Hi everyone, I am a 24-year-old bisexual Swedish girl, and I am a big fan of MetArt. There are a lot of sexy girls! I want to share with you a true story of mine. I love having sex in public. Love, Eva J
It was a nice, sunny day so my girlfriend Emma and I decided to go to the beach. We were in one of those playful moods, laughing and cuddling all morning, the way you feel when the sun is shining and you’re on your way to the sea with a hot babe for company.
When we arrived, we found ourselves a nice spot further along the beach where the crowds thinned out, spread our blanket down on the sand and lay side by side. Our skimpy bikinis covered just enough to be decent. We turned to face each other and began to kiss – it was the kind of day where the heat makes everyone horny. With her tongue in my mouth, I could feel Emma’s hand gliding up my thigh, her fingers edging closer to my pussy. My juices tingled between my folds, coating my pussy lips.
It’s easy to get me horny – I love sex all the time and I can get wet from the merest touch. Sex is to be enjoyed, after all! Emma’s hand passed over my bikini panties and onto my belly; then her fingers delved into them, finding it easier to gain entrance where my hips pulled the elastic away from my body. I took hold of her hand.
“Stop. Not here,” I said. “Let’s go for a swim.”
The salt water cooled us down, and we dipped our hair into the water to keep our heads cool too. After a while, we came back to our spot on the beach and I lay on my back to read a book. Emma was still in the mood for my body and she started to caress my belly, swirling her finger lightly around my belly button, then dragging it gently down to the top of my briefs. I tried hard to ignore her touch, but she ran her finger down onto my thighs and then let her hand wander back up slowly. I could feel my pussy moistening again.
Emma’s fingers brushed against my slit through my bikini bottoms – she knew exactly where to touch me, how to turn me on fast, and she traced the contours of my pussy lips and clit deftly with her fingernail. I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. But there were enough people on the beach to make it very public, so I turned to face her, clamping my legs closed.
Emma draped a towel over my hips and put her hand underneath, her fingers finding my ass and squeezing it sensually.
“Stop it!” I said. “Not here! Are you crazy?”
“It’s okay,” Emma smiled. “I just want to feel how wet you are,” and her fingers crept inside my bikini. I parted my legs just enough to let Emma touch my clitoris, and when her fingers stroked me softly, I couldn’t stop myself from moaning loudly and parting my legs further. Emma laughed.
“You are very wet. Are you horny, darling?”
She began to pull down my bikini bottoms and I lay back and lifted my ass to make it easier for her. I lay under the towel, my bikini now down around my ankles, and spread my knees, flattening them against the sand. Emma slid two fingers easily into my wet hole and toyed her thumb over my clit. She knew exactly what to do with my pussy, finger fucking me expertly, my juices coating her hand and my thighs and ass.
“I like you when you’re horny,” she whispered in my ear. “Do you think you can come here with all these people around us?”
“Don’t stop,” I breathed. “Play with my clit. I need to come.”
Her fingers encircled my clit, grinding around and around, squeezing it between them and rolling back my hood until the rough towel grazed my tender flesh. I was going to explode, but it was hard to really let go, knowing so many people were close by. I stole a glance around us and saw a woman watching us. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, very glamorous. She smiled sexily at me and kept watching. I lay back and closed my eyes, suddenly thrilled by this beautiful voyeur enjoying the sight of my imminent orgasm.
“Finger me harder,” I gasped, and Emma slipped two fingers back inside me. “Fuck me, fuck me!” I moaned, feeling my orgasm tear through me. My body convulsed and I bit back a yell of pleasure – it was amazing!
When I had regained my senses, I asked Emma how she was doing.
“How do you think? I’m so fucking wet. Let’s go home, I want you to lick me out.”
So I pulled on my bikini panties and we started to get our things together, quickly. And that was when my audience came over.
“That was some performance,” she said to us both with a smile. “You made me very wet. Here’s my number, call me if you want to find out how wet you can really make me.”
As she walked away, Emma and I admired the sight of her tanned body – she had a great ass! When we got home, it didn’t take long for Emma to come, holding my head as I lapped at her very wet pussy. Maybe we will call that woman, and if I find out how wet we can make her, I will let you know…
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