Kate and the randy boyfriend

Kate and the randy boyfriend Kate and the randy boyfriend

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica




Kate's bikini drives Luke wild with randy passion




Kate's bikini drives Luke wild with randy passion


Submitted: December 15, 2016

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Submitted: December 15, 2016




With this story I continue to explore the male experience of sex; helped immeasurably by the honesty and openness of the person who appears here as Luke.


I usually write in the first person because that more intimately conveys the sense that one is reading straight from the author’s diary.


But to give Luke his voice, in this case I’ve written in the third party.


Kate has been invited by a couple she is friends with to join them for a day out on a Hobie Cat sailing boat they own. Luke is invited along.



From the day he’d moved in as a flatmate, Luke had discovered that first seeing Kate dressed for any sort of event was a not to be missed moment of discovery.


Whether it be the spray on leggings and showy crop top she wore running or the mini, deep plunging dresses she seemed to wear any time she went out at night, her sexuality was always on display; which on a body like Kate’s was guaranteed to leave any nearby guy in cross legged frustration.


When they’d gone to do laps in the heated Uni pool, she’d worn stringy one pieces that always seemed two sizes too small, the v of the top pulled down to breast popping lows and the legs pulled up over her hips, the crotch seemingly stretched to bursting as it was pulled tightly up against and into everything it was trying to cover.


Following her in the laps was a joy in itself; comparable with running behind her while she was wearing those leggings. Once a couple of guys had started to chat her up while Luke was doing his first lap. As he finished his first 100 metres and was breast stroking back to the starting point, Kate dove off the blocks into the water, the rush of water pulling the top of her swimmers off Kate’s breasts and exposing them to his view.


At least now they’d hooked up Luke felt her had an outlet for that frustration; but she could still play with his brain in the right circumstances.


She emerged for the sailing day dressed in a translucent, long sleeve, white beach cover up over a tiny bikini. The knee length cover up was lose fitting and split to the top of her hips; a v nekline plunging to below her breasts at the front with a zig zag string tie binding the v in a loosely open shape.


Her bikini was clearly visible underneath. A fluro-salmon pink colour, the pants were low slung, a narrow hip band supporting the front and back of a strip of material that conformed closely to the contours of the crotch it covered. At the back, the centre seam had been drawn in to pull the material into her bum crack.


But it was the top that was doing Luke’s brain in. A string tie slide tri, the triangles were, relative to the size of her breasts, much smaller than the average bikini top; sitting on and over the peak of the breast, rather than embracing it. Luke had observed enough bikini tops to know that the bottom of the triangle normally sits at the base of the breasts. These couldn’t. If you tied them on down there, it looked as though the nipples would be almost popping out at the top. Instead Kate had them tightly bound by the top and bottom strings to sit mid breast.


Luke had seen – in the flesh or in pictures (especially pictures) – enough ridiculously small bikini tops to normally be non-plussed about such things. Postage stamp sized triangles or little strips of nipple covering material held together with too thick strings really weren’t that sexy. They normally just looked silly, even if the prospect of a nipple exposure might attract the eye. But this was different. These were somehow perfectly proportioned for Kate’s breasts, and moulded as they were onto the breast itself and secured with delicate string ties, gave the impression of being a second skin, just waiting for some lucky guy to be allowed to peel them off.


Even under the beach cover up, Luke could see the feint outline of Kate’s nips, sitting flat in the centre of the triangles. Her long hair was bound up in a ponytail and clearly visible just over the neck seam of her cover-up was the bow securing the top strings of the bikini; the strings cascading down in a twirl outside the cover-up tempting him to pull them.


Luke decided at that moment that the pulling of that string and the peeling off of her bikini top at the end of the day was high on the list of his objectives. It was a decision that was to prove a constant source of distraction through the course of the day. But then, he had a chance of doing it. No doubt there were a lot of guys distracted by Kate that day who weren’t to be so lucky.


