Go get lunch

"I love you," you respond, kissing her again. "I guess we should get lunch and then we can enjoy the afternoon sun today." Jess leans up to kiss your cheek and whispers into your ear.

"Are you going to let me blow you on the beach after lunch?" she asks softly before pulling away. "Do you think our towels will be safe here?" she asks. You look at her, and she rolls her eyes. "I'm going to give you your show," she assures you. "And it'll be hard to do that with a towel wrapped around my body. My achingly fit, toned, slim body. A body that I let you defile whenever you want," she murmurs. You stiffen as you walk. "A body you want on display so people know what you get whenever you want it," she whispers.

You reach out to pull her close, and fight the urge to free her left tit from the barely here bikini cup, instead letting your hand rest on her side. Jess grins. "I expected a bit more," she challenges.

"We haven't gotten to the table yet," you point out. Jess's eyes go wide, but her smile widens even further.

"What do you have planned?" Jess asks, and she turns to you so you can see the healthy cleavage between her breasts. Her left index and middle finger slide over the top of her left breast, and you think you may have actually licked your lips before you look back up at her. She's smiling her mischievous grin as she awaits an answer.