Tender Emotional Closeness This Spring Break

Catching Flights, and Feelings

New Year’s Eve was special, and Kyle and I texted on and off. Now that the ice melted from our frozen hookup, I thought about him often, and our tender emotional closeness. My Kyle and his sexy southern drawl got me hot all over again. His sexts were less frequent than before, and I figured he was busy.

An athlete like Kyle was busy with his legion of ladies on campus. I couldn’t knock him for keeping the women spellbound. Then out of the blue, he sent, “Where are we going, babe?” “For what?” I replied. “Our spring break.”

A short time after his text, he showed up with an extra ticket for me. He said we were going to Panama City Beach tonight! We hopped on our flight and soon were unpacking. “Don’t sneak into my bed tonight,” he warned me with a smirk.

Our tender emotional closeness had already been expressed before. As I undressed in front of him, I felt his eyes become glued to every motion I made. I stepped into my tiny fuchsia bikini and grabbed my YSL shades and winked at him. “Maybe, you’ll change your mind later,” I replied.

We walked down the warm sand and watched the partiers. Three drinks in, we found a group of boisterous coeds who were twerking and drinking. People were taking selfies, flashing each other, and getting crazy. I felt Kyle dance behind me, almost claiming me as his. He didn’t want any other guys to snatch his little Italian pussycat away.

I wanted to pull him in

As the sun went down, we followed a group to the big foam party. The blue and pink strobe lights swirled over his gorgeous tan body, and he grinded on mine. I felt my eyes close, and his swollen bulge rubbed on my cheeks. I felt his hands slip into my bikini bottom under the cover of the foam.

At that moment, I surrendered to his charm. “I want you right here,” I whispered. Despite the pumping bass, he heard me and brushed aside, pulling me closer and tighter.

The sensation of his large fingers moving inside of me lit my entire body ablaze. Kyle’s lips and tongue went up and down my ears. He kissed my neck and started leaving a large hickey while his fingers moved fast. The dancers were all under their trance, while he knew he had me where he wanted me. No one could see us, and they didn’t care once their eyes noticed his hands.

Kyle slipped my bikini aside and pushed himself into me. It looked like I was twerking, and the foam kept me covered. I rolled my hips and moved him in and out. The teasing became too much, and he pulled me back up. “We’re going to the room.”

The tender emotional closeness unfolded between us

As we were walking back, he stole sloppy, drunk kisses. Then we noticed the beach had mostly emptied. “Let’s go over there,” I said. The refreshing ocean air left me intoxicated, and I found a beach chair and some towels. Kyle lay back as I mounted him.

I placed the towel over my ample cheeks and rocked back and forth on him. We made out, and he pulled out each breast from the thin bikini triangle. They dangled over his lips, and he suckled and twisted them. I slid my bikini aside to finish what we started. Kyle held me tighter and left more hickies down my curvy breasts and neck.

I powered through the pain and moved faster until I felt my waves of orgasm flow down. The loud ocean waves mostly drowned me out, and he didn’t stop. He thrusted deeper, and I found myself tightly gripped and held down. When I tried to move with him, he wanted to drive me. As I melted into him and heard the waves crash nearby.

“I never want this night to end, Kyle,” I whimpered. “I don’t want you to leave me.” “Oh, Monica, I’m coming. Let me breed you, baby!” I squeezed tighter, and he groaned, filling me up. We looked over at the waves and went in for a little swim under the stars.

I knew I wouldn’t see him until summer break, so we had to soak up every moment. To soak up your own moment with me, read about my first orgasm.

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