Donnie's story, part 4

"We spent the whole day on the beach. We swam, we sunned, we played some one-on-one volleyball -- Liv kicked my ass, no surprise -- we took a little tour of the town. It was really quite adorable."

"And totally PG rated," said Sandra, disappointed.

"And then it got darker, and the beach closed for the night," said Donnie.

"Except someone worked there, and decided to break the rules and stay," said Olivia.

"And someone else was totally fine with it."

"Yes, she was." They smiled at each other.

"So yeah, we stayed down on the beach. We found a little spot that wasn't too obvious for anyone driving by or for the nightly patrols. We had made a run to a store, so we had a picnic bag. Some snacks, a bottle of wine --"

"No glasses," Olivia offered.

"No glasses, so we had to share. We watched the sun go down, and we snuggled together on the blanket."

"I wanted you to make a move," said Olivia.

"I wanted to make one." Donnie's right hand was touching the high slit in Olivia's dress. He wasn't able to pull it open, but his fingers were on the skin of her hip, and tracing the edges of the material. His left hand stroked upward, and touched the skin of her chest between the sides of material that made up the neckline.

Olivia adjusted her position so she was lying on her back now, her head on Donnie's lap. He kept touching her chest, his fingers barely daring to move enough to the sides to feel the softness of her inner breasts. She now lifted her right leg up through the slit in the side of her dress. The material fell onto the sofa, and Donnie gently stroked and rubbed her thigh.

"I rolled over to you a little bit," Donnie said, "and mumbled something stupid about being happy you were there. I put my hands on your face and kissed you. You breathed in and kissed me back. Your lips were so soft, so warm."

Olivia touched her lips lightly with her tongue. The fingers of Donnie's left hand touched the material of the dress's neckline. One finger barely snuck under the material. Donnie could feel the warmth of her breast. Olivia's head was resting on Donnie's lap, and she thought she felt a slight movement.

"I kissed you and kissed you and kissed you. I put my arms around you and held you close to me. We rolled over on the blanket, and you wound up on your back. I touched your face and your neck. I drew lines down the center of your chest." Donnie was doing the same to her now.

"The material of that bikini was taunting me. I wanted to touch it, I wanted to move it." He touched the edges of the neckline of Olivia's dress.

"You just looked up at me and didn't flinch. I touched the edge of your bikini top. I held the stitching and hem in my fingers." He took the edge of Olivia's dress in his fingers.

"I lifted the side of your bikini away from your skin, and pushed it off. I followed up the shoulder string, and pulled it off your shoulder." He lifted the side of her dress, tracing his finger underneath the material up to her shoulder, and pulled it off her, revealing her right breast.

"I placed my hand on you, touching your warm skin, feeling your soft breast, your firm nipple." His left hand fully cupped her right breast now, as he massaged her skin and pinched her nipple, which had hardened. Olivia definitely felt more movement in Donnie's lap now, but she kept looking up at him.

"I did the same on the other side, and pulled your bikini top down off your chest. You gazed at me the entire time, and I kept waiting and worrying that you would stop me." Donnie now used both hands to remove the top of Olivia's dress, pulling it off her shoulders, and fully exposing her breasts. He took her breasts in his hands, and touched them, fondled them, pulling on her nipples, gently stroking the sides and undersides. Olivia squirmed her body just enough to help Donnie push her dress down. Her skin was exposed to the navel now, and Donnie's fingers trickled along her stomach and breasts, her shoulders, her neck, and her face.

"I kissed you, everywhere I could see. I kissed your breasts, your stomach. I moved down toward your bikini bottom, and touched the top edge of the material. I ran my finger along that edge and felt the very top of where you had shaved." Donnie moved his right hand back to the slit in Olivia's dress, and touched her leg and inner hip.

"I pulled the strings on the sides, both sides at the same time, untying the knots. The strings lay loose at your hips. I reached for the material at the front, and slowly pulled it off you." Donnie slid his hand into the slit of her dress, and his fingers went further in. She was not wearing any underwear and had shaved just before the party.

"I moved down toward your legs, lowering your bikini bottom. I brought my face back up toward your hips, toward your pussy," he said the last word slowly. "I touched you with my fingers, and I kissed you. I brought my tongue to your labia and teased your lips and your clit." His fingers were under her dress, and he felt the top of her pussy. He toyed with her clit, and felt that she was extremely wet. He slid his fingers along the folds of her pussy, gently pressing one just inside the opening.

"I licked and kissed you there, feeling your hips move against my face. I held your legs with my hands, lifting them as I licked and sucked on your pussy." Donnie's fingers were working more intently on Olivia under her dress, and his other hand had taken a more firm hold of her breasts.

"I kissed my way back up, across your stomach, across your breasts, your neck, and to your face. Those kisses are always in my mind. I have never had such deep glorious kisses than that night." Olivia was breathing more heavily now. She definitely felt movement in Donnie's pants, and his stimulation of both her pussy and breasts was getting her extremely aroused.