Page 35 of SEAL'S Baby Surprise
We brush off most of the sand outside because the gray water drain gets stopped up if you put too many particles down it. Then, we stop in the tiny walkway and shimmy out of our sandy swimwear.
“Let me get in first,” Austin says. “I’ll flatten out and make room for you.”
I slide in beside him and realize that this shower is so not made for two! I sit down on the closed toilet seat and discover that puts me face-to-face with . . . oh, yeah, you guessed it, first try . . . and it is starting to show signs of interest.
I have to admit, I am kind of interested, too. We’d spent the morning in and out of the ocean, so Austin smells like saltwater, seaweed, suntan lotion, and himself. Which are not bad scents at all — ocean, and clean-from-swimming favorite guy. In fact, it is a heady combination that is making me feel kind of melty down below.
We don’t even make out when Julia is at home, so it has been a day or two since we’d indulged in what was becoming my favorite exercise.
“Little close in here,” Austin says. “How about if I wash your hair and get you soaped up, and then we trade?”
“All right,” I say.
Austin pours a little of the Ocean Breeze scented shampoo that we all share into his palm and lathers up my head, neck, shoulders and back. Then he teases me by rubbing soap over my front. I arch against his hand like a cat; it feels so good, and I want him to do it more.
He doesn’t do anything rude with his penis, but I can feel it bobbing against me. My body gets all kinds of ideas about what he can do with it, and where it should be. Preferably right now, if not sooner!
But Austin ignores my signals, plus those of his own body, and uses the sprayer to rinse me off. “My turn,” he says.
I manage to stand up, straddling the seat. Austin squinches around toward his left, I move toward his right, and we make a kind of pretzel move that gets him sitting on the seat and me standing up.
I soap his hair and the short scruff of beard he has recently started growing. I make sure to give his back a good scrub, because there’s nothing worse than sand stuck somewhere you can’t reach.
It’s while I’m scrubbing his back, that I realize Austin is breathing faster and harder than usual. He’s trying to be good, I realize. He’s trying to keep this rated PG, to keep this as ashower. Only, I’m not at all sure I want him to be that good! I start rubbing slower and lower. Yep, I’ve got his attention, and he has mine.
This is exciting.
He’d not tried anything while he was standing up, but now that I’m the one on my feet, he catches some soap suds off him, reaches around me, and starts massaging my backside with his slick hands.
It feels good, so I move closer, so that I’m straddling his knees. I’m short, and he’s tall, so he has to bend his neck to blow softly through my pubic curls, setting off a riot of sensations. I raise up on my tiptoes, trying to get important things closer to his mouth.
Now, my blood is racing, and my respiratory rate is trying to match his. He pulls me to him, so that I am sitting on his thighs and my most delicate parts are rubbing against his hard, mouthwateringly beautiful parts.
My stomach is getting all sudsy-slippery against his belly, and our chests are mashing together. My nipples are turning into hard little bumps, and I know where I want that lovely penis he had been trying not to wave in my face just a few minutes ago.
I want it inside me.
I glance up at Austin, my eyes wide and my smile wider.
“More?”
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AUSTIN
Shower together,save water . . . Oh, yeah, great idea! Only thing is, I hadn’t stored any condoms in the shower. And the part of me that rarely has any good ideas at all doesn’t give a foil wrapper if there aren’t. In fact, it would be happy to take the plunge without benefit of a jacket.
Lee doesn’t seem to be worried about it either. Since I’d rubbed the soap suds on her backside, she has totally blissed out. I can feel her nipples harden against my chest, and our breathing has synchronized. All it would take to be inside her, would be to just lift her up . . . and . . .
I swallow hard. Julia is not a mistake. I would never call her that. Izzy and I were married when she was conceived.
But I don’t think Lee is ready for that kind of commitment, and I don’t want to get her pregnant just to pressure her into marriage. I’m older and more experienced, so it’s up to me to be the responsible one here.
Lee puts her arms around my neck and cuddles up to me so close I can feel her heart pound against my sternum. It would beso darned easy. She starts kissing me on my throat and under my chin. My skin is on fire with her kisses, and I feel like I’m burning up.
I’m happy to burn.
“Let’s get the soap off,” I say hoarsely, “Then we can do what you want. But let’s do it in my bed.”
