sunscreen, but otherwise, no."

"I wonder if there's work in that field, like a king's food taster testing for poison. The king would need someone to kiss and lick his lovers first, just to make sure they're clean."

Amy smiled. "I bet you'd like that job, huh?"

"Does sound pretty cushy."

"I'd leave your options open. But, in the meantime, why don't you start training?"

Pete leaned over and took one of Amy's hard nipples into his mouth without the teasing kisses first. He could still pick up and hint of the sunscreen and maybe a little something else from the wipe, but within a moment they were almost undetectable. He sucked and used his tongue to flick across the tip.

"Mmmm... Poison or not?"

Pete disengaged only long enough to answer. "Verdict's still out."

He returned to working over her nipple with a mixture of kissed, licking, and sucking. Amy closed her eyes and responded with little more than heavy breathing, whimpers, and sighs. Pete savored those responses and constantly tweaked his technique in trying to make them stronger.

Amy took one of his hands in hers and dragged it down to her crotch. He happily took her lead and slid his fingers across the curve of her pubic mound, smooth with sweat, sunscreen, and her soft, trimmed fuzz. Stretching further, he finally felt the slit between her legs, slick with arousal. He ran his fingers up and down the length, exploring the folds of her labia.

"Mmmm...yes..." Amy spread her legs wider at his touch and removed her hand from his, allowing him to do as he wished. She, meanwhile, reached out and teased her fingertips along the underside of his engorged cock.

Pete, still uncertain what to do in the unfamiliar territory, gently pressed his middle finger along her slit until it sank deeper and ultimately inside Amy's pussy. She was gloriously wet, slippery, and tight. He wondered at how accommodating she would be of his cock if and when they reached that point. Responding to her thrusting hips, he slid his finger in and out several times. He vaguely recalled something about hooking his finger to stimulate her g-spot and gave it a try. He couldn't tell any difference between one spot inside her and another, but she didn't appear to be bothered by his change in approach.

Needing to shift his weight, Pete relinquished his lip lock on Amy's nipple and laid beside her. She was more than eager to resume kissing with a healthy dose of tongue while he continued to finger her pussy. He could feel her hand wrap around his cock, though she seemed more inclined just to hold on than in stimulating him.

"Little higher," Amy whispered.

Before Pete could worry about how to interpret that, she placed her hand over the one he had buried inside her and pulled it up and out. She directed his fingers to a spot just above her slit -- her clit, he presumed -- and guided him in rubbing along and around that little area. Once he got into the rhythm, she let go of his hand, her head rolled back, and she began moaning openly. Watching her response to his touch washed away his concerns about being up to the task of bringing her pleasure commensurate with what she'd given him.

For several minutes, making slight adjustments in his technique and pace in response to her body language, Pete found the sweet spot. Amy, half talking and half gasping, urged "more, more." She rode his fingers to an all-encompassing orgasm, gasping when it hit and clamping down on his hand with both her hands and her legs. He got the impression that she couldn't handle any additional stimulation, so he just left his hand locked in her grasp and watched in adulation the changing expressions on her face.

Amy's body finally relaxed and Pete ran his released hand gently up her sweat-soaked tummy and across her breasts. She turned to him and gave him a long kiss.

"You don't suck," she said.

"Gee, thanks," he said, kissing her again.

"So worth the wait."

"Let's hope the next wait isn't so long."

Amy rolled onto her side, pressing her breasts into him while throwing a leg over his. She gave his cock, pinned between them, a playful squeeze. "What, impatient already?"

Pete responded by giving her butt a gentle swat. "If you were in my position, with this gorgeous, wonderful girl in my arms, you would be too."

Amy kissed him. "Watch it, mister. Talk like that might get you laid."

He looked her in the eye and said, "Threaten me like that, missy?"

Amy wagged her eyebrows at him, then pushed him back slightly. "Hand me my phone, will ya?"

Pete groaned, but rolled over and reached into her bag, fumbling around until he found her phone. He rolled back into her arms and handed it to her but she wouldn't take it.

"You have longer arms," she said. "You take our picture."

Pete thumbed to selfie mode and held the phone above them to get their faces together in the picture. It was too bright to tell if it was any good, but they were at least centered. They took several, smiling and laughing and then kissing.

"Hold it further back," she said. "Can you get our bodies into the pic?"

Pete gave her a look. "You want nude selfies?"

"I want to remember this day forever," she said. "And we're hiding all the good bits by laying like this."

Pete conceded the point and reached out as far as he could and tilted the camera down. The camera was able to capture from the top of their heads down to their hips -- plenty enough to prove they were both naked while pressing together face to face.

"Good?" He showed her the picture.

"I like." She gave him a kiss and then rolled onto her back. "How about another?"

Pete realized they would both be fully exposed to the camera. He was a little nervous about that, especially given that he was still quite erect, but he liked the idea that Amy would have the picture. He trusted her enough to know that it wouldn't go beyond the two of them. He lined up the picture and took several -- including the last in which she reached out and took his cock.

"You're distracting the photographer," he said.

"Is that a problem?" Amy waved for him to hand over the phone with her free hand. She held it near his cock which she posed in an upright manner for the camera and took at least a couple pictures.

"Really?" He was more amused by this point than self-conscious.

"In case I need to file a police report for missing property."

Pete sat up and groaned even as Amy retreated, laughing. "Your property now, huh?"

"Uh huh. No one else better touch it. Well, except for you, when I allow it." There was an evil glint in her eye when she said it that both gave Pete a thrill and set off alarm bells.

Pete lunged at Amy and snatched her phone back away, though he didn't get the sense she was putting up much of a fight. She just rolled away onto her back while he knelt above her. He lined up a photo that captured her entire body in a rather flattering manner -- laying back while propped up on her elbows, legs tastefully closed.

"I should be using my own phone for these," he said as he captured several images of his girl.

"I'd ask if you needed it for personal gratification later, but I'm hoping you won't have enough left after I'm done with you."

Pete still marveled at how comfortably Amy had integrated an openness to sexuality to her playful and taunting personality. However she'd managed it, he appreciated the way it took the edge off his own nerves. Even better, it sounded like she was far from being done with their playing with one another.

"Well, you can't be with me twenty-four seven," he said, snapping another as she twisted onto her hips to give him a profile shot of her breasts.

"Maybe if you ask nicely, I'll share," she said. "Or even send you some new ones."

"Smut peddler!"

"And you're, what, a connoisseur, I suppose?"

Pete gave her a wink and then glanced at her crotch, still hidden away between closed legs. "I clearly have excellent taste."

Amy clearly picked up on his subtle glance. She laid back and began to spread her legs. Just as her pussy began to come into view, though, she reached down and blocked the view with a fully extended middle finger. He took a picture anyway.

"Spoilsport."

She blew a raspberry at him. "A connoisseur prefers tasteful."

"Most of the time."

He set her camera aside and knelt in between her legs. As he leaned forward, her hands retreated and wrapped around his shoulders. He kissed his way up from her belly button to her breasts, lavishing each with loving attention, and then worked his way up her neck until finally meeting her waiting lips. At that point, even while holding himself above her with an extended arm, he could feel his cock as it brushed along the short fuzz on her pubis.

"I'm all yours, Sneaky Pete," she said between kisses, her voice softening.

Pete was more than ready to take her, but that nagging little worry about pregnancy threatened to steal his mojo. The last thing he'd thought to bring on their excursion had been condoms.

"I didn't, uh, bring..."

"Blast shield?"