I was wearing a g-string. The band was ruffled, an ivory color with black polka dots. I could tell he liked it by the look he gave me as he let his ri...ht hand feel my pussy through the thin material. After feeling me with his hand momentarily, he leaned in and gave it a kiss. I gave a small sigh of pleasure as I felt the pressure of his mouth and the warmth of his breath on my swollen lips. As much as I would have liked for him to, he didn’t linger. He kissed his way back up my stomach, lifting. Oh no! I hoped he hadn't come back and seen what I had done. I had to get back to my towel so I was there when he got back. I quickly washed myself and got back to where we were sitting. Luckily for me, he didn't arrive back for another ten minutes. By which time the sun was no longer on the spot where our towels were.He looked a little disappointed when I said we should head back to the hotel, but I said I would make it worth his while, because I desperately needed to be fucked. That was all. Short cut-offs and tiny underwear. He asked me to grow my hair and he made me shave what little pubic and body that hair I had. And under my arms. I was totally smooth for him now. One evening he called me and invited me over. Was I available? When the phone rang I was masturbating, thinking about getting fucked and thinking about the sensations of taking his cock into my mouth and how it felt when he would take my hard cock in his fist and jerk it fast and rough until I came. I had been at. Anyone and everyone else? If they’re close to my age and willing, I’ll fuck them silly. The offer for you stands. You know you want it.”“No, I don’t. Not like this. You’ve been out of control this past week!”“Out of control? I had a lot of sex, but I’m totally in control. And denying your own desires isn’t you, Melanie Spencer.”“You need help. And you need Stephanie. Fix that, please, I’m begging you now!”“For the last time, forget it! The only begging I want from you is for me to stop because.