ban-one
Works for panties
Disclaimer reminder: The girl in this tale (‘Breanne’/’Brea’) is only related to me by a piece of paper, the marriage licence from her ****** (who fathered ‘Brea’ with the wife he is divorced from) marrying my ******, who is not Breanne’s biological ******. No ****** occurs in this tale, all sexual participants are atleast 18, and beyond that, this is only my fantasy about her. None of the following events occurred outside my imagination. (Click here for Part 5.)
The next day, the whole ****** spent the day in and around the lake, and to begin with, Brea and I were out there with them to keep up appearances. We had mostly innocent fun splashing about and diving into the lake from the floating island dock, but also had a few not so innocent encounters underwater sharing quick kisses, gropes, and fondlings of the other, as well as tugs on the other’s swim suit in playful effort to disrobe the other. After the fun in the lake, Brea led me to the shore and helped me start a sand castle, building it up to a certain, well-thought-out height on her part, before leaving me to add the finishing touches and fiddlings as she laid out in a lounge chair to work on her tan. Brea had thought out the castle’s height well, because as I continued work on it, my gaze level with the castle was also level with her laid out in the chair in her sexy swim wear. With my gaze ostensibly up to work on the sand castle, my true gaze hidden by my sunglasses, I watched Brea work on her tan. I examined every inch of her glorious tan body laid out before me. Both her front, her occasionally glancing over at me to make sure I was looking at her by giving me a light enticing smile, making me smile and her smile to grow knowing I was looking at her, and her back as she rolled over to tan her back, but with her head turned toward me, smiling at me smiling at her.
After the day in and around the lake, and sandy and silty from the lake and shore, while everyone else was still having fun in and around the lake, with the light starting to fade and the growing shadows ending her tanning session, Brea came to me and said, “I’m gonna take a shower to get all the sand and silt off. You wanna join me,” she asked with an enticing smile. “Sure,” I replied with a smile, she smiled, took me by the hand, and lead me to her cabin. In her bedroom’s bathroom with separate stall shower with glass sliding doors and whirlpool, both plenty big enough for two, we disrobed the other, and showered together, cleaning off the sand and silt and getting wet, causing Brea’s long hair to stick to her skin. Cleaned off, our minds turned to other things as we started making out, Brea’s arms around my shoulders and mine around her lower back, holding each other close, my manhood pressed between us starting to grow. Brea broke our kiss to look at me with a smile, opened the door, grabbed two folded, thick hotel towels, placed them on the shower’s floor, closed the door, and knelt on the towels to pad her knees with the water falling onto my dick and running over my sack. Brea looked up at me with a smile as she took my growing cock in both hands, and vigorously stroked me, twisting her hands back and forth, and rubbing her hand over the head. Brea stroked my cock, making her smile grow as I grew in her hands and to her face, until I was good and hard, fully erect. She pulled me closer to her, taking the tip of my dick from the falling water to start sucking and licking the head as she kept stroking the shaft, twisting her hands back and forth, as the water added lubrication and ran over my sack. I put my hands on Brea’s head and threaded my fingers through her wet hair, but I let her do what she wanted. She kept licking and sucking the head of my cock, and stroking the shaft with her twisting hands as the water added lubrication and ran over my balls, until she felt my dick jerk in her hands and she slowed to lightly stroke me and lightly suck and lick me, allowing me to calm down some. After a few moments, Brea tightened her grip, and stroked me harder and faster as she sucked harder and licked more. But after several strokes, she started pushing her head toward me, following her stroking hands, dragging me between her teeth, as she slowly took more and more of me into her mouth. Brea eventually took enough of me into her mouth to displace one hand that moved to massage my sack along with the flowing water, and kept stroking me with the other until she took me to the back of her throat, making me groan as I tightened my grip in her hair. Brea smiled around my cock in her mouth, pulled her head back slightly, and pushed back into me, again pressing me against the back of her throat, making me groan and tighten my grip in her hair again. This time Brea held, and as she twisted her hand around my shaft, she rocked her head around in a figure eight, rubbing me against the back of her throat. I groaned as I leaned forward over her, my hands tightened even more in her hair, and when Brea felt my cock jerk in her hand and mouth, she smiled, released her grip, pulled me fully from her mouth, trailing saliva, and looked up at me with a smile, “Now it’s your turn to please me.”
I smiled down at Brea, and we swapped places, me to kneel in front of her on the towel with her leaning back against the wall under the shower sprayer to allow the water to hit her stomach and run down and around her clit while looking down between her perfect natural tits at me with her head. She held onto the top of the door with one hand and the sprayer with the other for stability, and lifted one leg, putting her foot on the ledge for soaps and liquid soap dispensers, giving me better access to her with her legs spread. I put my hands on her butt to help stabilize her, and buried my face between her legs to lick and suck on her clit, adding to the pleasure from the flowing water. With me helping to hold her steady with my hands on her bottom, Brea released the door and sprayer to fondle her tits with one hand, and hold my head with the other, pressing me harder into her. With me licking and sucking her clit, and the water flowing over and around it helping, Brea started grinding her hips into me as she pressed my head even harder into her, her breathing becoming heavy and fast very quickly. Her hands left my head and her breasts to once again grab the door and sprayer for stability as she neared climax, breathlessly panting with her eyes squeezed shut, “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” as she ground her hips as hard as she could into my face. Brea took a deep breath that she held as she frantically ground her hips into my face, still licking and sucking her clit as water ran over and around her, and she pulled herself up with her contracting arms, ******* me to follow and help support her weight and balance as her foot left the floor, and she screamed as her head rocked back against the wall as she came.
