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From: jimmy@jimmy-hat.com (Jimmy Hat)
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Subject: {ASSM} <Dulcinea> S is for Sun Screen by Jimmy Hat
Date: Tue,  5 Jun 2001 08:10:04 -0400
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S is for Sun Screen 
Copyright 2001 by Jimmy Hat
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She rested on her stomach, with her chin nestled into 
the blanket and the underlying sand. Her arms stretched 
out behind her, with her palms open to the warm air. 
The sun loosened the muscles of her shoulders, and they 
were treated further to the slow rub of sun screen 
application. 

"That feels good," she remarked. 

"Wouldn't want you to get burnt," he replied. 

His hands moved down her back, slipping under the 
straps of her bikini top, working lotion deep into the 
skin. The sun was bright and hot, his hands were warm; 
even the lotion had been heated in its bottle. As he 
coated the small of her back, she moved one hand off 
the blanket and verified that the white sand stung with
warmth as well. Countless little grainy solar cells 
that bit the back of her hand and transferred the 
delightful venom of summer heat into her blood. 

Tiny bits of sweat formed where her arm met her torso, 
and she swung out the other arm into the sand to 
relieve the heat. A small bead of perspiration fell to 
the side of her breast, just as a dollop of warm lotion 
fell on her leg. 

"That tickles," she said. 

"I'll do better with the other leg," he assured her. 

"That tickled too!" 

"You shouted louder," he said. "I take it that means I 
did better." 

His hands rolled over her calves, and the backs of her 
thighs. She grew more relaxed as heat infused her 
limbs. His hands reached the tops of her thighs, and 
spread out over her hips and the exposed edges of her 
buttocks. A greased finger slid inside the line of her 
waist band. Its twin joined it on the opposite side. 
The two intrepid digits slid along the line of her 
bikini bottoms, down to the juncture between her legs. 

"That's not exactly exposed to the sun," she said. 

"Not yet, anyway," he said. 

"It's not that kind of beach." 

"It's not a very crowded beach, either." 

"Crowded enough, tiger." She looked back and smiled. 
"We may need to get you in the water to cool off." 

"That's not a bad idea. I'm starting to cook out here." 

They walked out on the sand to the waterline, where the 
wet soft sand looked the same as its dry counterpart 
under the crystal clear water. As they eased in, the 
water grew deeper, and changed color as well, first to 
turquoise, then lapis lazuli, and then sea blue. She 
dove under the water first, getting her hair wet, 
swimming away from him below the surface. He pursued, 
pulling himself with his stroking arms, kicking out 
with his legs.

Reunited, they rose for air. The sun on her shoulders 
was warmer than the water around her ankles. She tasted 
the salt water on her lips. 

"Salty," she said, brushing her wet hair back over her 
head. 

"Let me see," he said. His lips pressed against hers. 
"Mmm. Like a salt water taffy." Their buoyant bodies 
gravitated together in the water.

"That doesn't feel like a taffy," she said. They kissed 
again. Her body was greasy in the water, coated with 
sun screen. His hands glided quickly across her back. 
Their limbs slid past each other in a slippery embrace. 

Breaking off the embrace, she swam away from him. He 
moved quickly through calm water and took hold of her 
waist. He pulled the two of them together, and her ass 
bumped against his erection. 

"No taffy at all," she said. 

His hands moved up her sides before taking hold of her 
nearly free-floating breasts. Hard nipples poked the 
wet fabric of her bikini top. He let his fingers roam 
over the soft flesh. Slowly, one hand moved down her 
slick body and down to the triangle of fabric between 
her legs. 

First he felt the hard pubic bone, then the soft flesh 
beneath it. His index finger found the top of her cleft 
and made a small circle around the delicate lips. 
Nestled between the cheeks of her ass, his cock swelled 
and almost pushed them apart. To keep them close, he 
pushed on her pelvis, squeezing their bodies together. 

Twisting in his arms, she turned to face him. "You have 
happy hands. Let me give that a try." She reached down 
and took hold of his stiff cock. "I thought these 
things shrunk in the water." 

"Not quite." He moved to slap her on the ass. The water 
removed all speed from his blow, however, and his hand 
fell on her tush as a simple pat on the backside. He 
kept it there and gave her ass a squeeze. His fingers 
clenched her suit and moved the fabric off to the side. 

She did likewise, maneuvering his cock under the 
floating material of his trunks. In water that made 
everything feel distended and soft, his prick felt like 
solid wood. She let her shoulders fall back into the 
water, until her floating body rotated and pushed her 
crack against the head of his cock. 

Roughly, he pushed inside. Once he was in, fucking was 
easy. All he did was move his hips slightly, and the 
restoring force of their buoyancy pushed back for him. 
It was one big water bed. 

"Oh, I'm going to come," he said. 

"Mm-hmm," she replied. 

Orgasm seized his body. Thrashing in the water, he 
exploded inside her. He found himself choking on a 
mouthful of water. 

"Are you OK?" she asked. 

"Yeah," he said, running a hand over his face. "Just a 
little water. Sorry about that, I kind of lost it." 

"No, it was good," she said. "Besides, with sun like 
this, I'm gonna need another coat of sun screen pretty 
soon." 

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END

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