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No. 161800
>>161784
Here's the 2nd part. Not finished cause bird thread died but here some of it. Hopefully guy comes back and finish rest of it.
>All throughout the morning after, you tried to apologize for what happened last night
>You just felt so guilty, losing your self control like that.
>Surprisingly, she was actually kind of... cool with it.
>She said that she knew what was going on with you, that she knew that you were just "curious".
>In the end, she never really got mad at you. Nor did she threaten to tell mom
>You don't know if that made things better or worse.
>Speaking of mom, she announced a slight delay not too long ago
>Apparently, her plane had some serious engine trouble, and they had to turn all the way back and wait until the next available plane could take her flight
>In other words, it was another two days you and Pavita had together, on top of three already planned.
>Needless to say, you two had a lot more time to kill
>And for you, that normally meant some video games
>Just as you were about to turn on your TV, Pavita waked in
>"Hey nino." She said, her voice still bearing an affectionate warmth. 'Whatcha up to?"
>Oh, hi Ms P. Yeah, I was just about to play some games...
>"What, on a beautiful day like this?" she asked incredulously, but still bearing a smile. "C'mon papi. We've got five days! Staying cooped up in here doesn't sound all too fun to me. How about you?"
>Well, okay... what exactly do you have in mind?
>Almost without hesitation, she replied: "You have swim-trunks?"
>Uhh, yeah, why?
>"Sunscreen?"
>Yeah...
>"Twoels?"
>Yep.
>"Then it's off to the beach!"
>.... okay.
>Halfway there, you were still a little... perplexed, to say the least about Pavita's sudden urge to hit the beach.
>Apparently, she hadn't even brought swimwear.
>Which of course, both of you had failed to bring up at that point.
>Uhhh, ms P, did you bring a bathing suit?
>"... *Pffft*, ha! Oh wow, I really need to plan ahead for these kinds of things!. Well, hey, there should be some shops nearby. I mean, it's the beach, right? There's bound t be a few places we can buy a swimsuit."
>Like that one?
>You say, pointing towards a surf shop up ahead.
>"Sure, why not?"
>Ms P, did you bring any money?
>"Of course, papi, I'm not /that/ featherbrained! Can't say I blame you at this point though, right?" She says, giggling to herself.
>"Anyways, yeah, I've got money. Besides, it's about time I bought a new one anyways. My old one was kind of small on me.... "
>Minutes later, and the two of you walk into the shop's front door
>It looks like a decent place. Not like all those shops you've been to before, what with molding ceiling tiles and cheesy elevator music.
>This one was quite spacious. The walls and ceiling were nicely tidied up, and there was not a single barry Manilow song violating your ears.
>Most importantly, there was swimwear and beach gear for as far as the eye could see
>"Okay, sweetie. You want to buy something of your own, or stick with me?"
>I'll stick with you
>"Ah, bueno! Maybe you can help me pick a suit."
>You couldn't help but feel a little odd, surrounded by bikinis and other women's swimwear as you accompanied Pavita through the ladies section
>Quite a few caught your eye. Some bikinis that seemed to be put together only with string and beads
>There were a few one-pieces that looked more like a single band wrapped around several times
>For a few fleeing seconds you imagined what Pavita would look like in them
>You noticed you started to feel a little warm...
>Stop it. Just stop
>As if you're not going to see her a in a swimsuit anyways.
>"Hey sweetie, mind helping me fit these?" she said with a few choice suits tucked in her arm.
>Alright.. wait what do you mean, "Help you fit..."
>"Shh, this way, papi.."
>She lead you to the dressing room. There was nobody on the counter at the moment
>"Okay. Right over here." She said as she led you into one of the changing booths.
>How many did you pick?
>"Oh, just these two." She said, holding them up for you to see
>The first was a bikini, Uniformly red, but the front and back parts of the bottom were held together with a ring. The same went for the top, as both cups were also tied to a similar gold ring. Both cups seemed a little small for her, narrow more than anything.
