A sexy rub down

"I bet my young stud's arms are sore after lugging our water all that way, aren't they?" Amala's tone has taken on the same husky timbre that you remember from your encounter by the waterfall. All you can do is stare at her beautiful figure waiting on the edge of the surf; she beckons you closer and your feet shuffle forward uncertainly. "Don't be shy, John, I won't bite."

When you reach her, she pulls off your shirt and lays it on the damp sand. "On your knees, John, let me get to your shoulders." You kneel down on the shirt and let out a sigh as her soft hands start to rub your upper arms. Feeling her touch on your bare skin is both soothing and arousing at the same time. Amala seems to know what she's doing, and you are so slick with sweat that the lack of oils doesn't seem to matter at all. Soon her hands move from your arms to your shoulders and neck, and you close your eyes and slump even lower before her.

"Good boy..." You feel her breasts mold against your back as her hands move down the front of your chest and her rubbing seems to change subtly into caresses. "Let's see if maybe I can really help you relax." You hold your breath as her hands continue downward and to your delight unbuttons your jeans with practiced ease. "You've been so good, John, so helpful." Her hand reaches into your boxers and grips the thickness of your once again hard member. "Can you still behave if I give you a little relief?"

"Yes Ma'am." What else could you say as she slowly works at pulling your cock free and caressing the sensitive tip.

"I guess it's the least I can do after the pleasure you gave me up by the waterfall." Both hands are gripping your member now, one teasing the tip of your cock, the other stroking up and down with just the right amount of pressure. Added to the sensation from the hand-job is the feeling of her tits rubbing against the sweaty skin of your back.

"Did you want to fuck me there by the pool?" Of course, you did, but could you tell her that? "Maybe push me onto my back and crawl up between my legs so you could have your way with me ... or maybe you would have preferred to have me straddle you and lower myself onto your mighty spear?" The mental image of this beautiful copper-skinned goddess riding you as you jerked on the smooth stone ledge is more than you can take.

"Oh God!" Your grunt of satisfaction is all the warning Amala gets before jet after jet of white spunk shoots from your cock like a fountain. You've never cum this much in your life, but it has been four days since you last jerked off, and after last night you've been aching for release. Even Amala seems impressed as the last dribble of seed finally oozes onto her fingers. With the new lubrication, her fingers slide more easily up and down the hard shaft even though you can't possibly have anything left in your balls.

You wonder what Amala's thinking about the events of the morning, but her normally expressive face is unreadable as she slowly pulls her hands from your cock and wipes them on your sand-covered shirt.