Lesbian lovers make love by the sea

Sharon and Meagan lay side by side on the beach, watching the sun fade over the horizon. The air was warm despite the darkening sky; it was going to be a hot night. The sand was deserted as far as they could see in either direction — the public beaches were a few miles down the road, and tall fences conveniently blocked the tourists from intruding on the private playgrounds of the people who owned the beachfront houses.

Sharon reached over to the small cooler and found a large piece of ice, which she popped into her mouth quietly. Beside her, Meagan lay half asleep, obviously enjoying whatever day dream she was having — her hands were passing slowly back and forth on her bare stomach, caressing the tanned skin softly, reaching a bit fur- ther down and a little further up with every pass. Sharon turned to watch her, propping herself up on one elbow.

“Why don’t you let me do that,” she suggested, whispering softly. Meagan simply nodded not bothering to open her eyes.

Sharon continued to suck on the ice while pulling Meagan’s bikini top away from her breasts gently. The other woman sighed as her nipples were exposed to the warm breeze. The ice melting rapidly in her mouth, Sharon bent forward and clasped her lips tightly over the tip of one beautifully tanned breast. Meagan gasped at the unexpected shock but didn’t move to break the contact.

Smiling to herself, Sharon swirled the diminishing ice around in her mouth, pressing it against the rapidly hardening nipple. Meagan moaned quietly and, encouraged, Sharon sucked harder at her lover’s breast. The ice had melted into a pool of cold water in her mouth, making the nipple and surrounding breast glisten in the fading light as the hardened bud popped out of Sharon’s mouth.

Reaching back, Sharon found a few more pieces of ice. She slid one into her mouth, kept the rest clenched in one fist. Climbing to her knees, Sharon took a single cube in her right hand and traced it slowly around the circumference of Meagan’s untouched breast. When it reached the stiffened tip Meagan released a protracted sigh. Raising her left hand, Sharon let some of the melting ice drip straight onto the warm skin between Meagan’s rapidly heaving breasts.

Sharon held her hand above Meagan’s warm skin, slowly leading a trail of cold drops down her chest and onto her stomach. When the water reached the tender skin just above her bikini bottoms, Meagan cried aloud involuntarily. Sharon inched sideways, her left hand continuing its journey to one of Meagan’s thighs. The ice in her mouth was nearly gone, so she found more with her free hand and grinned as it disappeared.

Meagan, eyes closed but realizing that her lover’s hands were busy, pushed her bikini off impatiently. The tops of Sharon’s breasts brushed against the out- side of Meagan’s thigh as she leaned forward, trailing her dripping hand past Meagan’s knee. Meagan’s legs spread wide on their own accord and Sharon could almost feel the heat emanating from their juncture. Smiling wickedly to herself, Sharon bent forward and set her lips around Meagan’s clit, placing her freezing tongue directly on the tender bundle of nerves.

Meagan cried out again and clenched her hands in the sand, thrusting her midsection up at her lover’s face. The ice in Sharon’s hand had disappeared by now and she swung herself around between Meagan’s knees, rubbing her cold, wet hands across the hot skin of Meagan’s legs.

Craning her neck further, Sharon thrust her tongue directly into Meagan’s heated sex. Meagan’s buttocks rose from the towel as she arched her back, driving herself against the cold organ inside her. Sharon’s tongue didn’t stay cold for long; however. She felt her mouth growing rapidly warmer as Meagen writhed uncontrollably on the towel.

In only seconds Meagan was gasping uncontrollably, twisting and grinding her nether region against Sharon’s invading mouth. Her entire lower body was in the air, propped up by her kneeling lover’s arms and shoulders. Sharon drove as deep as she could with her tongue, one hand reaching around to caress the quivering clit above her mouth. Meagan gave one more long cry as she came, actually squeezing Sharon’s tongue for a moment with her inner muscles. When Sharon finally released her, Meagan lay on the towel, an occasional tremor rolling through her body.

“That was wonderful,” Meagan said, finally opening her eyes.

Sharon smiled, looked around to find that they were still all alone. “Am I going to get a turn?” she asked, nipping lightly at Meagan’s still-hard nipple.

Meagan wiggled teasingly, rolling up onto her side. “That depends,” she said. “Is there any ice left?”