IR Day 12 - Being careful

Ingrid realizes what she was doing and her eyes get wide. She quickly climbs off you and resumes her position beside you. You don’t let her apologize; you just lean in and kiss her. Making out is OK, even if people see you. You just have to draw a line at open, obvious lewdness.

Luckily, your girlfriend has a special superpower that lets you get away with something that maybe another couple wouldn’t be able to. She turns into you to meet your lips, and that presents her back to the beach, hiding her front. As you gently kiss her, you snake one hand into her shirt and pop her bra.

She looks at you uncertainly, but she’s so revved up that she’s not going to object.

“Shh,” you say quietly. “Stealthy.”

She smiles, then moans quietly into your mouth. Putting your hand in her shorts would be great, but it would also be unmistakable to someone who glanced over here. This way is a bit more ambiguous.

Her fat nipples are already hard, and the slightest touch has her breath catching. The soft rhythm of squeezing one of them, then tugging it very lightly, is like catnip to her. You barely have to move your hand and fingers. In a moment her face is nestled in your neck, her rapid breaths tickling your skin as you easily give her an orgasm with two fingers and no effort. You never even knew that being able to cum from nipple play was a thing before you met her. You’re a little jealous.

You watch her legs shaking and her soft thighs pressing together as the climax runs through her. Then she melts into you, limp and bright red in the face. You put your arm around her, and now you just look like a couple on a bench. No one would suspect a thing. She’s relaxed now, if only for a moment. With her head on your shoulder, she keeps giving you these looks.

“Your face is the same color as my shirt,” you say, and she puts her hands over her face, blushing even harder. “Don’t worry,” you say, rubbing her back. “It’s going to be a good week.”

“I hope so,” she murmurs.

There’s a cheer from the direction of the camp. The busses must be arriving. It’s time to head back.