Protection (closed)

Leaning back in my chair, watching the animated looks on your face as you talk to Molly; from your end of the conversation, it sounds like Alex and Becky, and I'm sure Maria too, have been spoiling her as you tell her to slow down with everything she has been doing since we've only been gone for barely 48 hours.

The waiter stops by and refills our glasses, with an appreciative smile at your figure, nicely displayed in your sun dress. I've noticed how all the waiters seem to stand in corners of this little restaurant where they have a good view of the patrons.
 
“Really? Alex took you to the movies and Maria and Sam took you bowling?” I ask, entertaining a little girl who is completely over the moon with her step siblings. “Well, did you tell them thank you? Good girl.”

I look over at you a wink as Molly continues to babble on. She tells me that she’ll be sleeping over at Maria’s a few times before Alex and Becky pick her up again. Everyone’s planning on having a big celebration before we all go on our family vacation. It seems that everything is going along swimmingly.

I glance up and notice the way the waiters are staring at me and I actually blush, glancing down at the way my breasts are hugged and displayed by my dress. Surely you noticed before we left and didn’t say anything.

“Well, you have a good time, Molly. Papa says hello. We’ll talk to you soon.’ I say as the conversation ends and I hang up the phone, giving you a look that tells you that I’ve noticed the little trick.

“Alan Davidson…I can’t believe you let me walk out of the room looking like this.” I tease, grinning at you.
 
"And such gorgeous breasts they are, my love. I don't see a thing wrong with what you are wearing. Here you are asking me if I will take you to vist a nude beach, and then giving me a hard time because you think I let you get away with wearing a dress that might be too tight for your 'tits' and one or two of the waiters just might have noticed." I know by the way you are talking and looking at my that you are enjoying every glance. "Even if they don't know for sure you are pregnant, babe, the are sure enjoying the tits that come with it . . . and you, missy, are enjoying every look that you are getting. Just be glad I'm not the jealous type, or I might have beat up a couple of waiters today."

Paying the tab, with a nice tip for our waiter . . . should have told him that his tip was looking at your tits . . . and walking out hand in hand. "OK, little girl, what's next . . . shopping for a new swim suit to wear to the beach?"
 
I glance up at you with a grin as you take my hand and we walk down the street together. “I think you just want to see my “tits” in a skimpy bikini.” I whisper against your ear, blushing at the heated look that you give me as I pull you towards a store that is selling suits.

I look around at the collection of bikinis on the wall, falling in love with a little red polka dot number. I glance over my shoulder and see you staring a black one that would barely cover anything if I put it on.

“Which one do you think I should get, baby?” I ask, showing you my choice but looking at yours as well.
 
"Babe, I'm fine with either one . . . go with the one in your hands. You're only going to be wearing it from the changing room to the beach anyway," I say with a laugh. Walking toward the section of the store with men's suits, I hold up two pairs . . . one with baggy legs and a speedo-type.

"Your choice for me, babe?"
 
“What is it with you and speedos?” I tease, giggling as you hold up the skimpy pair. “Go with the shorts, baby. It’ll be more comfortable.”

A quick kiss and I’m heading towards the dressing rooms, shimmying into the polka dot bikini, absolutely amazed at the way my breasts have grown in such a short time. Most definitely I’ll be getting attention wearing this, I think to myself, despite the slight thickening around my waist and thighs.
 
Once we are changed, and you also have a coverup to wear to the beach area, I get a storage locker to keep our clothes in while we head down to the beach with our newly acquired beach towels. I find the cabana that we have rented for the afternoon . . . a bit of protection from the sun with a couple of nice chaise lounges.

As we walk across the beach, we see that many of our felloe sup whorshipers have already shed their beach apparel . . . all sizes and shapes, all ages from 18 on up to apparently some in their 70's. Settling into our lounges with a cool drink, watching the waves lap over the sand, feeling the warmth of the Bahama sun . . .
 
“Wow, baby. This place is beautiful.” I say, in awe of our surroundings as we make our way into the cabana, placing our towels on our lounge chairs. “I most definitely want to go take a dip in the water before we leave!”

Looking at you, I can’t tell you how happy I am as we enjoy our little escape from reality. “Maybe I can even convince my husband to join me. I don’t think I’ve ever made love to anyone in the ocean before.”
 
"Never can tell what may happen out here," as I stand up in the back of our cabana and remove my swim suit . . . moving my chair out into the sun, waiting to see how soon you will join me . . . or if you will do it in stages, first the top, then the bottom.

With so many naked bodies walking around, it just seems natural to be sitting here naked.
 
I actually blush as I watch you walk past me in the nude. I know that we’re surrounded by naked bodies, but it still seems so taboo to me. I wait in the shade for a while longer before I get the courage to lose my top. Placing it on top of your trunks, I step into the sunlight and sit on the edge of your lounge.

“Would you put some sunscreen on my back, baby?” I ask, handing you the bottle that I picked up at the store.
 
"Sure," taking the bottle from you and smearing it all over your back, shoulders, and neck. "How about you getting my back next, babe . . . and don't forget those breasts, hate to get my playtoys sunburned."

Can't help but notice as you watch all the naked bodies walking by . . . "So are you mentally comparing all the guys to me?", I ask with a teasing voice.
 
I nod my head as you mention getting my breasts smeared with lotion. Watching all the naked bodies walking by, I’m completely in awe of all the different shapes and sizes that I see. Brought back into reality when you tease me, I look at you with a blush on my cheeks.

