by lowering that leg to the sand and relaxing my knee, inviting him in. His fingers trace the line of my panties, skimming over the top; I’m writhing beneath him pushing my hips up to grind against his hand. Finally, pulling the elastic back at the top he slips his hand inside, mirroring my movements with slow, firm circles against my clitoris.
The anticipation is infuriating, quickly running my hand down his arm until I meet his, covering it with my own I push his finger inside of me, “uhhhh” I moan loudly, the feeling making me shiver with delight.
“Ssshh” he warns, stilling his fingers while he takes a quick glance around ensuring we are not about to get spotted. Satisfied we are still alone he pushes now two fingers deep into me, stifling my noise with a passionate kiss. His fingers sliding in and out, twisting them round as he goes; I’m thrusting my hips against his hand eagerly, digging my nails into his back, “more” I manage to murmur into his kisses. He drives another finger inside me, not what I was going for, but I’m not complaining. As his thumb find my clitoris I start to thrust harder against him, I recognise the buildup of tension and I crave its release. Grabbing his wrist I take control moving it faster, I can’t concentrate on kissing anymore so I throw my head back into the sand, Carlos moves back to my breasts instead, taking my nipple now with his teeth, biting down just hard enough to intensify the pleasure, I let go of his wrist, letting him continue what I started, as my fingers and toes scrunch up, I let my orgasm take hold, my mouth open in a silent scream. As the sensation dies down I’m left shaking, my cheeks flushed and a huge smile on my face. He doesn’t remove his fingers straight away, instead waiting until the muscles inside me stop clenching. Leaning down he plants a light kiss on my lips, “shall we take this somewhere a little more private?” he whispers to me.
Oh my, that wasn’t it?
Strolling back across the sand, his arm draped over my shoulders, I’m still grinning. I can feel sand wedged into every possible place, but I just don’t care. We are sharing a comfortable silence, interrupted only by the breaking waves and gulls flying overhead. In the distance, back at the resort, you can just about make out the faint tinkling of the band he had suggested we see tonight, so much for that!
As we reach the edge of the sand where it meets the path I stop “I’ll be needing my shoes back now” I suggest, nodding towards them hanging off his finger.
“Will you now?” he asks, trouble written all over his expression. With that he bends and scoops me into his arms.
“EEK!” I screech as my legs are swept out from under me. I throw my arms round his neck giggling, and plant a quick kiss on the end of his nose.
“Well lead the way then Mr…..Oh, Carlos, what’s your surname?” I ask suddenly embarrassed by my oversight, well on the plus side at least I got it in before we slept together!
“It’s Johnson.” He replies matter of factly, not breaking his stride.
“Johnson?” I quiz him, “that’s not very Mexican?”
“Mexican?” he almost shouts it, clearly taken aback, “you think I’m Mexican?”
“Well sort of, I couldn’t place your accent, but then you live and work here and speak the language fluently, so I don’t know….I guess I just assumed?” I say feeling really sheepish now; he’s not angry, but clearly bemused by my apparent naivety.
“Well I guess technically I ampart Mexican, as I was born here, but my great grandparents and grandparents were English and moved here some seventy years ago; my dad was the first generation to be born here and he married and American, my mother, and they had me. So if you want to be exact, I am 1/3 English, 1/3 American and 1/3 Mexican by chance of location only.” He explains it slowly as if he has never had to put it into words before; it makes me feel even more foolish, despite the fact that, by his own admission, I am technically correct!
“Well that’s a bit of a let down” I say cheerily, “I’d never had a Mexican before, I thought I was going to get to cross it off the list tonight” I give him a playful pout, his mouth drops open