>The second one was white. it was a simple sling bikini. The back was laced together, while the front remained unadorned.
>"Which one should I try on first?"
>Uhh, the red one.
>"Okay."
>Alright, so I'll be outsi-
>"Oh no you won't, sweetie."
W-wiat, what?!
>"Didn't you say you were gonna fit these, sweetheart?"
>I-uh.. you mean you're gonna
>"Oh, come on..." she says with the silkiest, smoothest voice you've ever heard. It's not like you haven't seen them before..
>Look I said I was... wait... Ms P, please don;t tell me you're just trying to tea-... oh my-... wait...
>Right in the middle of your sentence, and she's already unhooking her bra
>You're left utterly speechless as she throws her bra to the side, revealing her beautiful bounty yet again.
>You began to shake just a little as she pulled her panties down.
>She certainly took her time in pulling them down her legs...
>Her breasts jostle together as her arms lower, and the A/C has made her nipples long and stiff
>You're practically drooling just looking at them
>"Alright.. so the red one first?" she says teasingly
>You're still completely overtaken with excitement, almost too much for you to speak. All you can do is nod your head.
>"You look a little shaky there, sweetie.." she coos as she pulls the bikini bottom up, shaking a little to and fro so that her now dangling breasts wobbled with her movements
>Suddenly, you find that you can contain your urges no longer
>M-Ms P...
>"Yes, sweetie?"
>C-can I... y'know....
>"They're right here, papa." She coos as the bottom comes to rest its rings on her wide, luscious hips. "Go on, you can touch them..."
>You wasted no time in getting close to her
>She giggled and squealed with delight as your hands once again explored her bosoms
>You picked her left breast, lifting it by the underside while stroking it with your other hand, running all over its surface, occasionally pausing to knead it, her feminine flesh spilling between your fingers as you gently clawed into it
>"Ay papi, be gentle!" She squealed. "They're really sensitive..."
>You couldn't find the words to reply
>You were just so excited, so riled up by what you were seeing, what you were feeling...
>Pavita takes her bikini top in hand, while holding yours with the other.
>She hooked the top's back first, letting the cups rest on top of her bosoms.
>"I think I need help pulling this thing down... Think you can do that, papi?"
>Still shaking with arousal, you simply nodded your head, eyes still focused on the peak of her breast, erect and simply begging for something to happen to it
>You pursed your lips, getting ever closer to her...
>"Oh no no no, not yet little nino...." Pavita said teasingly as she halted you right then and there. "Help me pull these down first..."
>O-okay....
>She takes her hands away, raising them up to either side of her head. "Go on, sweetie..."
>Taking them one at a time, you grabbed the right cup, slowly pulling it down with your thumb over it, and your other fingers underneath, stroking her breast as you pulled downward
>Pavita's already blushing face grew even redder...
>Her breathing grew more and more shallow with each passing second
>It was contagious. Her arousal seemed to only fuel yours ever further.
>Eventually your hand met a stop at her protruding nipple
>"I-Is it stuck?"
>I th-think so... maybe it needs a little help
>You stick your tongue out, lowering it towards her stiffened teat
>"Oh papi, you naughty little boy.." She eked out, biting her finger
>You immediately fill your mouth with her, letting your tongue dance all over it
>She simply melts as your mouth pulls on her, gasping every time your mouth an especially hard tug
>Her knees were beginning to shake
>Your eyes begin to roll back, as your tongue flickers at her nipple, practically tickling her
>As you suckle more and more, you look to your left to see her other breast wobbling and bouncing as her breathing became more sharp.
>You couldn't simply ignore it.
>Yet you couldn't neglect the one you were giving attention to
>I guess this one'll need help too....: you say as you grab her other nipple, massaging it with your thumb, index, and middle finger
>Pavita could only moan in response, barely managing to whimper out a "Y-you'res such a sweet boy, papi... s-such a sweet boy...."
>You pull it into your mouth with the other one, sucking them both simultaneously.
>She began to whine softly, completely unable to keep her composure any longer
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