By comparison, Luke felt positively frumpy and conservative. To make it easier to change into the shorty wetsuit he thought he’d be wearing sailing, he had a pair of speedo racing swimming briefs on under his Bermudian shorts with a long sleeve button up shirt.


Canberra was delivering a lovely spring day as they met Kate’s friends on the shores of Lake Burley Griffin. The cool morning had warmed to a reasonably hot sunny day; although in typical Canberra style, the wind was little more than intermittent zephyrs – better perhaps than the other Canberra alternative which was a full on gale.


After rigging the cat they decided to take turns on the boat; the friends first and then Kate and Luke. Kate was a good enough sailor to carry Luke’s lack of ability; although she was somewhat amused by Luke’s determination to wear his wetsuit – Kate donning her lifevest and trapeze belt over nothing more than her bikini.


Kate found enough wind to get them both on trapeze occasionally. While Luke enjoyed the sailing – not least because it was with Kate – the neck tie of her bikini top continued to distract him; blowing in the wind together with her hair as she laid out on the trapeze. Looking back at Kate skippering behind him, the muscles of her near naked body pumped with the work she was doing, her nips pushing up into her bikini top in the cool breeze and that string tie just inviting him to undress her was enough to give him a boner. He decided he should just look forward and concentrate on the sailing.


Kate got the boat back to shore with the last breaths of a rapidly dying wind; a glassy calm descending on the bay shortly afterwards.


With sailing presently pointless, the couples decided to have an early lunch waiting to see whether any more wind would eventuate. Setting up their rug between two small trees, each of the males rested his back on a tree to let the girl in turn sit with her back on his chest; passing food up to him on request.


Luke quickly realised he’d come under prepared. Both girls were in their bikinis, the other guy in a pair of boardies (#board shorts). Unwilling to sit just in a pair of speedos, Luke put his shorts on over them. That turned out to be fortuitous, because Kate resting against him dressed like she was gave him a full on erection. It was a somewhat ball crushing, cock bending one, given it was trapped within the confines of his heavy unyielding shorts and pushed into Kate’s back to an extent she must be feeling; but that was better than the public exposure of it that the swim briefs would have resulted in.


It wasn’t just the contact with her that was doing it to him, although that didn’t help; it was that bikini. Looking down over her shoulder, the beautiful orbs of her breasts were just under his eyes, the second skin of the top sitting ever so neatly, the seam running over the inside of the breast just inviting him to slip a finger under it and play with the nipple now pushing out the material covering it.


The neck tie was straining under the weight it was supporting; forming a straight line between the turn of her shoulder and the point half way out on the breast where the top of the triangle peeled itself off her flesh just enough to join it. On his chest he could feel the curls of the string ties play against his chest hairs, just inviting themselves to be pulled. Further down her bikini bottoms bridged across between her hips, letting him follow the firm muscles of her abdomen well down inside what little there was of her pants.


He was surprised how sensitive he was to all this. After all, they’d been rooting each other silly for the last week and a half since they’d first hooked up. He’d seen her naked, played with those breasts (and every other part of her anatomy for that matter). And yet, this bikini was driving him wild with desire.


He knew that the other couple would be able to see where he was looking. But even with the entertaining sight of a deep camel toe being visible in the crutch of the other girl’s bikini as he looked straight up between her legs, and with she herself being something of a sight in her bikini, he could barely tear his eyes away from Kate. It was only by the greatest effort he managed to keep it somewhat normal, substituting long stolen glances for a prolonged stare.


After lunch, with the lake still in a state of calm, they hired a couple of two person surf skis to muck about on. This time Luke surrendered to the fact he was stuck in a pair of racing briefs. He didn’t want to get his shorts wet and when everyone else was in swimmers, going in a wetsuit seemed a bit silly. 


With Kate upfront and Luke at the back, they paddled out ahead of the other couple.


