This story continues the tale of Jean and her young lover.
Excerpt
Jean shifted along the seat until her thighs were pressed against his and let her hand slide down and rest in his lap. She could feel his hard cock under his swimming shorts, and felt it jump as her fingers pressed against it. He turned slightly and pressed his lips against her neck, making her want to dissolve against his body. She sighed contentedly, closing her eyes as she pressed against him, her fingers softly stroking his cock through the material.
'I want you so much.' Steve whispered against her neck. 'I haven't been able to think of anything else since last night!'
Jean curled her fingers round his hardness, squeezing his cock harder. 'I want you too! But first I want some lunch.' She giggled. Being with him made her feel like a youngster again and it was an amazing feeling.
Steve laughed and reached forward, opening the box he'd brought with him. 'I thought with swimming and everything, we would want something light, so I just brought a few nibbles along with me.'
They sat close together, picking bits from the box and feeding each-other with them. Jean offered her fingers to Steve and he sucked them, erotically licking the juices from the fruit they had just eaten, his eyes locked on hers.
She snuggled back against him as they sat and watched the sea, watching the sunlight dance on the waves as they gently hit the shore. Her hand returned to his lap, gently stroking his cock, remembering how hard and thick it had been last night. She squirmed against the seat, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter at the thought.
She knew she would have to have him soon, she just didn't want to wait any longer. She pushed up from the table and reached over to her bag, pulling out the snorkel and mask.
'Come on Steve, lets go for a swim.' She said as she tugged her shirt off and headed off towards the sea.
