Modified extract from a rejected story
Molly glanced around her to make sure no one was watching and quickly pulled her top over her head, then unclipped and removed her bra, exposing her large creamy breasts to the morning sunshine. She placed a hand around each breast and rubbed gently to remove the red marks caused by the ill fitting bra. She took the bikini top from her bag and slipped it over her head, tipping her breasts into the small triangular cups and clipping it into place at the back. In one move she pulled off her shorts and knickers, briefly exposing her before replacing them with matching bikini briefs. Settling down on the beach towel Molly picked up her book and began to read.
The novel began to tell the story of a woman caught between two men. There was Billy, a sensible, homely sort who treated her well and clearly loved her but he failed to enthuse her between the sheets. In contrast was Nick, a fiery man who fucked with passion and was always suggesting new ways for them to get horny together. Nick however, was a bastard and cared little about anything other than where his next fuck was coming from. The novel was absorbing and Molly soon found her bikini briefs damp with her own arousal.
Putting the book down for a moment, Molly tried hard to fight the desire within her and began the deep cleansing breaths she used in Pilates class. Unfortunately it didn’t make any difference and, glancing quickly to check no one was around, she slid her right hand under the fabric of her bikini briefs and reached greedily for her clit. Easing her legs wider apart Molly found the position awkward and so lowered herself flat onto her back and bent up her legs at the knee, opening wider to allow her hand full access. She spoke out loud, “The missionary position without a man” but no one could hear her.
Panting with desire Molly expertly rubbed her index and middle finger over her clit in a well practiced routine. Her flesh was wet and her fingers slid easily over this delicate skin. As her excitement mounted Molly moved away from her clit and pushed her fingers inside her cunt, hoping to delay the moment of climax for as long as possible. She could get four fingers inside but it was no substitute for a real cock and went back to rubbing her clit. As she felt herself getting close to orgasm this time, she dug her long nails into the flesh of her hood and cried out as her body shuddered and she submitted to the inevitable. In her mind she’d just fucked the bastard Nick, after all she asked herself, who wanted a homely sort if he couldn’t perform where it counted?