Even as he paddled, Luke was captivated by the sight of Kate sitting ahead of him. Her back was ram rod straight, her muscles rippling under her crystal clear olive skin with the paddling action. Kate’s surf iron woman competitiveness meant that was second nature to her and she was delivering far more powerful strokes than Luke could.


Both her pony tail and the curly ends of her bikini top ties rocked seductively from side with her paddling action; teasing Luke. As he gazed down her back, he could see the top of her bum crack peek temptingly over the top of her micro bikini bottom.


Even as he paddled, he became aroused again; the blood filling his manhood, which in turn pushed into the material of his swimmers, stretching it out so that it eventually rose, sheathed in the Lycra, over the waistband. It was an unusual sensation; one he couldn’t remember feeling before. The contact with and its embrace by the fully stretched Lycra made it strangely sensitive. More than sensitive, it was arousing of itself; reinforcing the testosterone flooding his body from the sight in front of him.


He could feel himself weeping pre-cum.


For a minute he’d forgotten the other couple on their ski until a cold splash of water cascaded down his back and side. With Luke slacking on the paddling, they’d come up behind and from a range of a few metres, skipped their paddles across the water surface to splash him.


A few drops had landed on Kate too, who now alerted to their intentions, turned the ski broadside to seek revenge just in time for the other couple’s next splash to catch them both full on in the side. A part of the spray of the cold water scored a bullseye on the top of Luke’s erection; soaking the material sheathing it and causing it to pleasurably surge.


Kate now had the board facing them and was deluging the other couple with her paddle; ignoring their not wholly unsuccessful effort to reciprocate. Trying to ignore the pleasure his cock was feeling with each cascade of water that spilled over it and his embarrassment at his visible state of arousal, Luke joined in; mostly sending jets of water in the direction of the others, but at least one miss judged shot soaking Kate’s back.


The water continued back and forth until the other couple, in their enthusiasm, lost their balance and capsized towards Luke and Kate’s board. Instantly the guy launched himself swimming towards the front of Kate’s board. Kate couldn’t back-paddle fast enough to stop him getting a hold of the tip of it where he shook and twisted it violently. Short of whacking him over the head with a paddle, which Kate conceded afterwards, would have been going too far, there wasn’t much Kate and Luke could do. Eventually he managed to tip them in and turn to swim satisfied back to his own still up turned board.


The water was freezing. Kicking and paddling about as she came back to the surface alongside Luke and turned towards the board, several times Kate brushed against Luke’s still prominent erection; Luke knowing that she’d felt it surge to her touch.


As she reach the board, Kate put one arm across it and turned to Luke, thrusting her hips forward so that her legs were outside his, her crotch pushing hard down on the tip of the erection.


“We’re a little bit excited today, aren’t we?”


Luke blushed. Far from settling it down, the cold water was making it more sensitive. Kate was bouncing slightly up and down on it and he could swear he could feel it penetrating her to the extent permitted by their respective swimwear; the tip seemingly in a warm embrace.


The cold water meant her nipples were fully projected; stretching and pushing out a deep cone into the material of her top which itself had become translucent enough in its wet stretched state that a ring of darker brown colour could be seen through it. With every slight movement up and down, the nipples were emerging out of the water, a cascade running off them and dragging the top imperceptibly lower, before dipping themselves back in.


“I can’t help it.”


“Is it me or Casey?” Casey was the friend, whose cute wet arse was even now pointed straight at Luke as she struggled to remount the board.


“You of course.”


“Can you get it under control or do I need to do something about it?”


Luke had only a moment to wonder what the hell she could do about it here in the cold water with their friends just metres away. He’d love nothing more than to slip himself into her and pound like crazy; but that wasn’t going to happen. Before an answer could rise in his throat, Kate’s free hand slipped between their thighs and wrapped its sensuous fingers around his swimwear encased cock below where it was in contact with her crotch. Then she started jerking him up against her.


