Ibis by Leviathan Laroche (best summer books TXT) 📖

could barely see three feet in front of me. The roar in my ears was deafening and I didn't know if people were watching me or not and I didn't care! 

Johan was now sitting cross-legged in front of me, and I could see the nice big bulge in his surf shorts. I smiled at him with heavy-lidded eyes and reached up, slipping the tank top over my head and tossing it on the towel in front of me. Automatically I reached to make sure my top was on properly.

"I'll do it," said Johan.

My arms dropped to my sides and my nipples throbbed. Johan reached up and adjusted the fabric, his fingertips brushing over the swollen skin of my breasts. I looked around and apart from the topless girl, only the two surfer guys were watching me, and I had my back to them. They were packed up and ready to go but weren't going anywhere as they both smiled at me. I swallowed and turned back to Johan and checked my breasts. God, Johan had narrowed the cups and both breasts were bulging out the sides.

"Take off your skirt."

"Please..."

"Please what?"

"P..please... d..do it for me..."

"You can do it."

"I c..can't."

He slipped my thumbs under the sides and reached behind me, drawing down the zipper. I tried to ease the damned thing down but it fell from my trembling grasp into a pool of white cotton around my feet. 

Johan held my hand and I stepped out of them. 

"Run your fingers through your hair. Arch your back."

I did and it felt wonderful.

"You are so beautiful."

"I feel beautiful," I whispered.

"C'mon, let's swim."

Johan stood and threaded my arm through his and I leaned against him, my hips swaying as I walked beside him down to the water. I felt like I was on fire and my pussy was sparking. The cool water would do me good.

Once I was in there, I wasn't so sure. It was cool and refreshing all right. It screwed my nipples into tight little balls and my asshole contracted around the plug. My pussy was so hot it didn't make any difference, but the cool water washing over my clit made me shudder. Johan rubbed against me and caressed my ass before kissing me and swimming away under a wave. Then he'd run his fingers over my searing pussy, and swim away again. He teased me relentlessly. I was giggling and tried to get away from him and he dragged my bikini bottoms down my legs and off me. Then he whooped and held them aloft.

"Just can't keep them on, can you?"

"Give them back!"

"No!"

"Johannnnn!"

I swam back to him and kissed him softly, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my tingling skin against his.

"Please, baby. I can't go without them. I know they're practically see-through, but I just couldn't go without."

Johan just smiled and said okay.

"But on one condition."

"Name it."

"Wear only your bikini all the way to the car."

"I'll do it."

He handed them back to me and I was trying to pull them on when Johan took me by the arm and started dragging me backwards toward the beach. They got hooked on the plug! Johan was being rough and I couldn't fix them. The plug was being pulled in different directions and I was trying to get to my feet but I kept stumbling and losing my grip. 

In moments I was hauled out of the water and I stood before him, hurriedly readjusting my bikini bottoms and checking that the plug was in flush. I hadn't realised I'd pushed it right in before snapping the thong into place. I quickly looked around and three or four faces were turned our way, but I couldn't tell if they were watching. 

I blushed harder than ever.

"What?" Johan asked, noticing.

"I just made sure the plug was right in."

"You pressed it in?"

"Yes!" I squealed and started running for our towels, giggling.

Johan was on me in a flash and tackled me to the ground. I thudded into the soft sand and came up with a mouthful. I had white sand stuck all down my front. I turned over and brushed some off my stomach. 

"That was mean!"

"I didn't say you could run."

He shrugged and stood, then stooped to pick me up effortlessly and carried me back down to the surf and tossed me in. I turned over and dove through a wave, washing off the sand. Johan dove after me and came up beside me and kissed my nose.

"Now, are you ready? I'd like a drink after this, fancy a vodka?"

"Mmmmm... now you're talking."

I slipped my arms around him again and kissed him softly.

"I love you, baby," he said, before kissing me harder. I melted into the kiss and felt him pick me up again. He carried me out this time, water dripping from our glistening bodies. He put me on my feet again and took my hand, leading me up the beach. As we got up to the dry sand, I looked ahead and noticed everyone in our vicinity watching us. I blushed again and looked down. 

"God, this bikini is more like lingerie than swimwear," I mused.

My nipples were dark and hard and pressed forward rudely. I didn't dare take a look at my bikini bottoms. I thought I might faint if I did. I giggled at the thought.

"What now?" Johan asked.

"Everyone's watching," I whispered in reply.

Johan looked ahead too, and I wondered if he saw the topless girl brush her fingers between her legs. I wondered if she was wet. I trembled at the thought of her aroused by the sight of my body. I looked over at the surfer guys and they were watching with big grins on their faces. One of them hard a large hard-on and was scratching it with an errant finger. My skin flushed. I felt so naked and exposed and pointlessly clothed and yet safe with Johan by my side. The Ben Wahs clicked over and over and only stopped when I picked up my towel, shook it and wrapped it around me.

