A red string bikini—emphasis on string—clung to her as if its tiny life depended on it. From head to toe, she was the most stunning creature I'd ever seen, with long legs that I desperately wanted wrapped around my waist. And perfectly round breasts that I'd felt, but hadn't seen or tasted—yet. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric, round and hard, probably from the cold, but maybe from desire. A flat stomach and curved hips. I wanted to run my tongue across every inch of her flesh, then part her thighs and explore her from the inside.
She raised her eyes just in time to see the effect her choice of swimwear had on me.
I met her eyes, unashamed of my arousal. It wasn't just her body that gave me these cravings. Knowing the kind of person she was on the inside made her outer beauty all the more sensational.
She took my hand and stepped into the tub. I followed her, pressing my chest against her back and wrapping my hands around her stomach.
Pulling her unto my lap, I traced a line down her neck with my tongue as my hands began to massage her thighs.
Perhaps unconsciously, she let her knees fall open, allowing access to her center. My massages moved higher, brushing my hands against her pussy, teasing her clit through her bathing suit. I continued the massage with one hand as my other hand moved up her body, cupping her breast and teasing her hard nipples. "You are magnificent."
She moaned, leaning into me, rubbing herself against my hand. Taking that as an invitation, I pushed her bathing suit bottom to the side and slipped my finger along the swollen lips of her pussy.
She grabbed my forearms, digging her nails into me.
My finger slid deeper into her, into her center. Her muscles gripped my finger, and I imagined my cock in that tight, warm spot. She was so small that I'd have to ease into her gently. With my thumb I rubbed against her clit while pushing my finger all the way into her and stroking the pleasure spot deep within. She bucked against my hand, clawing at my arms and moaning.
I could have fucked her then and there, but I knew I had to take it slow. I couldn't break any of her rules.
Slowly I stroked, teasing and building up to the release I knew she needed and wanted.
Before we could reach that climax, she pushed off me, pulling my hands off of her and faced me from a few feet away.
"That was… I can't even tell you how amazing that was, but I need to slow down. It's too much, too soon."
My cock ached with need, but I nodded. "Of course. I promised we'd stop whenever you needed to, though I must say you have more self-control than I do."
She looked down at my shorts and smiled. "I have an idea. What if… " She turned scarlet red, but kept talking. "What if we, um, you know, pleasured ourselves, here in the Jacuzzi, in front of each other. No touching, just looking."
I'd never been so turned on in all of my life.
Without a word, I pulled my cock out of my shorts and stroked myself, looking her square in the eyes.
Her lips formed an 'O' but no sound came out. I almost laughed, but I was waiting for her to reciprocate.
She reached behind and untied her bathing suit top. With deliberate movement, she pulled one strap down, then the other, holding the small triangles of fabric to her chest. With a teasing smile, she pulled the bathing suit away, revealing her perfect breasts and rose-colored nipples. I had to force myself to stay still, to not reach over there and tease her with my tongue and teeth.
With one hand she massaged her tits, stroking and pulling at her nipples. I memorized her movements, her speed, the amount of pressure she used, so I could give her the satisfaction she craved when I finally got permission to lavish her with my attention.
With her other hand she slipped off her bathing suit bottoms, and my hand stilled at the site of her naked, the lights and water playing over her skin.
She sat on the seat and spread her legs. Through the water I could see everything. The way her pink skin flowered out to reveal the one place I wanted to bury myself in so bad.
When she fingered herself while rubbing against her clit, I stroked my cock harder, faster, imagining us together, fucking. Making love.
Never had being with a girl felt so sensual, even though I couldn't actually be with her. I wondered if I could really leave this—leave her—when it was time to ride back to my old life. With her, I felt born again, like anything was possible and my life had just begun. Was this what poets called love?
My mind narrowed in, losing its words, as her body trembled with impending climax.
A coil of tension built at the center of my body, tightening with each stroke of my hand. A pressure to let go and give into the need that burned through me.
When the pressure reached its apex, ecstasy filled me, flooding my body with fire and ice.