I kept licking and sucking her clit until her orgasm ended, Brea’s relaxing arms lowering her back to the floor, and with a smile and happily trying to catch her breath, her hands left their holds to take my head and pull me up to her to kiss. As we kissed, Brea backed us up to press me against the wall behind me, and Brea broke our kiss with a smile to kneel on the wet towels on the shower floor. With the water hitting on Brea’s back and running down between her cheeks and over her asshole, she smiled as she pumped some liquid soap into her hand. Brea grabbed my erection, vigorously stroked me, twisting her hands to get good coverage, and rubbed her hand over the head, making me groan and lean forward over her from the sensation, grabbing her shoulders as my knees buckled. Brea smiled up at me, happy from the pleasure she was giving me, “Now you know why I leaned you against the wall.” “Yeah,” I breathlessly replied, and leaned back, seeking stability from the shower wall. With a smile on her face and my soapy cock in her face, Brea vigorously stroked me, twisting her hands around the shaft, and rubbed her hand over the head, making me groan and lean back against the wall from the sensation, working up a good lather until she felt my dick jerk in her hands again. Brea smiled up at me, and released my cock by pulling her hands up and off my shaft, over the head as she closed her hands for an incredible sensation. As she let me calm down, Brea squirted more liquid soap between her breasts, and spread it around with her hands, before rubbing her mounds together, working up a good lather. Brea’s tits and my dick well lubricated with soap, Brea rose up with a smile, and pressing her breasts as tightly together as she could, Brea ****** her breasts down on my cock, making my erection part them, making me moan as my head rocked back against the wall and breathed hard in pleasure from the tight fit and the head of my cock rubbing on her tits, pleasing Brea. With a smile on her face as she looked up at me, Brea pumped my cock with her tits, making sure each downstroke only ended once she bottomed out, and every up stroke ended with me almost out from between her tits, ******* the head of my cock to rub against her tits as it parted them, making me moan, eyes squeezed shut with my head pressed against the wall behind me as my fingers tried to dig into the wall, and breathe heavy and fast from the pleasure, pleasing Brea even more. Brea built up the speed and ***** of her pumps, taking me very close to orgasm, but she stopped feeling my cock jerk between her breasts, and smiled up at me, “Not yet. We still have so much more to do before I let you cum.”
The next day, the whole ****** spent the day in and around the lake, and to begin with, Brea and I were out there with them to keep up appearances. We had mostly innocent fun splashing about and diving into the lake from the floating island dock, but also had a few not so innocent encounters underwater sharing quick kisses, gropes, and fondlings of the other, as well as tugs on the other’s swim suit in playful effort to disrobe the other. After the fun in the lake, Brea led me to the shore and helped me start a sand castle, building it up to a certain, well-thought-out height on her part, before leaving me to add the finishing touches and fiddlings as she laid out in a lounge chair to work on her tan. Brea had thought out the castle’s height well, because as I continued work on it, my gaze level with the castle was also level with her laid out in the chair in her sexy swim wear. With my gaze ostensibly up to work on the sand castle, my true gaze hidden by my sunglasses, I watched Brea work on her tan. I examined every inch of her glorious tan body laid out before me. Both her front, her occasionally glancing over at me to make sure I was looking at her by giving me a light enticing smile, making me smile and her smile to grow knowing I was looking at her, and her back as she rolled over to tan her back, but with her head turned toward me, smiling at me smiling at her.
