Following our nocturnal escapade at Mount Faber, I thought our
relationship has progressed beyond the “special friend”
status. But unfortunately this was not the
case. Karen made it clear to me, the following
day, that the blowjobs she gave me and the handjob I did on her
were one-off incidents and were not to be
repeated. I was disappointed, but I accepted her
decision as I feared losing her friendship.
Nonetheless, I was still granted “free access” and the occasional
handjobs whenever our petting sessions got too
hot. This continued for another few months
before another incident totally reshaped our relationship.
This incident occurred quite unexpectedly. As
it was coming to the end of the year, we both had a few days of
leaves to clear (otherwise we risked having them forfeited by our
respective companies). We decided to take a
short 4-day vacation in Bali as it was then an off-peak season for
Bali and some of the tour agencies were offering substantial
discount for that period. We managed to book a
stay at one of the beach resort in Kuta (Bali) at a very affordable
price.
During the vacation at Bali, Karen was like a typical beach bum,
spending most of the time on the beach - tanning and swimming.
The sight of Karen prancing on the beach, with
her boobs barely contained in her tiny string bikini, never failed
to cause a reaction in my dick. Nonetheless, I must say that the
first 2 days of the vacation were pretty uneventful (sexually).
Although there were plenty of groping and teasing when we were
alone in the room, Karen was simply too tired at the end of each
day to engage in any serious petting. Moreover,
Karen had strictly enforced the “no touching of p?ssy” and “no
blowjob” rules – thus dashing any hope of a repeat of the Mount
Faber episode.
However, things changed for the better on the third
day. After spending 2 days bumming around on the
small private beach at the resort, Karen and I decided to explore
another beach about half a kilometre away on the third day. That
beach was a public beach and therefore was a little more crowded as
compared to the beach at our resort. But it was nonetheless an
excellent beach with powdery white sand and crystal clear
water.
Upon arrival at our intended beach, the first thing that caught
our attention was a pair of sexy Caucasian girls lying topless on
their towels – with their big lotion-coated boobs glistering under
the bright sunlight. As we looked around, we
spotted even more topless babes sprawled all over the beach
(including a few deliciously sexy Jap chicks).
The sight of these topless girls was beginning to cause an
awakening in my manhood. To make things even more arousing, Karen
agreed to remove her bikini top after some persuasion from
me. I knew Karen had a fetish for topless sun
bathing but had no opportunity to do so in the first 2 days as our
resort had a strict “no topless” policy.
Therefore, Karen’s agreeing to go topless did not really surprise
me.
With a pretty face, a slender figure and firm round naked tits
(that quivered with every movement of her body), Karen had no
problem attracting the attention of hot-blooded males on the
beach. Seeing guys gawking at Karen’s bare boobs
gave me mixed feeling - a potent combination of jealousy and sexual
arousal. The display of Karen’s bare boobs
quickly brought about a throbbing reaction from my c?ck - made
worst by Karen who mischievously brushed her hand against my
erection by “accident” on several occasions.
Although Karen felt a little awkward initially about exposing
her boobs on a public beach, she soon got used to the extra
attention she was getting (and was perhaps enjoying it).
She did not even make any attempt to cover up
with a towel when an Asian-looking guy came and sat barely 5m away
from us. Although the guy tried to be discreet by wearing a pair of
dark sunglasses and pretending to read a book, it was obvious that
he was ogling Karen and was soon displaying a prominent bulge under
his Speedo (which he tried unsuccessfully to hide with his book)! I
teased Karen for being an exhibitionist and for placing the poor
guy in a predicament. But Karen simply smiled and continued to
flaunt her naked boobs in a nonchalant manner.
After about 2 hours on the beach, we had enough of the sun and
decided to retire back to our room. We left the
poor chap behind on the beach and proceeded back to the resort.
Karen continued to remain topless as we walked
the half kilometre back to our resort– until just before we reached
the resort compound. The sight of Karen’s naked
boobs bouncing and swaying with every step was having an arousing
effect on me. By the time we reached the resort compound, my c?ck
was already quivering with excitement and in desperate need for a
relief.
I was planning to jump on Karen the moment we entered our resort
room, but unfortunately I had to make a detour to the poolside to
return the beach towels (which we borrowed in the
morning). While I was making the detour, Karen
went ahead of me and proceeded back to the room.
