Kandi’s a porn star. Berto’s a bartender. They’re in love. Everything is perfect except for one little detail—he knows nothing about her career. How long can Kandi keep her little secret and what will happen when Berto learns all about it?
We laid out our beach towels with care, making sure they were straight and side by side, arranged our sandals so they would counter the effect of any breeze that came up, and sat down side by side. That’s when I reached behind me, undid my straps and tossed my top aside. I thought Berto’s eyes would pop out of his head.
I gave him a sly smile. “They’re only boobs, Berto. Surely you’ve seen boobs before.”
“Yeah,” he gulped. “But they’re your boobs.”
I turned my back to him and handed him a tube of suntan lotion. “Do my back, okay? I’ll do my front. I don’t want to get burned. Then my nipples would be too sensitive, and they are very sensitive already.”
He giggled as he rubbed the lotion on my back. “Is this how it’s going to be with you? One surprise after another?”
Glistening with oil, I turned toward him. “Uh huh. Does that bother you?”
“Not at all.”
“There’s something you should know about me,” I said. “When I like a guy, I let him know. I don’t fool around. I like you, Berto.” I put my arms around his neck, pulled him to me and gave him a long open mouth, tongue-active kiss.
When we stopped kissing, he fell back on the towel, covered his eyes and laughed. “Oh my God! That was quite the nice surprise.”
I lay next to him, propped up on my elbow. “There’s something else you should know about me. I like going topless at the beach. I like the way it makes my nipples dark. But I don’t like being ogled. I mean, I do, but not by the person I’m with. So when you look at me, look at me, not my breasts.”
He stared straight into my eyes. “When I look at a woman, I look at the most beautiful part of her, which, in your case, is your beautiful face…”
That little comment sent a shiver of delight through me!
“…followed closely by your butt.”
I laughed. “Oh, you!” I lay on his chest and gave him another kiss, my heart pounding like I was a teenager in love. “Come on. Let’s go in the water.”
I grabbed his hand and we ran into the waves. My hot body cooled off in a hurry, but heated up again when I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I kissed him, leaned back and turned my body from side to side, slowly dragging my breasts across his chest. When his hands started to move toward them, I hissed, “Uh uh. No touching.”
He gave me a pained expression. “Are you kidding?”
I moved my head from side to side along with my upper body. “I demand respect,” I whispered. “When I say stop, it means stop. So, when I say no touching, I mean it.” This is very true, by the way. Sometimes, when I’m acting, a guy will think he can take liberties. No way. Even porn actresses deserve respect.
“If you think,” Berto said, “that I’m going to do anything that might jeopardize my chances of…um…getting to know you, you are very, very wrong.”
Well, I’m pleased to say that he passed all my tests. When he talked to me, he looked me in the eyes. He kept hands off my body, not even trying once to get to me. We kissed a lot. Oh, his cock was hard all day long. That was pretty obvious from the lump in his bathing suit. He must have been tortured, yet he did everything I asked of him.
I dropped him at his place around five, passing on his request for me to come inside. We had enough for one day, I decided, and I had to get to the gym.
When we kissed goodbye, I whispered into his ear. “Remember. Tuesday night I’ll have a wig on for you.”
That was going to be part of another test.
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