Fawn's on the menu

The glowing green stones looked lovely against the sweet young blonde's skin. She jumped up from her chair and ran to retrieve the ball that Michael had ignored, her lithe tanned legs flashing. What a great way to start his vacation, Michael thought as he strode after her.

As Fawn bent down to pick up the ball she noticed the green stones on her bracelet, and gave a little squeak of surprise before standing up and whirling around to see Michael advancing on her. She bit her lip at his approach, her eyelashes flickering over her widening eyes.

"You look tasty," Michael said with a growl as he reached her, his hands stroking her waist and hips. She wriggled, looking up at him with mock innocence that was incredibly sexy. He felt himself hardening, and pulled her into an embrace, his mouth devouring hers as his hands roamed over her. She mewled into his mouth, her own hands clinging to his arms, her body pressing tight against his.

He found the zipper at the back of her tennis dress and tugged it down, his hands stroking over her bare skin as she whimpered in excitement. She shrugged and wriggled, shimmying out of the dress and letting it fall around her ankles. She was braless, the dress having held her modest orbs in place, and besides high cut white panties all she wore were tennis shoes and ankle socks.

Michael squeezed her breasts, rubbing the stiff pink nipples with his thumbs and was rewarded by a guttural moan from the excited girl. He looked around for some place more comfortable to fuck on than the clay of the court, and spotted a padded bench a few feet away. He scooped up the wriggling blonde and carried her to the bench, laying her down and rolling her panties down her thighs.

As he pulled them off her ankle he saw that Teddy was standing only a few feet away, looking on with obvious excitement.