“Keep that one on. We're already dressed. Plus, it'll be nice to watch you adjust it all day.” Jess sticks out her tongue, but you can tell by the sparkle in her eye that she's just as excited as you.
You hide the ring as Jess goes back into the bathroom to grab your two beach towels. Safely secured under the matress (your side), you're still hesitant to leave, though the security features seem pretty hefty on the resort, and no one had posted any warnings in the reviews that you'd read.
Jess reappears with the beach towel wrapped around her.
“What's with the towel?” you ask teasingly. Jess glares back at you mockingly.
“Well, it's cold in here; my nipples are trying to pull the damn bikini off. I'm just going to keep it on until the nice warm sun gets me ready.” You barely realize what you're saying but you say it with a smile.
“Can I see your tits?” Jess looks shocked, but laughs.
“It's a sign of the strength of our love that I don't knock you cold, you pervert,” she says. “But yeah, here.” She pulls open the towel and reveals her pert titties, covered in gooseflesh and rock-hard nipples jutting out of the thin bikini fabric. You smile at her.
“Thanks. Sorry you're so cold.” Jess shakes her head.
“No you're not. You like getting my nipples hard. But I wanna go to the beach. Let's move.” You nod, and pull on your sandals. You both walk together, your arm around your girlfriend, and find your way through the lobby to the beach.
As you both step out into the beach, you smell the salt water, and feel both the cool sea breeze and warm sun hit you at once. It dawns on you both that you are in fact on vacation, away from the stresses of life and work, and you both let loose a magnificent sigh at the same time. Jess loops her arms in yours and you both walk slowly towards the water. You drop your towels on the beach, and you take great care in watching Jess bend over to make sure that her towel is straightened. Her tits have warmed up, but you can still see faint protrusions that mark her nipples. Jess stands up, tossing her hair behind her, and she looks in that moment like a supermodel. You sigh and she looks at you.
“Enjoying the view.” You nod.
“The water's quite nice,” you say airily. Jess laughs then grabs you.
“Nice try, . Let's get our feet wet.” She pulls you to the ocean, and the water is warm. Not bathwater or anything, but warmer than you realized it would be. Jess hums happily as she walks beside you, content to watch the waves and listen. You realize that it IS a soothing sound. You walk for quite a while, absorbing the sound, the sight, and even the scent of the ocean. As you turn back towards your towels, you realize that the sun has climbed; it's probably almost time for lunch.
“Do you want to grab something to eat?” you ask softly. Jess looks up at you, then looks into your eyes. You're ready for the kiss, but it's really unlike any other Jess has given you. It's tender, but still passionate. She's putting a lot into the kiss and you respond with equal passion. You feel your hands crawl up her back as you stroke her shoulders, ignoring the bikini straps as you kiss her in the surf. When you finally pull away from each other, she kisses you again, softly, then lays her head on your shoulder.
“This is a dream come true, . Thanks.” You hug her close and feel her hand drop down to your waistband. “And I'd love something to eat. I already know what I'm having for dessert.” She lightly brushes her cock with your hand. She looks up at you and smiles. “I love you, .” |