Arriving at the appointed time, I stood momentarily at the side of the cabana. Unsure what to expect, I slowly parted the curtain and there she was. My brother’s wife was waiting, kneeling near the edge of the daybed with champagne flutes in hand. Stella looked stunning in her neon green bikini. The three triangle patches barely contained her ample breasts and her mons.
“Hurry and get in here, birthday boy!”
I moved towards her, my arousal was poking out my shorts like a tent pole. My eyes felt as if they were bulging out of their sockets as I drank in the goddess before me. Stella handed me one of the flutes, “Happy eighteenth, Travis,” and we clinked our glasses together.
While we took sips from our glasses, she reached out and rubbed her hand along the length of my pole. Stella pressed herself against me, lightly brushing her breasts across my bare chest. She placed her hand on the back of my head, pulling me toward her, and as we kissed she shared the liquid grape in her mouth. Stella broke the kiss, pulled back slightly and emptied her glass. I drained my glass, and when I finished, she took the glass from my hand. I watched as she scooted across the bed on her knees, the bikini bottom material disappeared between her firm butt cheeks. I felt my boner twitch as she bent lower than necessary and placed the glasses on the small table.
She scooted back, her breasts swaying, nearly popping free of the barely there bikini top. Her rock hard nipples pressed against my chest as she kissed me. I reached behind her and pulled the strings to her bikini top loose as our kiss became more inflamed with each passing moment. Moving my hands up her back, I pulled her tightly against me as I untied the strings behind her neck.
Stella kissed her way down my neck as she took my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and brought them to attention. Her bikini top fell free as she slowly kissed her way down to my chest, replacing thumb and forefinger with lips.
“Oh God, yes,” I moaned as her teeth gently bit down on the hard nub as she pinched my other nipple.
She switched between each nipple with mouth and fingers. After what seemed like several minutes, her kisses and licking slowly moved down my abdomen. Her tongue swirled around my “innie.”
Her hands moved over my hips and pushed me away from the bed. She moved to a sitting position and hooked her fingers in the waistband of my shorts. Stella yanked them down and the circumcised cock head slapped her cheek.
“Mmm, you’re so much bigger and thicker than your brother.”
I watched as her hand cupped my scrotum in her palm and when her tongue touched the base of my cock, I groaned out. She licked up and down the long shaft, gently kissing and licking the tip each time. Her tongue swirled around the shaft, making it slick. Her hand gently rolled my scrotum while lightly squeezing.