Chapter 10

Once we strode from the shade of the waving palms to step onto the beach, a sigh left me as the warm sand slipped around my feet. All the way down the road, Elaine had remained silent, but as the sun baked down around us, she pressed into me with a wince on her face and moaned.

“You, okay?”

She nodded and unclenched her teeth enough to whisper. “My boyfriend just fucked the shit out of me, that’s all.”

A chuckle flew from me and she managed a snort before holding me tighter.

“Well, my new girlfriend is just too damned sexy.” When she giggled, I turned to her and added. “And my, oh my, how she loves to fuck. And, Goddamn, can she suck a mean cock.”

As we laughed, her trembling sent shivers slicing through me. Sure, we’d spoken in jest, but her eyes, as they once more flashed to me, were wide and that gleam ... It held the promise of so much more, if I dared—and if her ever more frail will collapsed. Up on the scenic overlook, that’d been no fuck. And we both knew it.

While slipping further out under the bright blue sky, I found my heart pounding; as Elaine snuggled tighter, hers thumped against my torso. Yeh, we were tap-dancing, but ... We could manage this. It was all in good fun. Simply a little more intense than usual.

With a sigh, I gripped her tight and scanned the glittering sand. Another perfect beach day, though since it was almost the weekend, there were both more locals and visitors. An eclectic mixture of French pop and island music wafted on the sultry ocean breeze. Skimming the waves, a squadron of pelicans patrolled for breakfast dashing beneath the surface.

After a quick peck on my cheek, Elaine slipped from my arm and whirled for me, beaming, before prancing off to find her spot. My gaze locked on her bare buttocks; her bikini’s vertical black string neatly bisecting the stark triangle of paler flesh between her perfect little globes. When she turned and waved, a smile on her face, mine were not the only eyes watching her petite frame in that ridiculously tiny suit.

As I strolled closer, she threw out a hip and flung her ponytail over her shoulder. While laughing, I nodded. Yeh, my girlfriend was sexy as all fuck, and she knew it.

“Too sexy?” she asked.

Before I could reply, Elaine turned and walked towards the surf. As she weaved through a cluster of young college guys, their conversations ended, all conscious thought as well, and their heads tracked every single one of her rhythmic motions. While I dropped the bag and lay out our towels, she waded deeper until she could dive into an oncoming wave. As they arched upwards, the perfect globes of her tiny ass gleamed in the sunlight before disappearing into the rolling foam. At that point, I gasped; I hadn’t realized I’d stopped breathing.

With a chortle, I shook my head and sat on my towel. With Boyd not here, I was hesitant about leaving our stuff unattended. Now facing the shore in waist deep water, his wife squeezed out her ponytail then scanned the beach. With a beaming smile at me, Elaine’s hands dropped into the waves. The smile faded as her glistening red lips parted. Her arm moved quicker. From where I sat, I couldn’t hear her moan, but as she bowed backwards and shuddered, those nearby stared.

At last, Elaine rolled her lips and wavered from the surf; the gaping faces of her audience turning to track her. As she fixed her bikini, a tall, gangly young man approached her. When he spoke, she smiled at him, then gestured at me before moving past. His shoulders lowered; the guy at least caught the impressive view of her little backside as she sashayed to me. When she came closer, I stood and held out her towel. She stepped into it as I wrapped it over her shoulders.

“Nice show,” I said.

“God, I’ve never been so damned horny in my life, Tommy.” Her eyes twinkled as she tugged the towel tight to her frame.

“Me neither,” I murmured as I pulled her into me.

With a snort, Elaine lay her head on my chest. A moan followed when I squeezed her and settled my chin atop her soft, damp hair. As we swayed together in the sultry, salt-laden breeze, her pelvis curled into my hardening shaft. Even as she whimpered, rolling her hips, her fingers skidded around me to press into the flesh of my back. Shivers wriggled their way through me as her heart raced alongside mine.

Time slowed. I looked down as she raised her face. Our eyes met. Her soft open mouth pushed against mine. When my tongue found its softer, smaller playmate, a whimper escaped her trembling lips. While her pelvis rubbed and her nails clenched deep, a groan pulled from me. The sounds of music, voices, calling seabirds, and the surf all faded. Replaced by the steady pumping of blood in my ears and the mad thumping of both our hearts beating in synch. As we kissed, with each slow roll of our heads while our tongues played, the tremors in her frame increased.

At last, I pulled away and ran my tongue over my lips. Elaine’s shiny red lips, still parted, wobbled as she gasped for air. Eyes wide, she gazed at me; an eyebrow raised. Yeh, that’d also just happened. With a sigh, I helped her to her towel before collapsing on my back atop mine. All the other sounds of the world flooded back into me as my chest clenched and released. That. That was intense. Even more intense than our fuck—lovemaking.

When I rolled my head, Elaine was silent, her eyelashes fluttering as her hands skimmed along her flanks. Tiny droplets glistened across her, twinkling as her chest thumped. At last, her eyes closed and soon her racing heartbeat slowed, replaced by the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. A soft snore; my girlfriend slept.

Though I settled back and closed my eyes, I couldn’t sleep. Is it horrible that as I lay next to Elaine, I craved more? Promise, or dare, in her eyes; there was simply no way I’d take her home to keep her for my own. Oh, we could fantasize all we wanted, but it wouldn’t be right. Oh, and just as, once again, I reached that brilliant conclusion, the image of Karen’s dark pools, glimmering, appeared. They glinted when she smiled. Not grinned. Nope, she flashed a broad, toothy smile. I bet she had a wonderful laugh. Blackness descended.

