Makeout on the Beach

John sighed at the sexy way that his girl friend Sophie's huge double-D boobs bounced while they were looking for a spot for their towels on the beach.

"I wonder if she will let me see them and/or more of her body today?" he thought, eyeing the skimpy little bikini that she was wearing, the top little more than a small strip of silver lace with tiny see-through straps on her shoulders, which barely held in her huge chest. He glanced down at the matching silver lace thong that served for a bottom. He felt his cock stiffen at the thought of massaging those nipples (his eyes had wandered up to her bobs again) and he looked at her crotch again, thinking for about the millionth time since they started going how wonderful it would fell to pump it with his rock-hard dick, with Sophie shouting for him to "Fuck me, oh yeah, baby! fuck me hard!" his cock twitched again.

Sophie glanced over at him, and he glanced up at her face, saw her looking at him, and smiled slyly. "c'mon baby," he said seductively, sliding his arm around her back and pulling her closer to him, "let me touch, let me worship you, let me fondle you until you faint from pleasure" he reached up with his hand that was around her waist nad tickled the bottom of her right boob suggestively (which is as far as he had ever gone apart from passionate kisses).

Instead of pushing him away like she usually did, Sophie took his hand and cupped her right boob with it, and said "soon, my sexy god, soon"

I was stunned. Sophie had never called me her sex god before, and certainly not let him touch her breasts before! he then thought that this was going the way he had always dreamed of it going, so he decided to go along with it.