"What are you doing?" asked Johan, rubbing himself down and pulling on his t-shirt. 

"Getting dry," I answered, knowing it wasn't true. I just wanted to cover up for a minute. Just till everyone stopped staring. 

"Give me the towel."

I handed it to him.

"Turn around."

I turned around, facing the surfers.

Johan proceeded to vigorously rub me down and dried my skin, yet he was careful not to dry my bikini. He never gave me back my towel. He did have me lean forward a little while he dried my legs. The surfers were goggle-eyed and staring unashamedly. I looked over my shoulder and felt Johan twist the plug. I moaned a little and glanced at my topless friend. She was looking in my direction and had two fingers under the edge of her bikini, stroking her cunt. She lifted her sunglasses and looked right into my eyes. She slipped her fingers into her mouth and sucked them. 

I licked my lips and turned back to the surfer guys. The one with the big hard-on was squeezing his cock through his pants and his eyes fluttered closed. A big wet stain crept out across the fabric and he turned beet red. 

"Oh my god. He came in his pants."

I giggled as Johan straightened me up and I watched from the corner of my eye as the young guy quickly got his gear together and scrambled away in the direction of the car park. His friend was right behind him asking, "Dude, what's wrong?"

"Did he?" Johan asked.

"I'm pretty sure."

My pussy was tingling and contracting uncontrollably around the Ben Wahs every twenty seconds or so. My mouth was dry and Johan was taking my hand.

"Your sandals are in front of you. Slip them on."

I did as he said and started walking back up to the car park with him, holding his hand. It was kind of surreal and dreamy. The roar in my ears was a dull background hum again and I was amazed I'd managed to do what I'd done. My pussy lips slipped back and forth against each other and the click, click, click of the Ben Wahs was relentless, but I was exhilarated. We had to do this again sometime. Maybe I would get to flash someone. Actually deliberately flash my cunt at a stranger. I'd like to try that. A fresh rush of trembles ran through me. Could I do that? I could feel my nipples crinkling again. I was feeling good and I smiled broadly. We approached the Mustang and we were almost there. I'd done it! I'd actually worn that bikini to the beach. And I hadn't been arrested!

Johan walked with me up to the passenger side and tossed our things in the back seat. I was away with the fairies, pleased with myself. I shook the salt out of my drying hair and ran my fingers through it and brushed little bits of sand from my tingling skin. There were only three other cars left in the car park. Johan stepped in close to me, wrapping his arms gently around me. I smiled as he held me, his warmth spreading through me. As my arms encircled him and my hands caressed up his muscular back, I became acutely aware of his hardening cock against my tummy.

My body melted. 

"Mmmmmm...." I moaned softly, closing my eyes and clenching the Ben Wahs. 

He was holding my clothes in one of his hands, using them to brush any sand that might have clung to my back. His other hand caressed downward to my ass and rested on it gently. Softly squeezing, he leaned into my ear and the feel of his breath made the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I could feel my nipples hardening all over again. God, they ached!

"Take off the bikini."

I felt a swift tremble run through my body. My legs felt weak. I needed to sit down. Reading my mind, Johan's hand on my ass tightened and took some of my weight. I wrapped a leg around his thigh, crushing my wet pussy against it and moaning aloud into his sparse blonde chest hair. 

"Ohhh...."

He licked my ear and continued.

"I want you to stand there and do it. Hang it over the mirror again, both pieces."

I leaned back and looked up into Johan's clear blue eyes. I felt like I was drunk with pleasure. I was very slowly rolling my hips, caressing my pussy against his thigh. I swallowed. 

Then suddenly I was standing there. Johan had taken a step back from me and was leaning against the car, my clothes in his fist, resting on his hip.

I only hesitated a moment before the top was untied and in my hand and I was sliding the bottoms over my hips and down my smooth legs. I was trembling but smiling and my jaw was aching. 

The feelings were all crashing into each other and all I could do was giggle as I stood up. 

Then the spell broke and a panic raced through me. I looked around bit my lip. Wasting no time, I leaned over the door again to hang my bottoms and tie the top to the mirror. As I did so, Johan ran his fingers up the inside of my thigh and wiggled the plug in my ass. I gasped. 

"Oooo..."

He smacked my ass lightly and pressed his other hand into the small of my back, pinning me. He leaned down again, kissed my shoulder and spoke quietly. 

"My dirty girl needs a few quick smacks." 

He leaned back up again and before I knew it, a firm, rapid-fire 'smacksmacksmack' rained down on each cheek. It completely took my breath away. I could hardly think. The warmth spread out over my ass and my hard little clit tingled. I almost moaned. 

Johan let me up and handed my clothes to me. I took them and put them on like I was in a trance. I was buzzing. I felt like I could do anything. In moments I was standing there,