Beach vacation BJ

Kimberly and I both took sips from our drinks. I watched the sultry way she eyed me up as her tongue wrapped around the straw and pulled it in towards her lips. They were luscious, glossy, and looked perfect for kissing.

But I had more than kissing in mind.

I placed my drink on the sand next to me and said, “Before you fill up on anything fruity and sweet I’ve got something else for you to swallow.”

She smiled as she handed me her coconut. Then she bent down and licked a drop of precum from the tip of my cock.

“I don’t know. This tastes pretty sweet to me.”

And then her mouth was on me. Her tongue was pressing against me. Her lips sealed around my shaft. She held the head for a moment, savouring the flavour while I savoured the feeling. Then she was bobbing up and down.

She placed her hands on either side of my hips. I put down her drink and leaned back, hands gripping the towel under us and arms locked straight. Half of my length was sliding in and out of her mouth. She went further and further down until her nose was pressed into my pubic hair. Getting a blowjob from Kimberly felt amazing.

In real life she always acted demure when it came to mixing mouths with genitals. It made sense that in the dream things would be a bit sanitized. Although it felt remarkable she was still keeping things very clean. Her mouth was wet but she wasn’t slobbering, and even when she was taking me into her throat she wasn’t gagging. She kept it hands free, using only her lips, tongue, and throat to coax me towards orgasm. An orgasm that was fast approaching.

I considered getting a bit raunchier with it. I could grab her long brunette hair and **** her to stay down all the way, or facefuck her until I was done. But there was something compelling about this. About the simple pleasure of a sexy woman sucking your cock in a dream when you know it won’t happen in real life. So I let her set her own pace and closed my eyes.

Soon I was done. The waves of my orgasm crashed against me in long, slow pulses like the incoming tide. After what felt like a solid minute of Kimberly dutifully swallowing every drop of cum I had in me I opened my eyes again. She suckled gently on the tip one last time, then kissed it.

I handed her drink back to her. She took another sip and as she said, “Yup. You’re definitely sweeter, Mikey,” I fell back to lie in the welcoming warmth of the tropical sun and drift away.

The End