Reflect, Lick, Penetrate
A beachside vacation leads to a memorable sapphic encounter…
Her skin felt warm against my arm, her body-heat rising as the two of us lay there on our backs, looking up at the mirrored ceiling, naked except for our bikini bottoms. A soft ocean breeze ruffled the thin white drapes, and a seagull cried outside.
She was pretty, with alabaster skin and pert breasts. Her hand rested upon my thigh, soft and undemanding. There had been nothing else yet, no kiss, no caress, no other expression of our ardour, yet I could already smell the aroma of our combined arousal permeating the air.
I had not expected to find myself here, now, beside this bewitching vixen. Had not imagined that a chance conversation with this fellow beach-goer would lead to her returning with me to my room, knowing but never speaking out loud of the physical attraction that was pulling us like magnets.
I felt her hand slide down to cup my mound, tentatively. I responded by reaching my hand over to the same spot between her own legs. Mirroring each other, we slowly massaged and rubbed, then she slid her hand inside my bikini bottoms and stroked my wet slit with expert fingers. I copied her actions, feeling the hot slick of her cunt beneath the white lycra.