Whether it was optimism or reality did matter; Luke was sure she was pushing him deeper into herself millimetre by millimetre with every jerk, fighting the resistance of their swimwear. The tip just seemed to get warmer and warmer. The whole length of his cock felt wonderful under Kate’s skilful touch, using the movement she induced in his own swimmers to pleasure any part her hand was not in direct contact with.


It was only moments – their friends had only just settled themselves on their board – before he went off; suppressing his usual grunt as Kate moved the tip away from her crotch.


Then as if nothing had happened, Kate, with an expertise born of practice, lifted herself onto the board in a single action, brushing her arse on Luke’s face as she did so. Luke was left inverting the top of his swimmers to release his seed into the lake and smear any residue staining into something invisible before he too climbed on the board – far less elegantly than Kate.


Luke let the others get far enough ahead he could talk without being heard.


“How did you know I’d go so quickly?”


“You’ve had a hard on since I walked out of my room this morning. And I figured you’d probably not had anything like that before, so you’d go more easily. Anyway, if it didn’t work, you couldn’t have been any more aroused than you were – just a bit more frustrated. So there was nothing to lose, was there?”


With that last line, she turned around and grinned at him. The trouble was, she might have made the erection go away for the moment, but even that cheeky cute little grin and the profile he’d got of her breasts as she half turned was already causing the first feelings of another stirring in his loins. The only slightly jealous point was the fact she’d clearly done that with a guy before. His concern was somewhat ironic. She clearly hadn’t been a virgin for some time and yet he was somehow put out by the fact she’d jerked a guy off in the water before.


Still, his curiosity was piqued.


“How did you know I hadn’t had anything like that before?”


“It only really works with racing briefs. You only wear speedos in lap pools and under wetsuits. You’re hardly going to do it in a public pool and you can’t access it under a wetsuit.”


“Who do you know who wears speedos in the surf or just swimming in public?”


Kate turned around and winked at Luke.


“A woman never tells. There’s quite a few in the Iron Man comps. Whether I’ve jerked them off is another matter. Anyhow, some guys wear them under boardies, so all you have to do is drop the boardies.”


And then with a look of complete innocence, she added.


“Of course, I’m only guessing. How would I actually know these things?”


Putting on some speed, they caught up with the friends, paddling around the edge of the lake to let themselves warm up and dry off in the sunshine for a couple of hours. It was late afternoon when Kate and Luke got home to an empty house.


Luke was desperate not to let the moment pass or let her change into something else.


Following behind Kate, transfixed as the gossamer back-flap of the cover-up billowed up as she walked, revealing more clearly the cuteness of her arse in that bikini, Luke undid the top button on his shorts; leaving them held up just by the fly zipper holding the waist band together. The he came up behind Kate and put his arms around her.


She spun in his arms; her body quickly pressed against him face to face.


“Are you after something?”


“What makes you think that?”


Even as Luke answered her question with his, he was pulling her cover-up up over her head; Kate compliantly lifting her hands up to let him. Dropping the dress to the floor, he pulled down the zip on his pants to let them too fall under the effects of gravity to land around his ankles next to the dress. Then wrapping his hands around her bum cheeks, her pushed his crotch more intimately against hers; taking a step forward as he did to free himself from his pants. 


For what might have been the hundredth time that day, Luke felt his cock fill with blood; rising, pushing into and stretching out the material of his swimwear. He pulled himself away just enough to give it room to rise vertically, before pressing it back against Kate; pushing it firmly enough against Kate’s crotch that he could feel the lips of her front bottom embrace the base of it.


Kate lifted his shirt over his head and started backing up towards her room. To cover the distance more quickly she broke the face to face contact and pulled him into the room with a hand firmly wrapped around his erection. Then when they reached her bed, she pushed Luke down on it face up; taking a moment to be amused by the sight of the way his swimwear moulded around his cock, his erection pushing a tightly stretched cone of it well up over the waistband as his two balls sat flattened out either side of the base of it like ping pong balls.


