Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Yeah, things were looking pretty good.
I swam over to the rocky ledge and took a sip from the flask, letting the whiskey burn its way through me and making my head spin just a little. I could feel the chest-high water lapping at my nipples, and the feel of it teasing between my legs. I dunked under again, feeling the chilled water bubble and caress my skin and loving the feel of it swirling around me.
Yep, much better now.
I pulled myself out of the water, feeling it trickle off of my nakedness, and then lay back on the towel I’d left spread there to dry in the open air.
If you’ve never laid out completely naked in the sun, I highly recommend it. Getting naked in your everyday life is predictable. Alone, you’re typically taking your clothes off for practical reasons like taking a shower, or changing. And if it's with a partner, well, that’s obviously great, but again, it’s predictable.
But when you strip down out in nature away from the world, to me at least, there’s always been this erotic charge to it. There’s something primal, something that brings you back to our naked animal roots that always seems to turn me on in an almost naughty, forbidden way.
So as I laid out on my rock with the sun warming and shining down on places usually hidden from it, it wasn’t long before the nagging heated glow inside me turned into something much more pressing. And before I knew it, I was letting my hands drift over my thighs, and trace their way north.
I chewed and sucked on my lower lip as I let my fingertips trail up my sun-warmed skin. I teased my fingertips up my thighs, biting my lip and gasping quietly as I let them trace just next to my lips.
Instead, my fingers merely drifted, teasing the skin there before tracing lightly over my hips. They drifted over my belly, and over the slight bumps of my ribs. As they teased against the underside of my breasts, I sighed, letting them wander up the soft curve there and slide over the warm, supple skin.
My soft pink nipples stood up and erect in the sun, my back arching slightly as my fingertips circled them, drawing a sigh from my lips. I took one between two digits and pinched lightly, gasping quietly in the open air.
As I rolled and pinched at my nipple, I let my other hand slide back down. sliding back down over my soft skin, down over my belly and between my legs. I moaned, quietly again, as my fingers slid into my folds, dripping wet now, and rolled over my clit.
As I sucked at my lip, letting my finger tease around my little button, I suddenly realized the absurdity of trying to keep quiet. I was literally miles from anyone. Besides that, I was already spread out naked on my rock, playing with myself. As if to punctuate this thought, I flitted my fingers over my clit once more, and this time, I cried out — loudly.
God did it feel good to be loud. I let out another echoing cry of ecstasy as I let a finger slide into my wet folds.
There were no downstairs apartment neighbors, no sirens and car horns from outside, no Dave telling me to be quieter. No, this was all about me.
The pure sexiness of touching myself outside, of being out in the wide open with my finger plunging in and out of my pussy while I thumbed my clit made me feel alive and on fire with my own desires. I could already feel a clenching throb deep within me, already could feel myself tumbling towards that edge.
I pushed a second finger in alongside the first, sliding easily into my wetness. I wanted this hard. I plunged my fingers into my wet silky folds, thrusting as I arched my hips up to meet my own hand. I curled my fingers inside of me, pressing against that secret sweet spot just inside, as I let my other hand slide down to rub my aching clit.
My loud, gasping moans filled the air, but I didn’t care at all. I was alone out here, and dammit, I was going to be loud.
My fingers moved faster and faster, my blood pumped harder and harder, and my breath caught in my throat. I could feel the climax rushing up to shatter through me, and I was so close—
The snap of the stick hand me shrieking as the sound tore me right out of all of it.
My eyes flew open. They locked onto the two single most gorgeous men I’d ever laid eyes on — dark hair, piercing eyes, chiseled jaws, and muscled, broad shoulders like a couple of football quarterbacks.
And they were staring right back at me.