Caminah Smuts

Lazy Afternoon (Part 2 of 6)

It was almost 6 in the afternoon when she emerged from the water, the surfer gear was sticking to her toned frame as she walked across the beach, moving closer to the gate that separated the beach from their property. Having bought a house on the beach was definitely a plus for her. It meant no long trips stuck into the traffic of L.A. nor crowded beaches where she couldn't even walk, let alone find enough space to surf. She dropped the board by the garage, reminding herself to attend to it once she was done with a shower and dinner with her family.

Dinah padded barefoot around the house, reaching the backyard where she had installed a small shower to get sand off her body, not wanting to mess with the hardwood floor Camila had insisted to put everywhere. She unzipped the gear and threw it in the basket by the backdoor, before stepping under the water jet to rinse the sand off her hair and body. She was so engrossed in the warm shower that she didn't hear the backdoor slide open nor a familiar figure standing in the doorway, watching her with hungry eyes.

"Had a good time out there, baby?" Camila sat the baby monitor on the plastic table on the patio and sat down on one of the lawn chairs, watching her wife with lustful attention.

"It was so good Mila, you could go for a swim and I'll take care of our little princess." Dinah turned the water off and slipped her own swimsuit off, dropping the top and the boxers in the laundry basket. She reached for her surfing towel and started drying herself, not wanting to leave water stains all over the floor on her way to the master bathroom.

"Later, maybe." The brunette beckoned her wife closer, a jolt of pleasure ran through her body straight to her core when her eyes landed on the semi-erect member between the blonde haired girl's legs. Flashes of their morning together came to her mind, making her squeeze her thighs together to try and relieve herself of the throbbing in between them.

"Hi..." Dinah knew that glare so well that she didn't need to be asked twice; she walked over to where her wife laid and moved on top of her, making sure to bunch the summer dress she wore above her waist to find her completely exposed and waiting for her.

"Hi back..." Camila draped her legs over the arms of the chair, spreading herself wider so her wife could have a full view of her dripping core and swollen clit. "I've been craving you since you left earlier, watching you surf is always a turn on."

"So I can see, baby." The blonde scooted her downwards so she was flat on her back, her full erect cock slipped between the parted thighs to rub its thick head up and down the brunette's folds, parting them. "God you are so wet baby." Dinah rested her elbows each side of her wife's head, supporting her weight she kept gyrating her hips slowly to grind the length of her cock along the brunette's pussy, that coated every inch of her member.

"Get inside baby." The singer's arms circled the girl's neck, pulling her down for a slow kiss as the head of her cock circled her entrance few more before pushing inside till reaching the hilt. She closed her eyes and squeezed the dick with her pussy walls, knowing how much that movement drove Dinah crazy. The blonde haired girl moaned and started pushing her hips back and forth, dragging her cock in and out of the tight channel without pulling completely out; she kept her thick head inside to press onto the girl's soft spot, before sliding back in and rub her ball sack against the underside of her clit.

"Fuck Mila, so good." The surfer hoisted herself up on her elbows, her naked body slid up and down her wife's clothed one; her nipples hardened at the friction against the fabric of the summer dress as their breasts pressed together, her cock kept pumping in and out with a steady rhythm that was leaving them breathless.

The brunette pushed her wife back and out of her, hands reached between them to get hold of the hem of her summer dress before pulling it over her head, leaving her completely naked and exposed to her wife's hungry eyes. They weren't worried about people getting a peek, the high walls around the beach house were enough to keep them from indiscrete neighbors. The singer placed one lingering kiss on the blonde's lips before turning on her stomach grinding her ass back into her wife's wet cock. "I need you to fuck me hard baby..." Camila grabbed Dinah's right hand and moved it between her legs, giving her the hint where she needed to be touched as well.