From the moment Kate had seen Luke grow a boner when she first walked out in her bikini that morning, she had a fair idea how the day would end. She knew he would want to take her in her bikini and very likely be reluctant to take it off first.


Kate had seen enough of male obsessiveness with items of clothing over the years not to be surprised by it; even if she found it strange. Indeed she had a very benevolent view of it. She liked the touching, fondling, fingering and general handling that seemed to produce. She knew from what guys had told her that some other girls have a “get on with it” attitude to these things. Not Kate. To her it was much better than the “I just want to stick my dick in you” approach too many guys have. They could take their time.


Kate knew that, in part, that may well be because it gave her an illusion of intimacy; something all too lacking from most of her life. But even if it was an illusion, it didn’t matter. Kate was happy and the guy was happy. That was no bad thing.


Her bikinis were an all too frequent source of fascination. Some guys had not just taken their time removing it, but had actually penetrated her by pulling aside the leg hem instead of taking it off; although she’d noticed that the elastic of the hem raking their cock seemed to make them go off much sooner.


And taking it to a whole new level, one guy had put himself down over her in a modified 69 position, sucking and licking her clit and even seemingly slurping up her body fluids through the material of her bikini bottoms while slipping his cock in between the material of the top and her breast. He then proceeded to pump away until he filled the top and covered her breast with his cum. Kate wasn’t complaining because he’d given her two orgasms while he got there; helped by the fact the length of his cock was sliding past her nipple as he thrust into her top.


Mind you, all those body fluids seemed to be somewhat harsh on the material of her bikinis; degrading the Lycra at an accelerated rate.


Her legging were equally a source of fascination; but so far no guy had found a way of actually making love to her while they were still on. So they were very much a foreplay object.


With dresses, guys just seemed to want to put their hands up them, in them and generally invade them in whatever way they could. But usually they came off before the real sex started. But there was one exception.


She had a very mini nightclub dress. Ultra-tight on her body, to the extent it actually highlighted her ab muscles and the turn of her butt, and made of a shiny medium weight very stretchy material, it had shoestring shoulder supports for low slung deep v’d triangle bodice. There was no doubt it displayed her breasts nicely, but what really set it apart was the fact there was a wide ladder split down the full length of each side; a gap of 50 mm between the front and the back pieces joined only by about a dozen thin straps.


Finding undies to wear with it was a challenge because you had to find one with string sides that sort of lined up with one of the joining straps. And it was mini enough that even Kate felt she couldn’t go without undies.


For some reason guys always seemed to want to make love to her without taking it off. Maybe it reminded them of a BDSM outfit.


But the bottom line was that Kate was more than willing to let Luke play games with her bikini. She even had a few tricks to show him first. She straddled Luke’s thighs, sliding a finger down the length of his erection, watching in amusement as it surged to her touch, swelling up and stretching the material of his swimmers even further as Luke groaned in pleasure.


She knew from previous experience that a lot of guys find some stimulation of their cock through the thin stretched Lycra really pleasurable. For many of them it’s only good for a few minutes of teasing before it loses its sensitivity; although as she’d shown with Luke earlier, in the right circumstances you can easily and quickly jerk them off that way. But the last thing Kate wanted was for Luke to fill his swimmers with cum. She had much different plans for this erection.


In response Luke had brought one hand up to cup a breast, feeling the nipple rise up into the material covering it and push against his hand. The other hand he slid down into her crotch; turning it on its side so that his finger pushed into her front bottom as he moved it back and forwards.


They both continued to stimulate each other for a few minutes before Kate decided it was time to move things a step forward. By now experience told her that either Luke would becoming less sensitive to the touch or he might be getting too excited. He was still surging and groaning to each movement; so that latter was a definite possibility. She curled herself over and lifted the tip of the erection into her mouth, sucking it forcefully as she used her saliva to saturate the material covering it. Then before things could get too out of control, she undid the waist band knot and peeled his swimmers back to expose him; encouraging him to lift his hips up under her so that she could slip them down his legs and off him.


