Sexy stories

  She gave him a gentle kiss, and he felt his penis expanding more as she briefly pressed her cool wet breasts against his chest. Her lips were cool at first, but as she kissed him, they grew warm. He was a bit dissapointed when she broke the kiss to bend down and pick up her shirt.
  "Come on," she said, walking towards the line of dunes.
  "Aren't you going to put the shirt on?"
  "I was, but then I realized it would just stick to me and make me look like one of those wet T-shirt contest winners. Anyway, now that I'm out here with nothing on, I kind of like it. I've never been skinny -dipping before, but I'd be tempted to do it again."
  "You acted like it really bothered you at first."
  "I guess it did, but I guess that's just habit. I remember when I was a kid, the minister at our church once told a story about skinny-dipping."
  "Your minister?"
  She laughed. "Yup, he was talking about how we sometimes confuse habits with morality."
  He fell behind to look at her pretty bottom as she walked across the hot sand, and as he watched her, he thought about making love. By the time they reached the dunes, his swimsuit was still wet, but the hot dry air of late August had dried his skin.
  The face of the dune was steep and Eva paused to put on her coverup before trying to climb it. Jim had thought that he would be disappointed when she covered herself, but he'd forgotten the nature of her coverup.
  She turned to him after she put it on and asked "how's this look?" The coverup was made as much to show off what was worn under it as to hide anything. It covered her loosely from shoulders to mid-thigh, but when she faced him, her breasts showed clearly against the sheer fabric.
  "I like it," he said, kissing her and feeling the texture of the fabric sliding over her fanny under his hands. She returned his kiss and gave him a quick hug before starting to climb the shifting sands of the dune. He liked watching her fanny through her thin cloth as she climbed, but she waited for him when she realized he was behind her.
  "You know," she said as they reached the top of the dune. "If the water were a bit warmer, it might have been fun to make love in the surf."
  Jim felt his penis tighten again. "I'd like to make love to you now."
  She squeezed his hand as they wound their way along the dune top towards the distant lighthouse. "Out here, in public?"
  "What public?" he asked.
  She hugged him as they walked on. "If we had a blanket or even a beach towel, I'd go along with you, but I don't like the idea of digging sand out of myself."
  "Sorry, I hadn't thought of that," Jim said. They came to a break in the line of dunes and had to scramble down and back up to the ridge, and as they reached the top, Jim had an idea. "Want to try it with you on top?"
  She stopped walking and looked at him. "Are you serious?"
  "Yes."
  She walked away from him along the dune top; the way she walked made it obvious that she wanted to think by herself, so Jim let her walk ahead. While she walked ahead, he admired her, enjoying the play of the sun on and through her coverup as it rippled in the wind. She walked on the sand between low hummocks of grass and scrub cherry that grew on the top of the dune, then climbed one of the taller hummocks.

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