I’m excited because I’m going to the beach for a picnic with this cute girl I like, though I don’t know her very well. She’s about my height, with dark brown hair, grey eyes, full lips and the sweetest figure… just turned 30 yesterday, and laughing that she’s no longer a kid. Mmm, I have a huge crush. I’ve packed a lunch, and I swing the cooler at my side as we leave the car and head for the secluded part of Little Tribune Bay on Hornby Island. I’m taking her here because even if there’s someone else around, no one minds if you take off your swimsuit, heh heh. I can always hope!
We find a nice flat spot on the sand not too far from the water, and spread out our blanket, pull off our shorts and tops to expose our skimpy two piece suits, and immediately start slathering on the sunscreen. I watch under lidded eyes as she rubs it over her barely covered luscious breasts, just about faint when she asks me to do her back — just about die when she does mine!
We lie back, side by side, eyes closed, on the blanket. Murmer softly, listen to the waves. No one’s around. I’m floating on a cloud of her scent (coconut sunscreen and a light musk). I drift. Only to start awake on hearing a THUNK: my darling opening the cooler. “Hungry?” I ask? “Yeah,” she says, “you lie there, I’ll get us some lunch, since you were so sweet as to pack it for us!” She laughs lightly and I lie back, feeling anything but hungry (at least, not for food). “Ohh, this cucumber is nice and cold; you’ve kept it next to the ice! I’m sooooooo hot, I think we’ll eat this first!” I hear her rummage, find the cutting board, the knife, and peek to see her settling beside me, cross-legged, with the large crisp green english cuke I picked out at SaveOn yesterday grasped in one fist.
“Mmmm, don’t you use cucumber as a beauty treatment — put it on your eyes or something?” I hear her slicing… hold my breath. “Now you lie still, don’t open your eyes,” she has laughter in her voice, silvery and cool as rain, “I’m going to give you a facial!” I squeeze my eyes shut and try not to squirm! Ecstatic, I feel her place two cool discs on my eyes. “Hm,” she says, as if pondering, “you feel hot. Maybe I need to put more of these nice cool slices on you…” And slowly, with a light but sure touch, I feel her place more deliciously icy discs on my mouth, my neck, and down my chest… “Shhhh,” she murmers, as a little moan escapes, “you ARE hot, I think I’m going to have to take off your swimsuit,” and I feel the front hook of my top pop open, cool fingers and juicy cuke slices slide over my very erect nipples. “These won’t stay on!” she laughs. “Lemme just make them into rings,” and I try not to shake too hard with delighted laughter as she slips cold little cucumber donuts over each pert tit. I sigh and stretch slightly as she places more slices down my middle, my belly… and then she reaches my bikini bottom.
“Well, this may as well come off, too!” and she undoes the side strings, eases it down. I’m so wet I can hardly stand it, but I lie as still as I can, playing her game and loving every minute of this. I can just imagine her now naked breasts swinging tantalizingly over me as she bends to reach the last cool disc from the cutting board. She runs her hands up my thighs, not parting them but probing, and then — slides an icy slice between my incredibly hot lips, back and forth while she laughs and says: “You look like an antipasto plate, darling! I think I’m going to have to eat you al fresco!”
And I can’t help it: my back arches, cucumber bits spill everywhere and I’m lost in a wave of pleasure as her lips and teeth meet that last slice, tongue darting to taste the cool-hot salty mixture within…
I open my eyes, and she’s smiling at me, mouth moist, still munching. “Well,” she says with a twinkle in her eye, “that was yummy, but I’m still a bit hot and hungry! How about you slice me some of that watermelon?”
