Katrina arrived at Pete’s around noon on her bicycle. The scene she lay witness to as she approached the house took the wind out of her sails. Pete stood by the barbeque on the front porch completely naked except for a pair of sandals and an apron that read, “kiss the cook”.
“Have you gone mad? Just how drunk are you?” Katrina asked in disbelief at Pete’s new found cavalier sense of dress.
“Relax, no one’s gonna see me except you. I thought I’d surprise you and by the look on your face I’d say mission accomplished. Why don’t you join me and get down to your bare essentials?” Pete asked.
“Pete, I’m not getting naked and I want you to put on at least a pair of shorts. You’re weirding me out, Sugar,” Katrina said with a tone of unease.
“Alright, alright, I’ll go put on some shorts. I guess we won’t have naked fun together. Take over the barbee for me while I go change into something ‘less’ comfortable,” Pete responded dejectedly.
Katrina took over the barbecue secretly laughing at the situation. She stopped laughing when she saw Pete’s reddened butt cheek. When he returned wearing a pair of cargo shorts she asked him what happened to his ass. Pete panicked for a split second, but recovered quickly constructing a story of how he thought it must be the result of him falling off his bicycle on the way back home from her place the other night. Katrina asked him if he put medication on it. He lied and said yes and that it wasn’t bothering him in the least – an even bigger lie. After they ate Pete asked her if she brought her bathing suite. He wanted them to take up some sun on the small stretch of beach that made up part of the property.
“Of course, you can always ditch the bathing suite and go au naturel,” Pete said.
“We’ll see,” was all Katrina answered. She reminded Pete not to forget the sun block and beach towel.
Pete and Katrina made their way down to the beach in their bathing suits and began taking turns applying sun block to one another’s body. It didn’t take long for the activity to veer towards the sexual. The warmth of the afternoon sun, the sound and smell of the ocean, and a light breeze all converged heightening the sensuality of the corporeal act. Katrina began massaging the lotion onto Pete’s back. She soon straddled her lover’s waist and kneaded his flesh with tender affection. The drowsy moans he sounded let her know her efforts were not going unappreciated. The sensuality and romance of massaging Pete on the beach provoked Katrina’s mood. After his back and arms were coated with sun block Katrina turned her attention to his legs. Kneeling in between his legs she made her way up to the hem of his swim trunks where she formulated an idea.
“Why don’t you take your swim trunks off so I can see the bump you took when you fell off your bike? I’ll add some sun block to your cutey patooty while I’m at it if that’s o.k.?” Katrina asked. Pete simply smiled and stood to remove his trunks. Katrina, still kneeling, ran her fingers along his leg and bit her bottom lip when he uncovered his penis. Once Pete resumed his position on his stomach Katrina squirted lotion on both his cheeks and began a grabbing, kneading motion. She had to admit, Pete’s patooty certainly was a cutey. Faint blond hair sparsely covered each bun, a small patch of which collected at the base of his back. Luckily for Pete, Samantha administered more than one hard slap to his ass the night before. The result didn’t look like a definite hand print, but a rather shapeless red tattoo easily passed off as a fall to the kiester. After a prolonged enjoyment of Pete’s butt Katrina asked him to turn over.
Before adding any lotion, Katrina crawled up to Pete and gave him a long wet kiss. She then threw her long dark hair over her head in order to run it down along Pete’s chest and abdomen. Slowly and methodically Katrina rubbed lotion all over her lover’s body while avoiding his hard-on. Pete just lay there with arms by his side and legs splayed savouring the experience. When it was finally time to coat Pete’s pecker with sun block, Katrina coated her hands with the lotion, placed both hands on the throbbing muscle, and began a slow up-and-down, squeeze and release motion. When she wasn’t overlapping one hand with the other as they travelled up and down the length of his shaft, she was gently caressing Pete’s balls with her lotion covered hands. After a short while Pete warned her to stop or else he would cum. He offered to do her next, but not before she continued massaging his cock for another couple of minutes.