After the day in and around the lake, and sandy and silty from the lake and shore, while everyone else was still having fun in and around the lake, with the light starting to fade and the growing shadows ending her tanning session, Brea came to me and said, “I’m gonna take a shower to get all the sand and silt off. You wanna join me,” she asked with an enticing smile. “Sure,” I replied with a smile, she smiled, took me by the hand, and lead me to her cabin. In her bedroom’s bathroom with separate stall shower with glass sliding doors and whirlpool, both plenty big enough for two, we disrobed the other, and showered together, cleaning off the sand and silt and getting wet, causing Brea’s long hair to stick to her skin. Cleaned off, our minds turned to other things as we started making out, Brea’s arms around my shoulders and mine around her lower back, holding each other close, my manhood pressed between us starting to grow. Brea broke our kiss to look at me with a smile, opened the door, grabbed two folded, thick hotel towels, placed them on the shower’s floor, closed the door, and knelt on the towels to pad her knees with the water falling onto my dick and running over my sack. Brea looked up at me with a smile as she took my growing cock in both hands, and vigorously stroked me, twisting her hands back and forth, and rubbing her hand over the head. Brea stroked my cock, making her smile grow as I grew in her hands and to her face, until I was good and hard, fully erect. She pulled me closer to her, taking the tip of my dick from the falling water to start sucking and licking the head as she kept stroking the shaft, twisting her hands back and forth, as the water added lubrication and ran over my sack. I put my hands on Brea’s head and threaded my fingers through her wet hair, but I let her do what she wanted. She kept licking and sucking the head of my cock, and stroking the shaft with her twisting hands as the water added lubrication and ran over my balls, until she felt my dick jerk in her hands and she slowed to lightly stroke me and lightly suck and lick me, allowing me to calm down some. After a few moments, Brea tightened her grip, and stroked me harder and faster as she sucked harder and licked more. But after several strokes, she started pushing her head toward me, following her stroking hands, dragging me between her teeth, as she slowly took more and more of me into her mouth. Brea eventually took enough of me into her mouth to displace one hand that moved to massage my sack along with the flowing water, and kept stroking me with the other until she took me to the back of her throat, making me groan as I tightened my grip in her hair. Brea smiled around my cock in her mouth, pulled her head back slightly, and pushed back into me, again pressing me against the back of her throat, making me groan and tighten my grip in her hair again. This time Brea held, and as she twisted her hand around my shaft, she rocked her head around in a figure eight, rubbing me against the back of her throat. I groaned as I leaned forward over her, my hands tightened even more in her hair, and when Brea felt my cock jerk in her hand and mouth, she smiled, released her grip, pulled me fully from her mouth, trailing saliva, and looked up at me with a smile, “Now it’s your turn to please me.”
I smiled down at Brea, and we swapped places, me to kneel in front of her on the towel with her leaning back against the wall under the shower sprayer to allow the water to hit her stomach and run down and around her clit while looking down between her perfect natural tits at me with her head. She held onto the top of the door with one hand and the sprayer with the other for stability, and lifted one leg, putting her foot on the ledge for soaps and liquid soap dispensers, giving me better access to her with her legs spread. I put my hands on her butt to help stabilize her, and buried my face between her legs to lick and suck on her clit, adding to the pleasure from the flowing water. With me helping to hold her steady with my hands on her bottom, Brea released the door and sprayer to fondle her tits with one hand, and hold my head with the other, pressing me harder into her. With me licking and sucking her clit, and the water flowing over and around it helping, Brea started grinding her hips into me as she pressed my head even harder into her, her breathing becoming heavy and fast very quickly. Her hands left my head and her breasts to once again grab the door and sprayer for stability as she neared climax, breathlessly panting with her eyes squeezed shut, “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” as she ground her hips as hard as she could into my face. Brea took a deep breath that she held as she frantically ground her hips into my face, still licking and sucking her clit as water ran over and around her, and she pulled herself up with her contracting arms, ******* me to follow and help support her weight and balance as her foot left the floor, and she screamed as her head rocked back against the wall as she came.
I kept licking and sucking her clit until her orgasm ended, Brea’s relaxing arms lowering her back to the floor, and with a smile and happily trying to catch her breath, her hands left their holds to take my head and pull me up to her to kiss. As we kissed, Brea backed us up to press me against the wall behind me, and Brea broke our kiss with a smile to kneel on the wet towels on the shower floor. With the water hitting on Brea’s back and running down between her cheeks and over her asshole, she smiled as she pumped some liquid soap into her hand. Brea grabbed my erection, vigorously stroked me, twisting her hands to get good coverage, and rubbed her hand over the head, making me groan and lean forward over her from the sensation, grabbing her shoulders as my knees buckled. Brea smiled up at me, happy from the pleasure she was giving me, “Now you know why I leaned you against the wall.” “Yeah,” I breathlessly replied, and leaned back, seeking stability from the shower wall. With a smile on her face and my soapy cock in her face, Brea vigorously stroked me, twisting her hands around the shaft, and rubbed her hand over the head, making me groan and lean back against the wall from the sensation, working up a good lather until she felt my dick jerk in her hands again. Brea smiled up at me, and released my cock by pulling her hands up and off my shaft, over the head as she closed her hands for an incredible sensation. As she let me calm down, Brea squirted more liquid soap between her breasts, and spread it around with her hands, before rubbing her mounds together, working up a good lather. Brea’s tits and my dick well lubricated with soap, Brea rose up with a smile, and pressing her breasts as tightly together as she could, Brea ****** her breasts down on my cock, making my erection part them, making me moan as my head rocked back against the wall and breathed hard in pleasure from the tight fit and the head of my cock rubbing on her tits, pleasing Brea. With a smile on her face as she looked up at me, Brea pumped my cock with her tits, making sure each downstroke only ended once she bottomed out, and every up stroke ended with me almost out from between her tits, ******* the head of my cock to rub against her tits as it parted them, making me moan, eyes squeezed shut with my head pressed against the wall behind me as my fingers tried to dig into the wall, and breathe heavy and fast from the pleasure, pleasing Brea even more. Brea built up the speed and ***** of her pumps, taking me very close to orgasm, but she stopped feeling my cock jerk between her breasts, and smiled up at me, “Not yet. We still have so much more to do before I let you cum.”