“You’re still my favorite guy, no matter what.” I whisper, giving you a loving kiss as I take the lotion and start to work your chest. I take special time to tease your nipples, innocently looking at you as I see your cock starting to harden.
 
"You sure want to live up to your nickname out here don't you . . . Miss Fucking Tease. This is a public beach, babe . . . not supposed to be hard cocks on display." Pointing toward an older guy walking near us, "Just think, in 30 years I'll look like that with my balls hanging down to my knees."

Turning on the lounge so that you have no choice but to cover my back with sun screen. I have to admit that the females catching most of my attention are the pregnant ones . . . something about that big belly with skin stretched tight . . . and the big tits that you just know are starting to store up nourishment for a baby.
 
“And in 30 minutes I’ll still be on my knees sucking that cock with the balls that hang down to your knees.” I say with a smile as you turn over on the lounge and I spread the sunscreen around, massaging your tense muscles as I take my time soothing my husband.

“What are you looking at, baby?” I whisper against your ear, noticing the way you keep staring out towards the beach every so often.
 
"Baby, I told you I'm one of those guys who find pregnant women incredibly attractive; so whenever you see me look in a particular direction, just look over and see if there is a pregnant woman there. I'm thinking about how much I am going to continue to be attracted to you as your pregnancy continue."

Once you finish my back and we spread some on our legs, "Now get rid of the bikini bottom and we will go for a walk into the ocean. I want to see some of these hold guys watching you walk along the beach . . . want to bet on how many cocks you get a rise out of?"
 
“You sure know how to say the right things, baby.” I say softly as I kiss you before I slide out of my bikini bottoms, leaving them behind before I take you hand and let you lead us on our little walk.

I can see glances thrown in our direction, a few women checking you out as we walk through the surf. I glance towards the gentle rolling ocean and then back at the beach for a moment.

“Let’s get in the water, babe. I want to go for a ride…” I say with a mischievous grin on my face as I give you hand a little tug.
 
"If you're not careful, you may get us kicked out of here. Didn't you see the sign in the shower rooms, "No Sexual Acts are Allowed"? Are you trying to make this cop a criminal?" I see there are more than a few guys checking you out . . . probably all the guys like me that like the pregnant chicks . . . those nice round, tight bellies . . .those larger than life tits that look like they are just full of milk and begging to be suckled. I saw a couple of guys actually put a towel over their laps when you walked by.
 
I look at you with a pout as you spoil my good idea. I know that we should do something in the water, but the idea is just too enticing.

“Well, can we just go for a swim?” I ask you, batting my eyelashes at you as I wait for you to agree. “Then we can mess around back at the ship?”
 
"I'm sure we can swim in pretty close formation, if you catch my drift. Just don't want to come out of the bay with a hardon that would break glass; besides, some of these old gals probably haven't seen a good stiff one in several years and we wouldn't want to start a stampede, would we?" That brings a laugh as we wade in to the water . . . up to our waist, then dive in and swim lazily toward a raft a few yards out that is current unoccupied.

"You doint OK, babe . . . don't want you to overdo it."
 
“I’m alright, baby.” I say as we get to the raft and I pull my upper body onto it, looking at you with a smile. “I’ll let you know if I’ve done too much.”

Leaning down to kiss you, I sigh as our lips meet and our tongues are instantly dueling with one another. God, could our sex lives get any better, I think to myself as I feel your hand caressing my ass.

“What would you think if I tried to seduce a woman to our room tonight? Would you like that?” I ask you in a whispered voice, purring at the attention that your hands are giving me.
 
Good thing I haven;t pulled myself up on the raft yet, although it would take someone with binoculars to see the hard cock below the water line right now. As I bobble in the water, my hands are wrapped around you, caressing you ass."

“What would you think if I tried to seduce a woman to our room tonight? I look up at you, "Are you serious? Got say the thought of that is very erotic. Just how were you planning on making this happen?" Still in the water in front of you, 25 yards from the beach, I lean forward and kiss your inner thighs.
 
"Not really sure. I was thinking about getting dressed up in a pretty dress and going to the bar to find someone that would work well with the both of us. Just thought you'd like to watch two sexy women In Your bed tonight."

I moan as your lips caress my inner thighs. I can tell the idea has you extremely excited as you tease me just a short distance from the beach.
 
"I know most of passengers are married and on their honeymoon, but I'm also quite sure that if you go after something, it will happen. We can talk about it more on the way back to the ship."

I know we are only a few yards off shore, but what you are suggesting does indeed have me aroused . . . my kisses find their way a little further up your thighs. I pull back for a moment, just in case anyone is watching . . . floating away and then swimming back to you, this time with a kiss directly on your pussy lips.
 
I moan, gasping as your lips pressed directly to my pussy lips. My fingers reach down to trace through your hair as I feel your tongue snake out quickly to tease my folds before you back away again.

Looping my arms around your neck, I slide carefully into the water again, my hands instantly reaching down to circle your hard cock. Jerking you off in the ocean wasn’t quite what I had in mind, but damned if it isn’t incredibly sexy too.

“Finger me, Alan. I want to cum with you.” I whisper against your neck, kissing you once more with a passion that surprises me.
 
Not something that we will be able to share with the kids, but maybe with Tom and Sarah, the feeling of your hand on my cock underwater is indeed sexy and arousing. As your tongue probes my mouth with your kiss, my fingers begin to probe your incredible pussy, finding your clit hard and responsive.

"You are an incredible lover, Michaela . . . you never cease to amaze me with your desire to arouse me. God, baby . . . "
 
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