from the sand. “Want me to do you?”
My thoughts went something like this: Yes! Yes! God yes, I want you to do me, right here on your private beach!
If I let him put his hands on me, I would not be able to stop help myself. I’d throw myself at him faster than a swagman would throw a jumbuck into a tucker bag.
Instead, I used the last shred of willpower I had left and said, “No, I’m good. I never burn.”
That was a big fat lie. Just like everything else in my life right now.
Joel
I carried my board and the tent down the beach while Nicole carried Jackson in his carrier along with a bag of towels and supplies. He was a much better daytime sleeper than at night and he didn’t even make a sound other than his little snores. We got the tent up in minutes and with the breeze, it was nice and cool under there.
I wasn’t sure if my plan of trying to get her all hot and bothered was working but damn, it was working on me. When she was rubbing lotion on my back, I swear I thought my cock would just rip my pants off and try to take her there on the sand. If I was going to surf with Nicole, then I definitely couldn’t wear any more swim trunks with Velcro. Except maybe a pair made out of steel or thorns or something.
She seemed like she was attracted to me, but she hadn’t made a single move. As her employer, I couldn’t be the one to initiate things, or it would be weird forever. I’d just have to try harder so she made a move on me. Here goes nothing.
“What do you know about waxing?” I asked and was happy to see her eyes go big.
“I mean…it’s a great idea if you can afford it but you need a pretty high pain threshold,” she mumbled, bright red and not looking me in the eye.
I pretended I didn’t understand but I started wondering how she looked down there. Brazilian? Landing strip? More of a natural vibe?
“I’m not sure what that means, but I’m talking about waxing your longboard,” I said, and she finally looked me in the eye.
“What? You do that? Doesn’t it hurt?”
Now I was confused. “Um, you wax your surfboard so it has a surface that your feet can grip.”
“Oh! Wax your surfboard. Yes, of course,” she said, nodding her head and going even redder in the face.
“We’ll put you out on a longboard since you’re new. When you start off, you generally get a board that’s at least three feet taller than you. This one should work.”
I pointed to the board and pulled a piece of special wax out of the bag we’d brought down. Of course, it was called Sex Wax. “Care to wax it up? Just on the top side. You can rub it side to side and then go from top to tail.”
Nicole nodded and took the skirt thing from around her waist and dropped it in the bag. Damn. That ass…
She took the wax from my hand and leaned over the board. She rubbed it in nice long strokes, eyes focused on her work.
“That looks great. Perfect. Couldn’t be any better,” I encouraged. She didn’t have to know I was talking about her ass.
I walked around to the other side and I swear that little bikini top had shrunk on the walk down here. Her tits were swaying from side to side as she rubbed the board and I thought about what it would be like to untie that little knot on her bikini top and watch it fall to the sand, leaving her completely bare. I could almost feel my tongue on her nipple. And my teeth.
Rip. My Velcro was straining. Dammit.
Nicole rocked back on her knees. “There’s that noise again.”
“Sand crabs sometimes make that noise in their little holes,” I said and turned my back on her to pat the Velcro back down. “I think it’s part of their mating ritual. Anyway, that’s enough wax. Before we hit the water, we should practice here on the sand.”
I laid down on the board and showed her how to paddle, then pop up on the board without losing your balance.
“Show me again,” she said, and I swear she licked her lips a little. I think maybe she’d caught on to my game and had started playing with me.
I showed her another two times and then