Surprisingly well

For a few terrifying seconds, Tommy did nothing but float limp in the water, his mouth wide-open but his tongue and lips not moving as Sharon kissed him deeply, but soon enough he began to respond to what she was doing. Feeling as if a weight was being lifted off her chest when Tommy began to move his head in symphony with her, his tongue too beginning to slide about as their shared kiss ceased to be one-sided, Sharon then closed her eyes as tight as she could upon feeling how his hand moved down her back. But then, although his tongue was still meeting up with hers, Tommy seemed to freeze again, the palm of his hand being pressed against the small of her back while his other arm bobbed aimlessly in the water.

Again struck by the fear that Tommy would break their lip-lock and push her away from him, Sharon was again made to feel that sense of blissful release from her fears as before when he began to caress her back, with his other arm moving in so that he could run his fingers through her wet hair.

Emboldened by the positive response from Tommy, Sharon pulled herself closer to him, her large breasts pressing against the well-defined muscles of his chest while his hard-on was brought nearer to her thong-clad sex, her legs pressed together between his opened ones while her arms were wrapped around his strong neck.

For a moment, Tommy played with the neat knot on Sharon’s back which held her bikini-top together, making her pulse go faster for a few seconds by running his fingers over the neatly tied bow before abandoning and moving his hand up to one of her arms, stroking it as remained wrapped around his neck.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Tommy recalled the rumour going round that Sharon was supposed to be a slut. Despite the fact that he had never been either willing or able to believe it, being quick to move away from that topic in a very passive aggressive manner whenever someone was foolish enough to bring it up in his presence, and even now didn’t believe even in view of the way in which Sharon had quite literally thrown herself at him, it was still burdening his mind and keeping him from losing himself quite as much in the passion of the moment which he otherwise would have done.

But it was primarily the sudden realization that he cared more about Sharon than he had previously thought that caused Tommy to freeze up ever so often as he was struck by an unwillingness to go too far with her too quickly, although Sharon made sure to coax him back into action through various methods, such as kissing the sensitive skin of his neck or slide her hands up and down his sides in a particularly enticing and suggestive manner.

Tommy’s mind might have had its qualms about what was going on, but his flesh was certainly willing, to the point where his swimwear was now feeling outright uncomfortable to wear as Sharon’s slender fingers made their way down to his thighs.

In fact, every time that he thought about ending what they were doing or at least slow things down a bit, Sharon made him forget all about those thoughts by performing some sort of act upon him, for instance playing with the waistband of his Speedos or rub her fingers gently against one of his nipples.

Besides, the tiny horned figure dressed in red sitting on Tommy’s right shoulder told him, it wasn’t as though he didn’t want Sharon, it was merely that he had certain objections as to the reasons for what they were doing. And surely, all that stuff was something that they could work out later on? Right?