Hextyn’s One-Handed Read
We wake up together in our breezy cottage. The trip was long - we both flew direct from our respective cities, independently cleared customs, and arranged our own travel (you in a slick rental, me by taxi) to the small coastal town that we’d call home for the next 72 hours. I had picked out this location, just south of a larger resort beach, and one of the amenities that drew me in was the private chef service. As such, upon arrival, we feasted on local seafood: fish, crabs, langoustines, and oysters galore. We flirt as we eat. I let you know that I hadn’t masturbated for a day before leaving New York and was enjoying watching you slurp down oysters. I teased you as I dramatically licked homemade custard out of fresh fruit, but the travel made you weary and you passed out after your shower.
Lying in bed that morning, you are so eager to consummate our relationship that you almost try to take the lead. But I insist you lay back and let me caress and kiss you from head to toe, giving you intuitive bodywork while angling my body in intentional ways. I want you to see and smell your breakfast before diving in. I casually let my lips linger on your thigh, then towards your hip crease, and then I slowly begin to lick and slurp and suck as I sit back onto your face. We languidly hold this rhythm as long as we can - notably as long as I can make you last before you are begging me to let you cum. I try to shush you because you really should be doing other things with your mouth. I turn myself around and sit so I can see your eyes and implore you to continue because I want to cum first. And I want you to begin to learn how nice it is to be under my control.
An actual caloric breakfast is waiting by our door: crepes, fruit, fried plantains, and fresh mimosas. We eat and talk itineraries. There’s so much to do in the area - a waterfall hike, a boat tour of the fishing bays (with an oceanside meal of the fresh catch), and luxury shopping by the five-star hotels up the way. But today we beach - we have tomorrow and some of the next day to explore everything else. Besides, I have already reserved a cabana and it's about time for us to get there.
We are far from home so discretion is not an issue. Of course, I packed the outrageous Agent Provocateur swimsuit you sent me when we confirmed our trip. You love having me on your arm, so much of my skin visible, my strong, sturdy but petite body covered in tattoos and not going unnoticed. We are both pleasantly surprised, however, to find the cabana can offer a lot of privacy. As soon as we settle, I close the curtains and go to work on you. It's been a couple hours since our morning romp, and I easily get you off again and swallow every drop.
I throw open the curtains as I wipe my mouth. We order fruit juices and schedule massages. You pull out your laptop and check in with that side of your life as I delve into my reading. I curl up around you and gently stroke your back while you concentrate. We relax like this for a little while before it's time to check out the ocean.
This is admittedly a tourist spot, so it's okay that we kiss and make out a little on the water's edge. You like watching me swim and I realize you'd like watching me do just about anything.
So this time as we settle in the cabana, after ordering a bite to eat, I close the curtains and show you how I get myself off with my hands. I ask for a little of your spit on my fingers and then kneel with my knees spread, just pulling my bottoms to the side enough to access my clit.
I stare you in the eyes and tell you how much I appreciated the morning head and how I'm looking forward to playing with your ass later tonight (one of your favorite activities, which we have specifically planned to explore this evening). I start to talk to you about how good it will feel when you finally get a chance to fuck me. I make sure you get a good look at how swollen my pussy gets the closer I get to coming; I take my hand away and softly touch your lips, parting them so that you can taste me again. I ask you to put two fingers in me (shallowly, and hold them still) as I squeeze them and move my hips to tease my hole. I know I’ll cum quickly, well before the food arrives. We don’t want to be too scandalous!
We eat our food and order cocktails that sustain us into the late afternoon. The sensation of your fingers inside me lingers and soon I suggest that we make our way home because quite frankly, I can’t wait any longer to make you ride my dick.