Ignorant of Kate’s understanding of the male brain and fearful that she would pull the knots on her bikini top and strip herself to facilitate penetration and the start of conventional sex, Luke decided he needed to break the normal pattern of their love-making. He indicated by his movements that he wanted to roll her off him and lay her flat out on the bed; something Kate complied with.


Luke then laid himself half over her body, pinning her to the bed, but leaving easy access to all the things he wanted to see and touch.


Luke was especially excited by what he could feel through the fingers slipping up and down her crutch. Her womanhood had opened out to him like a flower. This was no pinch of material pushed into a narrow camel toe. Her labia had spread wide, swollen up to create a broad avenue through which his hand glided. The material was soaked and slippery with her juices and in the recess of the valley down between her legs he could easily feel that she was aroused and ready to receive him; two of his fingers easily pushing the material of her bikini bottoms to a satisfying depth into her and coming out dripping wet even through the cloth. Higher up, near the turn of her mons, he was sure he could feel her engorged clit; his confidence in its location growing as she oohh’ed and squirmed to his touch.


Bending over her breast, he sucked the bikini top where it lay over her raised nipple; drawing both material and the nipple under it into his mouth while he saturated it and the area around it with his saliva before pulling back to admire the result. He had raised her nipple into a prominent cone; the wet unlined bikini top moulded to every dimple and was now translucent enough for the golden brown colour to show through in stark contrast to the light olive skin that surrounded it.


Satisfied, he duplicated the result with the other nipple, and then alternated enough to ensure they stayed that way.


Luke was surprised to find himself so obsessed like this. If you strip away all elements of political correctness, accept as truth his protestation that it was important to him to respect and satisfy the girl, and even allow for the growing love he felt for Kate, Luke was at heart and strip them and fuck them sort of guy. He wasn’t into lace bras or other sexy clothing stuff. For him, sexiness and nakedness went together and nothing was sexier than having your cock buried deeply in a girl. But Kate was profoundly challenging him in that regard.


And it’s not as though he hadn’t seen, indeed fucked, a lot of girls who started the session in a nice bikinis before (but soon had it stripped off her) – what Australian male hasn’t. But Kate’s, or maybe it was just Kate herself, was somehow different. Bandeau tops, too large triangles (from his point of view anyway), fussy designs, fussy colour patterns. Whatever it is was, he’d never felt this compelled before


Kate for her part was simply enjoying the attention. She had a hand wrapped around his now exposed erection, stimulating it just enough to keep it at peak arousal. But she didn’t want him ejaculating. He could take his time having fun with her body, but she still wanted to finish with the serious stuff, not a puddle on her stomach.


Eventually Luke’s cock started to ache with desire. He needed it to penetrate Kate but was far from sated in playing with her like she was. Pulling his head away from her nipples, he moved down to her crotch. What he saw excited him. In their taught wetness, her pants too conformed to what lay beneath them. A wide shallow v ran through her crotch from front to back. Putting his head to the turn of her mons, he played his tongue against the material, pushing it hard against the knob he could feel underneath it as he took in the taste of her.


Kate responded to the extra stimulation of her clit with a more intense “ooohhhh” and a lifting of her hips toward him. Luke sensed that she was close to cumming and knowing by now that Kate’s first orgasm was often just one of several, he intensified his efforts.


He was rewarded as Kate came, pushing even harder against him as she swayed from side to side and vocalised her pleasure.


Luke was torn. It was time to have her mount him properly. He could imagine her sitting on him, pleasuring herself against him as he stared up and down her body; but the body was not a naked one. The bikini top still moulded to her breasts. But more importantly in his mind, he could in his eyes follow the line of her stomach muscles down to where they disappeared inside those tiny tight little pants. As she dragged herself across him pleasuring herself, he imagined the waist band of the pants being dragged down and then released to pop back up with every back and forward movement.