At thin fingers on my wrist, I came awake, but remained still while Elaine lifted my hand and placed it on her stomach. A long sigh slid from her; she tensed while pressing my fingers tight against her smooth warm skin. With sharp cries, a pair of seagulls zoomed over us just as her lips smacked. After adding her other hand, though I’d yet to move, her breathing raced. Soft and slick, her little fingers interwove with mine. As her taut, sun-warmed belly rose and fell, they clenched and glided along my digits.

With another long exhale, Elaine pushed downwards, driving my fingertips over the tiny black triangle and the hardened nib thrusting beneath it. Under my cupping fingers, her sweltering folds squished as her thighs squeezed tight; trapping my hand. A moan fled her when she pressed—deep; her frame twisted as warmth engulfed my digits.

As she played, I was scared to even breathe and struggled to ignore the growing pressure in my trunks. I’d have to shift soon. My eyes closed; my only sensations were her warm, silken, trembling body under my arm and hand, and the whimpers escaping her lips.

Then, like clockwork, my stomach grumbled. Elaine froze in mid-moan. Her pressing hands stopped; fingers tight to mine. With an embarrassed smile on my face, I rolled to her. Her face crimson-tinged, she gulped before flashing me a taut grin.

“Hungry, huh?” she asked.

Rather than answer, I curled one finger downward, pushing the little black triangle into her sodden slit. Elaine’s eyes widened as a tremor rippled through her. My turn to play. I wriggled my fingertip, pushing the material taut as it sank into her.

“God, Tommy. Please ... Oh, fuck ... Tommy.” Her words sputtered into a series of rapid groans when I curled another finger to circle her angry little nub.

As her pelvis pushed into my palm, her eyes fluttered.

“I wasn’t the one who had the snack on the road,” I said while pushing my other hand under her tiny top.

With a hungry moan, Elaine thrust herself into my palm as I pressed onto her cone and its sharp little point. After sucking on her lips, she flashed a coquettish grin and then laughed. The grin died when I pulled my hand from between her legs and reached behind her neck with the other. As the two scant triangles peeled away into my hand, I smiled and sat up. After a gulp, she rose as well.

Her eyes widened when I smeared suntan lotion on my palms. Another whimper fled her trembling lips when I pressed them onto her wobbling velvet tits.

“Wouldn’t want my sexy girlfriend to get sunburned, would we?”

As she struggled to breathe, she gaped at me before shaking her head. Air puffed from her when I twisted and tugged her sharp nipples.

“God, Tommy! Jesus, I’m so ... Please.” Eyes watering, her nails burrowed into the sand on either side of her towel as she bowed her chest into my sweeping hands.

“Now.” With a grin, I nodded, reached into the bag and handed her several crumpled bills. “Why don’t you be a nice, sexy girlfriend and grab us some lunch?”

Her gaze dropped to her bare chest, then flicked to her crotch; the tiny patch of material, embedded deep in her slit, was surrounded by her puffy crimson folds.

“Okay—sweetheart?” With a laugh, I shoved her top into the bag and gestured to the beachside café.

With that, Elaine gulped, nodded, and rose to her feet. Her knees wobbled when, after facing me, she slid her shaking fingers under the taut, crumpled black material to tug it free. After another long swallow, she turned and staggered towards the café. As I smiled, I lay back down.

Sometime later, the soft crunching of sand heralded Elaine’s return. At the aroma of grilled meat, I shifted to stare up into her smiling face. She carried two bokits, and a large bottle of rum was beneath her arm.

“Here you go.” After she sat, she handed me one sandwich and the wad of bills before pushing the rum into the sand between us. “He ... Uh, he didn’t charge us.”

“After your little show, I don’t doubt it.” After sitting up, I took the white-paper wrapped bokit from her and grinned before nodding at the bottle of rum and raising my eyebrow. “You let him play with your titties, didn’t you?”

Rather than reply, Elaine’s eyes widened before flicking to the café. Her lips pursed tight as crimson darkened her cheeks and flared up her ears; her hazel eyes twinkled.

“What a slut.” A chuckle Boyd would’ve been proud of slipped from me before I took a bite and groaned. Damned, that was an amazing sandwich.

“I am, aren’t I?” she said before unscrewing the cap of the rum and tilting the bottle to her lips. Her shiny little cones bobbled in the sunlight as she gulped.

I nodded as I chewed. “So now I have a slutty girlfriend, huh?”

After putting the bottle in my hand and another of those way too damned cute giggles, she nodded. As we laughed together, eating our sandwiches and drinking rum, I found myself letting out sigh after sigh. This was perfect. Simply perfect.

Except it wasn’t. Elaine was leaving tomorrow. For her husband, the man whose chuckles I really missed. Ain’t that weird?

“Tommy?” Elaine said after she crumpled her empty wrapper and took a long swig of rum.

“Let me guess, you need to be—”

“I want you to make love to me again, Tommy.” When she cut me off, the vehemence in her voice as she emphasized “make love” took the air from me. That gleam was back in her eyes, and I nodded.

“Okay. Except not here.” After tugging the crumpled paper from her shaking fist, I scanned the beach and flashed her a grin. “Today, I want you all to myself. No audience. Only us.”