Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

I must confess, I am not an ocean woman. I like to see where my feet are, know the distance to the bottom and feel sure that nothing is going to nibble my toes. So, very soon, I suggested we move to the giant hotel pool.

Greg was pretty agreeable. We carried our floats and walked over to the paved area. Ah, clear blue water, cool and not too deep. We jumped into the deep end and lingered there, kissing and discreetly touching under the water. I cupped his hard cock, my fingers searching for his full balls, massaging them.

We ordered drinks, and climbed from the pool, lounging in the sun. Greg applied lotion to my exposed skin, lingering longer than I thought necessary. His fingers slowly massaged my skin, the drink affecting my mind. Greg knows me so well.

Many days, he has come home from work to find me sunning in the backyard, and I attack him as soon as I see him.

There is something about the bright sun and being naked or nearly so, it makes me crave sex. The longer we sat in the lounge chairs, the longer I sipped my drink and let Greg lotion me, the more my desire grew. I was nearly moaning with longing. Greg kept ordering drinks, innocent pink drinks, with tiny umbrellas.

Sweet drinks that went straight to my center and made me ache. My legs fell open as Greg massaged my thighs. I concentrated on his hand, willing him to touch me THERE, right THERE, right on the aching center. But now it was his turn to tease and make me wait. He was perfectly well-behaved, ignoring the little moans I made.

The sun began setting. It was spectacular, seeming to sink slowly into the water, to be extinguished by the waves. The colors were glorious.

We cuddled on the chaise, watching, kissing, sipping our innocent drinks. As the dusk gathered, Greg helped me from the chair. He carried both our floats and held me upright, guiding me to our room. Once there, he went to the bathroom, filling the tub with softly scented water, assisting me into it.

He rolled up a towel behind my head, encouraging me to lean back and relax. He lit candles, moving about the room, busily making it a romantic haven. He left me to soak and I could hear him in the bedroom.

I was nearly asleep when he came back to me. He knelt beside the bath and soaped up a cloth, washing me lovingly.

I must admit, I was in a state of arousal that was beyond anything I had ever experienced. The sun, the drinks, Greg himself, all incited my passion.

When I entered the bedroom, I was delighted. Candles flickered everywhere. The curtains were open, the breeze filling the room. He had turned back to the bed, the sheets glowing in the dim light.

As I approached the bed, I looked out the window and stopped, amazed. Our floats were out on the balcony. They were side by side and made up like a bed, with crisp sheets and pillows stacked enticingly. The coverlet was draped over the iron railing, making our balcony a cozy little love nest, hidden from the beach strollers.

I stepped into a sheer black teddy, snapping between my legs, pulling up the tiny straps. I walked outside, stepping carefully over the floats, to the balcony railing.

Being on the third floor, we seemed almost beach level. I could easily see the people playing volleyball, nearly smelling the dinners being made over small fires. I looked up. The balconies on the fourth floor looked directly down on ours. Greg had placed candles on the table, lighting our balcony, illuminating our “bed”.

He stepped up behind me. Lifting my hair, he began kissing my neck, his soft lips moving up and down that tender skin, making goosebumps on my arms and shoulders. His hands slipped under the straps, pulling them off my shoulders, down my arms. My nipples hardened with excitement.

I could easily see the people on the beach, so they must be able to see me! I also knew that anyone on the floors above us could step out and glance down and watch the seduction taking place. I loved it!

The railing reached the top of my breasts. I stood very still as Greg lowered the teddy to my waist, his hands reaching around me, cupping and teasing my flesh. He pinched my nipples, pulling them, making them ache with need.

His hands moved down my belly, feeling my smooth skin, circling. His mouth moved down my spine, kissing and licking me. The cool breeze made the moisture dry nearly immediately.

Occasionally, he would nip, a tiny bite that made me cry out his name. He chuckled and continued his path, making my hips sway with desire. He was kissing my ass, his tongue sliding over the sheer fabric, pushing it into me.

I felt his fingers between my legs, sliding up my inner thighs. I spread my legs for him, sure he could smell my excitement. I felt him touch my mound, then heard the snaps popping open. His fingertips combed my curlies, sliding through them, searching. Then he found it.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The wet, swollen slit he sought. His finger slid along the length of it, moving deeper with each stroke. He barely touched my clit, yet I jumped from the contact. I stood there, my lover behind me, making love to me, while watching the people on the beach enjoying a summer night. He pulled the teddy up, around my waist, joining the other fabric.

I was naked except for the strip of gossamer black cloth around my waist. Now his mouth began feasting on me. He kissed my asscheeks, licking his way up and down and around them.

He separated the flesh and slid his tongue along the valley he found there. He lingered on my tiny rosebud, circling and plunging as much as possible, knowing I love this type of play.

Then he pushed my legs further apart, moving his face between my legs, seeking my slit with his tongue. He probed me, sliding up to my clit, licking and sucking on it, making me nearly weak with pleasure. He pushed his tongue into my pussy, fucking me with an intense rhythm, making me push my hips against his face, wanting to bury him in my wet pinkness.

I leaned my arms on the railing, holding myself up as he made love to me. I looked up and saw our neighbors, happily watching from above, taking in the scene and enjoying it immensely.

Knowing they were watching, I began to massage my aching breasts, pulling the nipples, pinching them, enjoying the light pain I was creating.

My hips were moving frantically. I pushed back repeatedly against his searching tongue, I needed to feel him deep inside me, I needed to be fucked now.

Greg pulled me down, making sure I was comfortable on the float. He positioned a pillow beneath my ass, raising my swollen pussy higher, opening me further. If he knew we were being watched, he didn’t acknowledge it. He knelt between my legs, and buried his face inside me again.

He shook his head, he dove and plunged, making small whirring noises with his tongue as he ravaged me. I reached up and moved the quilt, pushing it aside, exposing us from the waist up.

I wasn’t sure that anyone was looking up from the beach, but it thrilled me to think they would. I could look up and see the couple above us, totally involved in our little show, touching each other as they watched us.

Greg continued to lick me, knowing I was close. My legs were locking, my moans were growing louder, and my hips were thrusting against his face hard and fast.

He held on, wanting to be sucking my clit when I came. I held his head, grabbed his hair and let the feeling sweep through me, coming hard, screaming with joy and satisfaction.