Curves on the Topless Beach by Cassandra Zara Page B

the water.
    “I
hear the French sharks are quite vicious this time of year. Come in
and protect me from them!” he called to her. She walked into
the water, pushing it lightly with her hands, trying to appear as
calm and sexy as she could. It worked; she looked like a goddess in
the clear water.
    “You
must hurry, mademoiselle. The sharks, they are so fierce!”
    She
giggled and dove into the water like a dolphin. When she surfaced
near where she thought he would be, he was nowhere to be found. She
did a few circles, looking for him, and suddenly he surfaced next to
her.
    “Zut
alors! The sharks have turned me into one of them! Now I must hunt
the graceful dolphin!” He dove back below the surface. The
water was just deep enough and sandy enough that she couldn’t see
where he went. She felt a set of fingernails on her lower back, but
by the time she turned around he was gone again. Suddenly, he sprang
from the water on the other side of her, wrapping his arms around
her.
    “The
predator has captured his prey. The feast will begin!” he
exclaimed as he bit her on the shoulder gently. She cried out, and
soon his bite turned into a kiss. She could feel his body move closer
to hers, his cock standing erect behind her and pressing against her
swimsuit bottoms. He turned her around, and the two of them shared a
passionate kiss. A wave washed over them, covering them and making a
salty kiss even saltier, but they didn’t stop. He picked her up by
her ass and she wrapped her legs around him. His cock was pressing
against her hard now, struggling against her swimsuit bottom.
    “Now
I really wish you had not worn these,” he said.
    She
giggled. “By now I would be full of salt water!”
    He
smiled, then leaned in for another kiss. After the kiss, he leaned
her back and cradled her in his arms. “Now, the shark will
bring his prey home for the feast.” She wrapped her arms around
his neck, and he moved towards shore. As the water became waist level
again, she thought that he would put her down and have her walk the
rest of the way, but his huge pectorals bore her weight with ease.
His eyes were fixated on her, occasionally looking up to make sure he
was still headed towards the parasols.
    When
he finally set her down, they were back at the beach chairs. He
grabbed her towel. “Before I get these, you have to take off
the rest of your swimsuit.” His green eyes were dark pools of
desire, and she knew exactly what he wanted. She turned around, bent
over slowly, and pulled her bikini bottom down. She figured that her
ass, wet and bare, probably looked pretty welcoming at this point.
When she got it to her feet, she stepped out of it. When she turned
around, her towel was hanging on his cock, which was clearly hard as
a rock.
    She
giggled. “Give me that!” she said as she grabbed at it.
He pulled it away.
    “Stay
where you are,” he commanded. He walked over to her with the
towel, grabbed it in his hands, and gently patted her face clean,
then her breasts, then her belly. He moved to her upper back, working
his way down, until he was rubbing her buttocks. He got on his knees,
wrapping each of her legs and drying them off, all while her ass was
in his face. As he worked his way back up, one hand stayed on the
towel while the other hand moved up the inside of her leg.
    “Hey!”
she exclaimed as his hand entered her womanly area. He didn’t say a
word, and he certainly didn’t stop. Within a few more moments, he
threw the towel back on her beach chair and began to rub his fingers
in a circle around her slit. The circle became smaller and smaller,
until soon he had his fingers inside, gently touching her clit.
    She
smiled at him, and he came in for a kiss. She wrapped her hand around
his cock and started to jerk him off. After a few moments, he pulled
the hair off her ear and whispered.
    “I’m
going to lie down, and you’re going to get on top of me.”
    Not
a request, but a command, and she was already powerless to