When it was her turn, Pete told Katrina she looked sexy in her two-piece swimsuit, but if she wanted the same treatment it would have to go. Katrina hesitated and looked around the expanse of the beach even though she knew they were completely alone. Caught up in the moment, Katrina shed her swim suite, but stood covering her breasts and crotch with her hands, blushing heavily. Pete gave her a friendly laugh and told her to lie down on her stomach. Pete indulged himself much in the same way Katrina did. Katrina moaned drowsily just as Pete had. He took equal pleasure when he reached her buttocks. He gave her right buttock a playful slap and examined the small birthmark on her right butt cheek.
“The birthmark on your ass looks like a silhouette of that rabbit from the ceral commercials. You know which one I mean. The one who never gets to eat his own cereal and is told how silly he is everytime he fails,” Pete said.
“It does not!” Katrina shot out in protest looking over her shoulder with a frown trying to look at Pete and her butt cheek.
“O.K., whatever you say miss Moretti, but remember silly rabbit, Katrinas are for Petes!” Pete joked knowing it would provoke a reaction from his girlfriend.
“You’re incorrigible,” Katrina scolded poutily while turning over onto her back. “Now make it up to me,” she added with a grin holding out the bottle of sun block. Pete grabbed the bottle and paused to read the instructions on the back.
“Uh oh, Katrina! Looks like you skipped a step with this sun block. It says here before applying lotion to skin the body must be coated with a primer of kisses,” Pete said feigning consternation. Katrina giggled as he set the bottle aside and began kissing her feet. Pete found Katrina irresistible. Her normally dark complexion had bronzed over the summer and the tan lines that formed made her breasts and pubic region jump out sharply in contrast. As Pete made his way up her long slender legs he skipped her womanhood and indulged in kissing her taut belly. He dragged his tongue from just above her soft curls to over her navel. Katrina moaned in delight and whimpered when he made his way to her small, pert, upturned breasts.
While suckling his lover’s hardened, puffy nipples, Pete slid his hand down onto Katrina’s soft folds. Katrina involuntarily heaved her chest forward and widened her thighs while gasping in reaction. Pete had his index and middle finger running along the length of Katrina’s slit, hooking them inside her as he slid them down and pinching her clit in between the two digits on his way back up. In the throws of passion Katrina grabbed onto Pete’s shoulder, dug her nails into his flesh, and gently bit his upper arm. As the ocean waves crested and crashed on the beach so too did the erotic warmth now flowing over Katrina. She forcefully gripped Pete’s probing hand as she writhed and bucked her hips. Pete hummed along side Katrina’s whimpering and moaning as he felt her hot juices swell forth from her trembling sex. Her entire body buckled and arched upwards under the force of a powerful orgasm. “Oh my God! Petey, Oh…Oh…Oh!” Katrina yelled in ecstasy. She collapsed back down onto the towel, a warm smile and heavy eyelids signalling her satisfaction.
Pete reached for the bottle of sun block and proceeded to cover her body as promised. When he had finished he asked Katrina if she knew what the number 69 signified. Katrina responded that she wasn’t that innocent and that, yes, she knew what it meant. She told him if he wanted to try it out she’d oblige him.
“Do you have one of those flavoured condoms on hand?” Pete asked guessing that the only reason she would consent to give him a blow job was if she didn’t have to take his load in her mouth.
“No, but I still want to try it so long as you let me know before you cum so I can aim it away from me,” Katrina answered.
Pete lay on his back waiting in anticipation to taste the sweet nectar of his girlfriend’s honey pot. Cunnilingus was a new passion he had discovered when he first tried it with her in her shower the night before. An anxious Katrina climbed over him and grabbed his throbbing cock in her hand. Their lotion covered bodies glistened in the noonday sun. Katrina still felt unsure over how to go about pleasing her partner orally, but had secretly downloaded “better sex” manuals off the internet the other night after Pete had left her house and her mother had gone to bed. It was time to put theory into practice. She grabbed a corner of the beach towel they lay on to wipe the lotion off Pete’s dick. Simultaneously, each one’s tongues took tentative stabs at their respective tasks.