LLP-108 The Underground Model by Jean Sifton ... - OpenDrive

"Thank you," she mumbled, hating herself for not being able to hide the naked look of mutual yearning
that she knew was revealed in her eyes. The sun glinted down on the thick, curly hair on his tanned
chest, and his arm brushed against her body, sending a burst of electricity running through her that jolted
a flame colored blush of color to her cheeks. Her hand came up to her mouth; she could feel the warmth
of his skin against hers, and could smell his salt-clean body odor.
She was about to make a move to leave, wondering how she was going to get out of the water without
treating him to a full view of her nude body, then a particularly violent wave sent her body crashing
helplessly against his, with her head going under the sea.
She felt his strong powerful hands reaching under her armpits and lifting her back above the water. She
sputtered, the salt water gagging her throat, and he held her loosely next to him until the spasm passed.
Her breasts were now brushing against his huge expanse of chest, and the smooth roundness of her belly
was moving seductively against the flat of his. All at once Patricia was lost in the fire of the moment, with
every muscle in her body tensed and strained against his with an uncontrolled urgency. Mark's mouth
was on hers and she felt his lips pressing tightly, his arms encircling her at the same time and drawing her
with undeniable strength against his hardened body.
She could feel her pointed breasts being slowly crushed into his chest, and with a wild thrill of intensified
pleasure ... Patricia realized that his cock was already stiff and hard! It thrust urgently against the hairy
mound of her throbbing cunt in pleading back and forth motions, and he reached down and gently ran his
hand over the awakening mounds of her tits and down over her belly to the soft fleshy folds of her cunt
below.
Tiny goosebumps sprang out over the whiteness of her sensitive flesh, with her body becoming alert now
to the caresses of the magic hands that were stroking her flesh into a hot sheet of desire. God how she
wanted him, perhaps it was the heat of the day, combined with the freedom of a deserted beach that
contributed to her feeling of helplessness and yearning. Though, whatever the reason, she found herself
returning his passionate kiss almost immediately, her sea-moistened lips pressing against his and her
body no longer resisting its contact with his. She dug her fingernails deep into his back, just above the
line of his buttocks, urging him against her with a fierce and intensely demanding persuasion.
Mark felt her body squirming and thrusting against his with a mild surprise. He didn't expect their sudden
stormy encounter to arouse such deep unsuspected passions in them both, passions that could not be
chilled by the coolness of the sea water still swirling around them. He kissed her, shutting his eyes, and it
was as if he had kissed her many times like that before. His lips grazed her hair and the quivering lids of
her wide-set eyes, then he pulled away from her and bent his head, his hand coming back to her cheek.
"I know you," he whispered into her ear, "I know you so well ... even though we've just met."
She responded to him with another passionate kiss, driving the tip of her tongue firmly between his teeth.
She wriggled it all around deep inside his mouth, licking carefully at the back of his teeth and at his
palette, firing him with a desire to possess her utterly and completely.
His hands slipped softly down the curve of her back until be felt his fingers moving on the supple cheeks
of her small firm buttocks. Mark held them there for a moment, lifting the soft orbs gently, then began to
massage them, rubbing his hands firmly over the beautifully rounded globes and marveling at the soft,
sweet sheen of her taunt flesh.
They finally pulled away from each other, both breathless from their passionate struggles, and tiring from
the constant treading to stay above water. Unhurriedly, the couple swam back to shore, with Mark
leading her to a small sandy inlet, protected on either side with a wall of jagged rocks. When Patricia felt
the sand under her toes, she stood and ran toward the shore, and fell on her back on the floor of the