A Bead Travels
I’m lying on the beach next to you, and what a view! The blazing summer sun kisses your skin and bronzes it, leaving contrasting trails where the bikini straps lie. We both love how those tan lines look when different outfits expose the varying shades of tan—but maybe me more so than you.
You change positions, propping your upper body on your elbows, and I watch as a bead of sweat begins to travel. Gravity pulls it down between your breasts, past the small, half-hidden tattoo, and through the tunnel formed by your top before it glides down your abs. I love your stomach. It has survived rupture and the birth of two beautiful kids, and the scars stand as proof of your triumph over tragedy. That is sexy to me in itself.
The droplet reaches the low waistband of your bikini bottoms, which hide the essence of your womanhood that you share only with me—sometimes smooth, sometimes stubbly, but always tasty. I imagine how—if you weren’t covered—the bead would follow your slit, sliding over your hood to your clit and trickling down the inner lips tucked away inside. The taste and feel of them as I play with them to excite you suffuse my memory. I’m jealous of that moisture’s access to the regions of your body for which I currently yearn.
Suddenly, I’m hard. There’s no hiding my response to the sight and thought of you, so I take a dip in the water to cool off. Secure in the camouflage of its gentle waves, I let my hand dip inside my trunks and give my shaft a quick tug. But as soon as the chill takes the edge off my excitement and I know I won’t draw notice, I’m beside you again, watching for the next bead’s journey to begin.
What a beautiful example and expression of being “intoxicated” with one’s wife (Prov. 5:19 NIV). Thank you for sharing. God bless
Nice Story. I love where a bead of sweat may go.
I like this. Beautiful
This is, in some ways, rather subtle. And yet the love and passion comes through in this story! Beautifully written and expressed! It feels almost like poetry!