As the sun bathed the picturesque shores of an idyllic island, Ava awakened to the gentle caress of the ocean breeze, her heart aflutter with anticipation. She cast a loving glance at Lucy, admiring her radiant beauty in the soft morning light. Lucy was again pulling at her swimsuit panties.
Oh, Lucy, what is it with you and my swimsuit panties?” my girlfriend chuckled.
I ran my fingers over the thin cotton covering her mound. She was sitting back on the bed, legs spread, wearing only her slay my lingerie beachwear panties.
“You know I have a thing for your beachwear panties,” I smiled from between her legs.
I traced the groove of her slit, feeling the warmth radiating from her pussy. She bit her bottom lip as I pressed the material between her thick lips. Her wetness seeped into it, darkening the cotton.
“But why?” she insisted.
I tugged on her panties, watching her outer labia peek out the sides of the frills. Without a word, I pressed my tongue against her panties, tasting her nectar seeping through.
“It started back in college,” I said.
Her breathing quickened. I stared up at her flushed face. Her nipples were rock hard.
“Go on,” she whispered.
“Her name was Jenna,” I started.
“Ugh, I hate ovulating,” Jenna complained, pulling her cotton thong to her feet.
I stared at her from my bed.
“Why?” I asked.
I loved it. When I ovulated, I was much hornier. And my orgasms were much more intense. Then again, I’d only ever used my toy. My travel mate , Jenna, was lesbian too. But much more outgoing than I was.
“Because I’m fucking wet all the time,” she huffed, pulling a fresh pair of panties on under her short dress.
She was running late for her date.
“But don’t girls like that?” I asked.
“It depends,” she said, checking her lipstick in the mirror.
Jenna checked her watch.
“Okay, babe. I’m out of here. Wish me luck. I could do with having a normal date for once,” she chuckled.
“Enjoy!” I called after her as she slammed the hotel room door.
I shook my head as I rolled out of the bed. Jenna was so rushed that she’d left her slay my lingerie beachwear pantie on the floor.
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