I flick my nipples, imagining you biting them. Can you taste my skin? I need more. I don’t want to be touching myself, I want it to be you. But you�...�re so far away. I step back under the water and wash the soap from my skin then I take the shower head down. I turn it to massage and crank the flow up so the water shoots out in a jet. I close my eyes and direct the water at my nipples. It tickles and teases, like your tongue. Bite me! Suckle me and make me moan. I move the jet down and lift my. The main door opened, followed by the screen. He looked directly at my face. “Hey Quinn.” “Hey.” I replied just as his eyes noticed my attire. They trailed the whole length of my body as a little smile started on his face. He seemed a little confused, and at the same time knew what I was about. “What are you doing?” “Just came over to hang out. You?” “Just finishing a movie, come on in.” He had no couches, only two chairs with a table in between. We each took one. He preceded to watch the. God I loved his fingers in me. He was an assured prick. He was in my cunt, deep and dirty. How he liked it. Equally, how I liked it. The library, the bloody library, I realised, anyone could come, anytime.The thought was lost as I was coming, oh so quickly. My clitty was getting a treat under his thumb. The shelves were swaying. There was a bit of creaking too. I was holding on for dear life. God I got a finger fucking to remember. I had a you beaut tingly orgasm too. For a moment I was. I followed and found a tunnel through the rock. The sand here was damp and cold on my bare feet which was nice after the scorching sand I’d just crossed, and as my eyes adjusted to the gloom of the tunnel, I spied Jen standing in the exit of the tunnel, then heard her speaking to someone “…as long as you are OK with that” I heard her say to someone.As I approached Jen turned and told me there was already a couple using the beach but they were happy for us to join them.When we exited the tunnel.