Micro Monday, FLASH FICTION
Challenging Ricky
The fabric pulled taut between the swelling flesh and she enjoyed it’s chafing throb against her straining clit
Ricky lay on the beach as the sun began to lose it’s original, burning bite. The shadows stretched out long fingers from the parasols and stacked sunbeds abandoned in the last 2 hours. The breeze playing over her sun-kissed skin now had a cool edge, raising a scattering of goosebumps.
Her nipples became aching points under the fabric of her string bikini, but the cooling gusts were not to blame; it was her imagination, her anticipation. In the same way, at the cleft of her thighs warmth flared with intensity as she remembered the task Master had set.
Tickles of lust lubricated her pussy. A throb of excitement co-mingled with nerves.
Ricky cast left and right. Although the beach wasn’t yet deserted, the straggling sunseekers stretched out on towels or paddling in shallow waters were far away. If their faces were a blur to her, she felt confident hers was unrecognisable to them.
Loosening the tie at the neck of her halter-top, the fabric triangles slipped down, revealing dark, puckered nipples topping pale flesh like cherries on a cupcake. Doing her Master’s bidding brought tingles to their tips and coaxed slippery juices from her nether lips. Ricky drew her finger along the cleft at her mons. The fabric pulled taut between the swelling flesh and she enjoyed it’s chafing throb against her straining clit.
She wriggled her hips and tilted her pelvis. She wanted more. No longer caring that prying eyes might be upon her. Master’s instructions were to bring herself to orgasm in a public place and already she was close.
Biting her lip she strummed at her pussy, pressing and rubbing circles around her clit with the pad of her middle finger. It was a familiar dance which her body knew well. Clenching her pelvic floor and thrusting her voluptuous hips, Ricky was soon enjoying the heavenly throbs and pulses of an orgasm. It crashed through her system like the waves pounding the sandy shore, and she happily lost herself in its undertow.
Her arousal darkened the fabric of her bikini bottoms, while she struggled not to moan with the intensity of pleasure which throbbed through her system. To eke out the last wisps of pleasure from the orgasm, Ricky cupped her breasts, pinching down on each nipple. Master liked to keep her body humming and she thrived on rough treatment.
Re-tying her top Ricky gathered her towel and sun lotion, ready to head home from the beach. Unable to disguise how her juices which had stained her bikini bottoms, she was ashamed and excited in equal measure.
Fulfilling that challenge meant Master would now reward her with further orgasms. Just thinking about that made her nipples to ache and chafe anew so she quickened her step home.
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