Once before, in a moment of extreme haste within the tight confines of the back seat of a car, he penetrated a girl by pulling aside the leg seam of her panties. He knew it could be done, even if it might be less comfortable. He wished her bikini had tie sides to make the decision easier; to let him pull them and undress her while she was on him. But they didn’t. The decision once made would have to be lived with through to the end or a major readjustment.


Trusting to fate, he pulled Kate over on top of him; giving the message she should mount him. Would she in any case drop her pants first?


Bemused that Luke wanted to take her still dressed, Kate straddled him, sheathing him in a condom. Then she pulled the leg seam of her pants to the side to insert him.


Luke lay back and took in the sights as Kate started pleasuring herself against him. Her breasts wobbled in their bikini top the way they always wobbled when they made love with her on top; the soaked material still translucent as it highlighted the arousal of her nipples and the neck string ties stretching and contracting with every bounce.


What Luke imagined would happen with her pants was correct; although if anything the movement was more pronounced that he’d thought would be the case. In part that was because Kate found moving the soaked slippery material of her bikini  bottoms across Luke’s pubis was even more arousing than doing the same against the dry hairiness of his naked flesh. As a result she was leaning more forward than normal and pushing down harder and moving faster.


Luke held his hands up against the cones of her nipples, letting her play against them, lifting his head at the first sign of the material drying to soak them again in saliva. Confused by what he really wanted, he pulled one of the tops aside to play with the exposed nipple before replacing the top and soothing it out to the moulded wet perfection it had started with.


This was far more arousing than this stage of their normal love making. Luke was having trouble holding it in. If Kate hadn’t jerked him off earlier that day he doubted he would have lasted this long.


Kate’s second orgasm as they made love usually came fairly quickly and this time was no exception. Exhausted by the physicality of it Kate bent over onto his chest, the string ties of her bikini top falling to one side and dancing along with her hair teasingly on Luke’s chest. She lay down on Luke, letting him roll them both over and put himself on top like he usually did to finish.


Luke lifted himself on his outstretched arms over Kate; her bikini clad body laid out under him as he started thrusting. He could feel the pressure of the leg hem of her pants adding stimulation to his erection as he played it in and out of her body. He knew his time would be limited. He got the breasts wobbling before reminding himself that pulling the strings of her top and exposing her was actually part of what he wanted to experience.


The way she had rolled over had left at least one string of both the upper and lower ties projecting from the left of her body. He bent down and with his lips, picked up a string of the top tie and lifted himself up again, pulling it as he went.


As the tightly tied bow released, the top sprung almost violently off her breasts, exposing her. For good measure, Luke bent down to pull the lower tie too; tugging with his lips to pull the strings out from under Kate and let the top fall to one side of her.


The visual and physical stimulation was too much. Long before he wanted to Luke could feel his release coming; completely unable to stop it. He froze and almost bellowed as the most incredible climax hit him. Thrusting deeply into her, he could feel his cock pumping out its load before he felt the urge to thrust some more to reactivate the pumping action. Then finally he found himself face down beside her ear, little shudders continually wracking his body with pleasure as the final drops of the stuff was wrung from his body.


He was panting so heavily, he started to worry about steaming up Kate’s ear.


“So, that was a good one was it?” It was a typical Kate understatement.


Still firm, Luke was initially reluctant to move; Kate still pulsing her pussy against him and the feel of her leg hem applying more stimulation to an already sensitive cock. But eventually it was time to withdraw.


He pulled himself out and came up onto all fours over her. Looking down he could see the crotch of her pants were a mess, even if they did still tightly and sexily conform to her body’s contours. Kneeling over her thighs, he helped her pull the messy pants down her leg, leaving her as naked as Luke usually thought sex should be done in.


Luke already found himself planning more days out on the water with Kate.





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