My mother laughed like that woman who receives the greatest praise she could expect from a man. I was embarrassed by her myself. But Fred didn't even care about my expression, because he knew I considered him a half-bowl flatterer. My mother was young and beautiful, yes, but sister was awesome... The guy really knew how to make a good impression." Yeah, for some years only really favor," said my mother, full of pomp and giggles. Friederich opened a wide and bright smile, so my mother melted for good. Without exaggeration, she really sighed when she saw him smile. "Be Becca didn't mention how charming you were, Friederich.”"Oh, please," I grumbled, hitting my own forehead.The woman who has had several experiences with men, used to always choosing the best suitor, seemed paralyzed while looking at Friederich. I'm glad I wasn't the only one who totally lost focus with a look from him. Friederich, for his credit, even managed to get a little red. But I knew the bastard wasn't in the sl
Despite the mild weather, there was still sun on our heads, allowing many people to take risks inside the sea. Tybee Island was not as crowded as I thought, in a way some people felt intimidated by the weather.Although it seemed ideal for that time of year. If we were not in a dry place, it would be crazy to say that we would go to the beach or go into the sea in the middle of winter. But in Georgia that was possible."Are we there? "Be Becca asked, watching around.“ Yes. "I turned off the car and watched her. "You don't know many things around here, do you?”She still seemed busy recording every little space on the beach. I took the opportunity to observe her better. The face is already blushing, the hair of an intense blonde, whose strands were stuck. She looked younger than she really was. Too innocent. I'm glad we had a part of that conversation earlier, because at least I could have the freedom to admire her without fear."I haven't come to this state for a walk in years, Fried
When we arrived at the port, we walked a little further towards the beach marina, where some speedboats and Jet Skis were anchored. Right in front of us had appeared a man with apparently 45 years old, gray hair, with a smile from corner to corner on his face.“ Hello. My name is Josh. I'm an instructor for the use of Jet Skis. "He said, stretching his hand towards me." Nice to meet you Josh, we'll talk on the phone earlier. Friederich Hanson. "I shook your hand briefly.“Oh, of course. Mr. Hanson, the Jet Ski is ready for your use. "He pointed to a Jet Ski slightly parked away from others."you bring what I asked for?”Becca looked closely in our directions, her hands were sweaty, I assume to say that anxiety was visible in her body.“ Of course. "He leaned over the speedboat next to us, taking a life jacket. " Put that on, ma'am. "He handed the vest to Becca."Are you not going to use one too? "She asked, releasing my hand and pressing the vest against her tight white shirt, then p
I had stopped asking myself what it would be like to be wrapping my girl's thin waist in public, to hold her face with her free hand and drive her crazy with a kiss to get off her way.My cheek warmed with Becca's breathing, as the bones of her rib within reach of my hand expanded and held back to her place, demonstrating her great effort to contain herself at that moment, to keep her breathing controlled. Neither she nor I wanted to interrupt that moment. Because none of us felt that kind of thing in a long time.Our languages were demanding. I pulled her hair in my hands, watching" moaning between our intense kiss, removed her shirt and the top of her bikini, having space to touch her perfect breasts. I pushed her against the wall, pulling one of her legs towards my waist, so that I could fit between her thighs."I said that this skirt would be a problem. "I whispered panting for our kiss.I slowly pulled the bottom of her bikini, gently pressing her intimate region, watching her la
Becca rode my finger and my face, moaning softly, in a way that was impossible to be just because of the emotion of sex in public. One of her feet stood on my shoulder, as she pushed herself further back in order to have her pleasure.Every time she shook around my fingers, I felt my cock imitating the same pulse, wanting to be inside all that humidity and forget the rest of the world. I focused all my movements on her clitoris, beating her tongue delicately and with regular movements for her to cum.When Becca reached her orgasm, she tilted her head against the mirror and moaned a little louder. She trembled whole against my finger, and I only removed it when she stopped contracting. My face smelled her, and I stood up in front of Becca to kiss her again.She accepted the kiss, moaning in an almost feline way, as she wrapped me again with her legs. The way she did that, with so much strength and emotion, almost made me understand that she would never reach orgasm with another again.
I was already very impressed that my security was containing the curiosity of others far away from the bathroom, since we did not make the slightest effort to stifle the sounds. And fuck... the sounds... not just the moans, but everything.The world was summed up to the sound of our bodies beating each other, our flesh coming together, and that absurd horniness rising against us. I couldn't hear what was happening outside the bathroom, because all my blood was concentrated in my ears. Because all I could feel was my faster and faster heartbeat.And my own cock that pulsed absurdly against Becca's intimacy. She moaned my name. Only once. And I slid a finger at her clitoris, pressing that point. It was appealing, I knew. Some woman had control over that part of her body.And Becca always lost control when I paid too much attention to her clitoris. It was the fastest way to push her to the limit, and I wouldn't stop until we were together.I pressed and pushed my cock, satisfied when she
When we went out of the bathroom, the security guard nodded at me. We were still smelling sex, spreading it all over the place. I could feel Becca's smile above my shoulders. We sat down again at our table, soon the same strange skinny boy approached with our wine, serving our glasses. Nothing better than sex in a different place to leave us in a good mood. I took a quick sip of the wine, still looking at Becca and her smile."Is the wine good for you? "I tried to balance the silence that hovered over us.“Wonderful. "She replied still smiling.Again the waiter approached with our dishes. Seafood soup was a great choice. We devour our meal in silence, giving endless sips of our wine.As soon as I finished paying the bill and the use of the Jet Ski and the parking lot, we left the inn heading towards the Pier. I held Becca's hand all the way, walking in silence, although I saw her quite thoughtful most of the time.“What a beautiful view. "She said suddenly, as we walked over the bridg
On the way back home, Friederich answered at least fifteen calls. To serve them, I pressed a button next to the steering wheel of the car. I kept yawning, sleepy, tired, but happy for the lively afternoon. In the sky there was only a thin black layer, it was already past 6 p.m. when we decided to return.I had a slight impression that he had noticed that the injury on my back was still clearly visible, even if it no longer caused me any pain, and I was all the time wanting to see if the injury in my belly was causing me discomfort. If not even our crazy sex in the bathroom was able to reopen that wound, nothing else would be.Most of the way, he smiled at me, or held my thigh, retiring me from my common daydreams. He seemed so carefree, even bored of answering so many calls, most of them I barely understood what he said. In a way it seemed calm to be with me, even if most of the time it made me act like a child.“ Hanson. "He said, discouraged for the next call.“ Fred! I miss you so