When I completed my errand and returned to our room some 5
minutes later, I was thrilled to find Karen already in the
shower. Overwhelmed with horniness, I quickly
stripped myself naked and quietly sneaked into the
bathroom. Upon entering the bathroom, I found
Karen (already totally naked) inside the glass-partitioned shower
stall rinsing off her body. Karen did not notice
me entering the bathroom (as she had her back towards me) and was
therefore taken aback when I suddenly opened the door to the shower
stall. My unanticipated intrusion caught Karen
by surprise, thus allowing me to quickly slip into the shower stall
before she could even raise a protest.
Even though I had successfully “infiltrated” into the shower
stall, I was half-expecting Karen to chase me out of the bathroom
any moment (as she had objected to us sharing shower the previous 2
days). I was therefore pleasantly surprised when
all Karen did was to mock me for being a “pervert” and reminded me
in a light hearted manner to “behave myself”.
Karen’s tacit approval emboldened me and I stepped forward to
cuddle Karen from behind (as she still had her back facing me). The
feeling as our naked bodies made contact was simply electrifying –
sending shock waves pulsating through all our
nerves. I brought both my hands around to cup
and knead Karen’s naked breasts while simultaneously planting
gentle kisses around the sensitive areas of her neck – causing
Karen to moan in delight.
The tenderness of the situation was overpowering and I tightened
my hug around Karen, resulting in my hard c?ck been pushed snugly
against Karen’s butt crack. This had not gone
unnoticed by Karen who promptly teased me by flirtatiously
wriggling her butt against my c?ck. I held on
tightly to Karen’s boobs as she grinded and gyrated her butt
against my erection, leaving me breathless and depositing sticky
trails of pre-cum all over Karen’s wonderful butt cheeks.
Karen’s manipulation of my c?ck was threatening to push me pass
the point of no return and I had to summon all
my willpower to step back before I lose control and ejaculate
prematurely. Sensing that I was on the verge of
cumming, Karen offered to finish me off with a
handjob. However, I did not take up Karen’s
offer as I wanted to prolong the “fun”. I was
also secretly hoping to receive something more than just another
handjob this time – knowing that Karen was in a super horny mood
(probably the after-effect of the morning’s “flaunting” session at
the beach).
To delay my orgasm, I redirected the focus back onto
Karen. I squeezed a generous amount of shower
gel onto my hands and massaged them sensuously onto Karen’s hot
boobs. My skilful manipulation of Karen’s tits
and my gentle pinching of her aroused nipples soon had Karen
whimpering for more. Keeping my left hand on
Karen’s boobs, my right hand crept southward across her flat tummy
and stopped about an inch away from Karen’s naked p?ssy. I rubbed
and kneaded the sensitive flesh around Karen’s hairless pubic
region (without actually touching her p?ssy) causing Karen to
squirm uncontrollably.
Karen was clearly aroused - her p?ssy lips were swollen, her
clitoris was erected and there were trails of moisture leading down
the side of her thigh. Sensing that Karen would
not object, I cupped my palm directly over Karen’s wet p?ssy -
eliciting an involuntary moan of approval from Karen in the
process. I quickly located Karen’s erected nub
and massaged it enthusiastically – bringing Karen closing and
closing to a climax.
I stopped the stimulation of Karen’s clitoris just before she
could cum. I then grabbed hold of my hard shaft
and positioned the tip of my c?ck at the entrance to Karen’s sacred
love tunnel. There was an obvious look of panic
on Karen’s face when she saw my c?ck head pressing against her
p?ssy. However, Karen made no attempt to push me away nor did she
tell me to stop.
Karen seemed to be in a state of dilemma - perhaps torn between
the need to satisfy her carnal desire and her fear of the
consequences. I took advantage of Karen’s
indecision and pressed my c?ck forward slightly – pushing apart
Karen’s p?ssy lips and piercing half an inch of my c?ck meat into
her tight tunnel. Karen’s eye went wide opened
when she felt my c?ck penetrating her p?ssy. But
again, she made no attempt to stop me.
I took that as an encouragement and gently glided my c?ck inch
by inch into Karen’s incredibly tight p?ssy. I was already mentally
congratulating myself on my hard-earned “conquest” when Karen
suddenly called out “Wait!” By then, half my
c?ck was already buried inside Karen’s p?ssy.
End of Part 7 (To be continued)
