My eyes slide open and I catch her lift up...and my eyes fall to her naked breasts. It’s the smallest glimpse, but that’s all it takes. They’re imprinted in my brain. Small, pink nipples with barbells horizontally through them, the tiniest of swells, just enough for a palmful.
I’m tempted.
I’m turned on.
My cock surges in my briefs, begging for more, begging for release from the pent-up tension I’ve been dealing with ever since I’ve met this woman. And given the lack of privacy, I’ve only been able to jack off once—in the shower—and it did nothing for the yearning I have.
I want to fuck her.
I want to see what it feels like to have her pussy wrapped around me.
I want to see her cheeks flush, her chest writhe as I pound into her, relentlessly.
“Uh... Keller, you kind of have this murderous look in your eyes. Now, as someone who finds that whole possessive murder look enticing, I’m okay with it, but you know, on the off chance that maybe you’re actually considering murder, can I ask what’s wrong beforehand?”
“You, that’s what’s wrong.”
“Ah, I see. Let me guess—naked woman, possible boob show, hard penis? Am I right?”
Once again, she knows exactly what she’s doing. I should’ve known.
“You think this is funny, don’t you?”
“No. It’s not funny. If I had it my way, you wouldn’t be over there, growling under your breath, and I wouldn’t be over here, accidentally showing you my boobs. If I had it my way, you’d be pinning me against this muddy wall, sucking on my tits, while your fingers drive deep inside of me, fucking me until I come.”
I can practically taste her, the picture she painted like a 3D movie in my head.
“But you know... we’re not going there,” she says in a man’s voice.
She’s right, unfortunately.
“Wearen’tgoing there. So, please keep your tits under the water.”
Smiling, she pops up out of the water and points to her breasts. “These tits?”
“Fucking hell, Lilly,” I groan, covering my eyes again. “Jesus.”
She just laughs. “Come on, they’re just boobs. It’s not like you haven’t seen your fair share of them.”
“They’re not just tits, Lilly. They’reyourtits, there’s a difference.”
“I don’t know, they seem normal to me.” She floats toward me.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you how normal they are,” she says as she stands in front of me, lifting her chest up. She cups one of her breasts, letting her nipple piercing float by her fingers. My teeth pull on my bottom lip as I watch intently, my hand itching to touch my aching cock. “See? Normal.”
“They’re anything but normal,” I say, plastering my hands behind my back so I don’t touch her.
“Then what are they?”
“Let’s not do this, Lilly. It’s not going to lead to anything good.”
“Or will it?” She takes another step closer. “Just play with me a bit. It’s all innocent.”
“The thoughts in my head are anything but innocent.”
“Okay, how about this? For each thing I list off about proper etiquette at the table, you tell me what you like about my boobs. That way we’re both learning and having fun.” I look away and she pokes me. “Come on, we’re in this beautiful hot spring, surrounded by rocks and the coastline, not a soul in sight. This is what fantasies are made of.”
