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I could hear his breath coming faster. I imagined I could hear his hand shuttling up and down the length of his cock and ached to lick off the pre-cum I knew was accumulating at the tip.

“And they’re very sensitive,” I told him, his groan of pleasure spurring me on. “She loves to have them sucked-hard.”

“You’re killing me,” he whispered. “God, I’m so fucking hard.”

“Her pussy is totally shaved,” I said, walking along the wet sand at the water’s edge. “You’d love it. All wet and pink. Her little clit likes to hide, and she loves being licked.”

“I bet she does.” He growled softly into the phone and I knew, I just knew he was squeezing his cock hard in his hand, prolonging things. “Did you lick her good for me, baby?”

“She was on top of me at first,” I confessed. “Licking my pussy…”

“Mmmm I miss your sweet little pussy.” His words made me shiver. “Did you like it?”

“Oh god, yes…” I curved around a large expanse of tall rushes and shoregrass on my walk, letting the dew at the edges wet my outstretched fingers as I passed. “Her tongue is so good, TJ. I forgot how sweet it was to be with a woman.”

“Better than me?”

I made a face he couldn’t see. “Don’t ask me that.”

He chuckled. “Go on… did you return the favor?”

“I did.” I smiled. “Her pussy tastes so good… I forgot how warm and wet and sweet…”

“Mmm… more…”

“She makes these little noises when she’s about to come,” I told him, glancing behind me toward the house. It was out of site now-I’d walked a ways down the beach and the vegetation obscured my view. I wondered if I was still on the Baumgartner’s private beach at all. There was nothing but sand and vegetation behind me, and in front of me as well. The next house was barely visible in the distance. “She always asks me to make her come, almost every time, ‘Make me come, Ronnie, make me come…’”

“Oh that’s hot,” he moaned. “Did you?”

“Not with my tongue.”

“No?”

I grinned, anticipating his reaction. “She wanted to rub our pussies together.”

“Oh my god.” He growled into the phone, a deep, sudden sound, and I knew he was holding back his climax. “Are you touching yourself, baby? Rub your little clit for me…”

I glanced around, up and down the beach. Did I dare?

“Go on,” he urged. “I’m so fucking hard for you. Tell me more.” I sat on the sand, away from the water line, close to the edge of the expanse of shoregrass, and unzipped and unsnapped my shorts. My pussy was aching to be touched.

“I love it when she rubs her pussy with mine,” I murmured, laying back in the sand and sliding my hand down into the V of my shorts. “Her little clit kissing mine like that…”

“Mmmm…yeah… more…” TJ’s breath came faster through the phone, in short, hard bursts.

“I watched her ride me like that,” I went on, my fingers finding the already wet, aching bud of my clit and rubbing it. “Her breasts in my hands, her nipples so hard… her breath coming faster…”

“Faster…” He urged, groaning softly.

“Yes…” My fingers rubbed faster, my hips moving with the motion, as I remembered Gretchen’s wetness against mine. “Her pussy rubbing there…soooo wet…soooo good…all that pink, hot flesh… again…and again…”

“Oh fuck, Ronnie!” TJ gasped and I knew he was close. Just the sound of his voice sent me straight to the edge and my nipples hardened and tingled under my t-shirt.

“That’s how she came for me,” I whispered, slipping my fingers deeper into my pussy. “Just like that.”

“Ohhh god, yeah, make her come.”

“Riding my pussy with hers, fucking me…” I fucked myself faster, deeper, harder, whispering my words to him as the waves crashed against the shore and the sun spread its light across the sky. “Giving me all her juices — I could feel them running down my thighs…”

“Oh baby! I’m coming! Ohhhh fuck!”

I made a soft noise in my throat as I listened to him, the growl of him making me shiver even in the dawning heat of the morning.

“Yes,” I whispered, closing my eyes, seeing him pumping his cock in his fist, him cum spilling over in hot waves. What a waste, I thought with a groan. I wanted his cum, I wanted to play in it, lick him clean, swallow him whole. My orgasm was a sudden, sweet surprise, and I bucked my hips toward the sky as I came, not bothering to muffle my moans as my fingers probed deep into my flesh, my quivering pussy aching for the hot, full pulse of TJ’s cock.

“God I love you,” I murmured as I cupped the heat of my mound with my whole hand.

“I love you, too.” I could hear the lazy, post-coital smile in his voice. “Did that really happen?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Of course, I hadn’t told him that I’d also had a bathroom encounter with Mrs. B… “Are you jealous?”

“A little,” he confessed. “But only because I couldn’t be there to watch.”

“Just watch?” I teased, zipping my shorts back up. My fingers were wet, and instead of wiping them off, I licked them clean, recalling the taste of Gretchen in my mouth.

He chuckled. “Well, I wouldn’t say no to an invitation to join you.”

“You’re really okay with all of this?” I sat up and shook out my hair-full of sand.

“More than okay,” he agreed.