The flight was uneventful, but long. It left Abby and I both so ready to just relax and spend the night thoroughly enjoying each other. Our hotel room was absolutely beautiful. The bedroom windows faced the ocean, and the beach was a stone's throw from the door.
Thinking I'd be a little romantic, I suggested a sunset walk on the beach. Happily agreeing, Abby swiftly went into the master bathroom to slip into her bikini, while I jumped into my swim trunks. Just as I pulled them on, Abby stepped out of the bathroom in a thin, teal bikini that modeled her ample breasts and toned stomach and thighs wonderfully.
"All ready for our walk, Mrs. Welsch?" I asked, smiling at her new and improved last name.
"Why, yes, Mr. Welsch. I am." Abby returned with a smile of her own as she glided out the hotel door in front of me.
After a long stroll up and down the beach, we set a blanket down near the water, preparing for the sun to set. I sat down, and Abby followed, sitting between my legs and leaning back into my chest. The moment was perfect. We talked casually about the wedding and our drunken friends which attended it while the sky gradually shifted from blue, to orange, to pinks and purples. As dusk reached to horizon and the stars started to shine, I knew it was time to start heating things up.
Pulling my hands away from hers, I slowly traced my sandy finger tips over her hips and up her stomach. Moving one hand away to untie the bikini top behind her neck, the other trailed softly through her exposed cleavage. As the straps fell loose on her shoulders, I slipped both hands under her top and carefully encircled her hardening nipples with my fingers. I felt her head push back against my chest as a light gasp escaped her lips.
I continued to caress her attentive breasts until my clear arousal was felt through my trunks against her lower back. She gracefully pulled her bikini top away from her body while she sat up and turned to face me. Placing her hands seductively on my chest, pushing me into a laying position on the blanket, she straddled my waist.
Feeling my swelling member beneath her, she slowly grinded her hips down against me. I raked my hands up and down her exposed chest, grabbing and pulling on her hardened, pink nipples. Craving more of her touch, I sat up with her on my lap and planted firm, desperate kisses across her neck and shoulders, sucking on her skin each time. Moving downward with my kisses, and then steadily danced my tongue along her chest, lifting her her perky C cup breasts to my mouth.