Skinny Dipping With My Co-Worker

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We had been in St. Pete’s Beach for two days already, and I was going crazy. You were stunning. You had a great body, a brilliant mind, and I am still not sure if you are aware how great and brilliant you are. Every afternoon, when the sessions were done, we would meet up on the beach with the rest of the group and make plans for the evening, and every afternoon, you were there in your bikini. You would go for a run, then take a quick dip, and maybe lay out until dinnertime. You were in such great shape. I had had a secret professional crush on you for a couple of years, and now you were lying out next to me every afternoon for a week. For the first few days, when we broke to go get ready for dinner, I would get to my room and immediately drop my swim shorts. Laying back on the bed in my room, I’d jack off hard and fast then take a quick shower to calm myself . Then, for the evening and late into the night, we would take advantage of our surroundings. W would eat great food, drink great drinks, sit out on patios, and listen to music. I learned of your love of music, and it only made me want you more. You sang along, and I realized you had a great voice too. After a couple of nights out, a couple more drinks than I should have had, and being completely smitten, I started to flirt. Lightly at first, but getting a little more obvious with every drink I finished. I still don’t think you ever noticed. You were married, I was engaged, but we were in a sandy paradise, and I couldn’t have possibly wanted you more. We were joking around, you were having as much fun as I was, and then you said it. Words I had imagined every evening before dinner had finally escaped your mouth. I wasn’t sure whether you meant it or not, but I was responding before you finished asking me, “Do you want to go skinny dipping?” “Yes!” The next bahis siteleri few minutes were a blur. Before I knew what was happening, we were sneaking down the beach to a dark enough spot where we wouldn’t get caught. Before I could undo my belt, you were half naked. By the time my shirt came over my head, I was staring at your naked back and delicious ass running into the water. I was throbbing I was so hard, but luckily the cool ocean water brought me back down to size. As I caught up with you in the water, I saw your tits, and they were just as I had imagined. They were firm, your nipples were a perfect size, and it was all I could do not to grab you and suck on them. Before I even had the chance to get close enough to touch you, you were running back to the beach. By the time I caught up this time, you already had your thong back on. I was lucky enough to learn you wore thongs, so that was something I could confirm from my daily jack off sessions, but I didn’t even get a glimpse of your pussy, so whether you shaved or trimmed remained a mystery. I was slow to get dressed, but you were fully covered before I was, and I could not have been more disappointed. Finally seeing you naked was mind blowing to me, and just like that, it was over. We went back to the bar, ordered another round, and gazed knowingly at each other until our drinks were gone. Then it was time to go to our rooms. You were sharing a room, so I didn’t have much of a shot at getting you to come back to mine with me. Before I knew it, you were at your floor, and that was that. As soon as I got inside my room, I was naked and throbbing again. Imagining my hand was yours, I came almost as soon as I got my hand around my cock. Hungry from the night’s festivities and a long day, I decided to order pizza. I thought about inviting you down, but canlı bahis siteleri thought better of it. After all, you were married, I was engaged, and there was no way I could be alone with you again without making a fool out of myself or possibly offending you by throwing myself at you. I decided to shower while I waited for the food to arrive. As I got out, I saw your text thanking me for an inspiring experience. With that text, and being completely naked and perfectly clean, I used both hands and came again, for the second time that night, and the fourth time that day, and then got dressed. After my meal, naked in bed, I drifted off thinking of you and dreamt of what could have been… As I got out of the shower, I saw your text. Still under the influence of the alcohol from earlier, reeling from being naked so close to you, and still remarkably turned on, I texted back that I was sad it ended so soon, and that I had food on the way if you were awake and hungry. Expecting nothing in return, I threw on boxers and a button down shirt and waited for the food. It arrived, I signed for it, and then sat down on the spare bed to feast, still playing the image in my head of your bare ass running into the ocean. I was slowly rubbing myself outside my boxers when I heard a knock at the door. At first, I ignored it, but it happened again, so I stood up, walked to the door, and peered through the peephole. Holy shit, it was you! You asked what was for dinner, and I showed you to the bed where the food was laid out. You had obviously showered and changed too. You were in a tank top and running shorts, and I couldn’t quite tell, but it appeared you were braless. I kept stealing glances while you ate, and I was wracking my brain for a way to segue into getting what I wanted, to taste you and fuck you, right then and canlı bahis there. As it turned out, you had something similar in mind, and while I was blissfully unaware, you had noticed the tent in my boxers and were quite flattered. Taking me out of my daydream, you broke the silence I was ignoring when you asked, “Is that for me?” Without noticing, the head of my now aching cock had slipped out of the leg opening on the left side of my boxers. I looked down at it, it pulsed, and then I looked back up at you, speechless. Before I could respond, or move, or really think, you were on the move, sitting next to me. You reached down, gripped it firmly, and then leaned in close enough to kiss me, but stopped short. Your eyes were the sexiest I had ever seen, your grip remained firm and tight, but you were waiting for me to do something. This was more than I could have ever imagined, and I was finally ready to react. My right hand went to the side of your face and I leaned in and kissed you, long and deep. Our mouths open, our tongues intertwined, all of my longing, finally in motion. My left hand went to the small of your back, and I pulled you closer. I rolled onto my back, pulling you with me until you were on top of me. You instinctively straddled my waist, grinding into my cock, and I broke our kiss to pull your tank top up and over your head. You were indeed braless and, without wasting any time, my mouth locked itself onto your nipple. First your left, then your right. I was sucking and nibbling and biting and loving the reaction I was eliciting from you, completely living in the moment. This was a moment I had imagined so many times but never thought would actually happen. You were still grinding into me. My hands went to your hips to position you onto my dick the best I could. Your hands were clawing at my chest, and my hands were clawing at your hips, and in the passion that ensued, I could tell there were no panties beneath your running shorts. Knowing this could end at any moment and not wanting it to ever end, I decided to take charge.

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