Karen shuddered and moaned a bit, then stopped me and turned
around. Her breasts were red from my attention and her face was
getting flushed. Karen kissed me once, quickly, and then tugged
my bathing suit down. My six-inch cock (it may have been seven
then) sprang free from its long confinement and stood out proudly
as I stepped out of my only clothing. As Karen stood up, her
breasts brushed along my cock and gained a thin line of pre-cum.
She grabbed me by the cock, led me over to the bed, and left me
stretched out in the middle of the bed, watching her.
Karen walked over to the dresser and leaned against its
edge, next to the TV, which still played, ignored. She spread
her legs to show the large wet spot at the crotch of her bikini
bottoms. Then, she closed her eyes and began massaging her
breasts, tugging on the nipples and pressing the smooth globes
together with the sides of her arms. Almost involuntarily, her
right hand crept in little circles down to her navel, down to the
top of her bikini bottoms, down the blue fabric to run along her
slit. She brought fingers to her face, inhaled the scent, and
then licked what moisture there was free. The next time her hand
crept down, it slipped underneath her bikini. She put one hand
on the dresser behind her and raised her hips enough to slide the
bottoms free. I was exerting all my willpower to keep in place
and not explode right there from the erotic influence Karen was
having on me.