"You're the only beachbum for me," I speak, my breath of words a waft of exotic perfume.You slap back at my hands. "Enough! Back to work. Back to skin...." Your slaps are unaimed; as fast as my hands move, you are mostly slapping at your own ass.I stay away, my fingers sliding downwards to the purity of flesh. You stop your batting and eventually relax, settling against the towel, spreading your thighs enough that I can cover the final few square inches of your bared skin. The tender patches. What followed was beyond my wildest dreams. It transpired that my lovely Auntie had something of a lingerie fetish herself. She had a large collection of slips, both full and half, and drawers full of silky nylon panties and sheer stockings. The day that she saw me emerge from her bathroom, red-faced and with a cock about to explode, continued in an ecstatic few hours of mutual nylon worship as she wanked me to completion, her soft blue slip encasing my cock. She herself masturbated through her. Don't talk to me yet I haven't had my morning orgasm. I don't do this every morning now because it is work and like I said I'm not a morning person. If I woke up in your arms every morning I would do what ever I could to get and give morning orgasms.I want to wake early on a Saturday morning when we have nothing planned but just being lazy all weekend. For some reason you are not in bed with me probably, because a story idea struck and you not wanting to wake me are off in the other room typing. I make a large O and he presses the pre-cum covered head of his cock to my mouth. I always open wide and try to take about 3 inches in my mouth before I close my lips on his cock and paint a red ring on it. He loves to see my lipstick on his cock. His pre-cum has a salty flavor to it. He usually gives me about 20 long thrust until almost all of my lipstick is on his cock. Then I get up and pose for him. My cunt is pouring now and he usually fucks me roughly doggie style. He always stops before.