We hastened our walk, and finally, we arrived at much less busy streets. We paused our walk to catch our breath. “Gently, start by washing myself first.”
I sprayed shower gel on his body while he was still clothed. Most of the day was spent swimming in the clear waters and having a picnic on the beach. My caresses then moved down to his pussy, which I held in the palm of my hand. Sylvie was worried about seasickness. After getting off the boat, we had to walk 2 km to get home. She was wearing heels that matched her outfit. I placed a reassuring hand on one of her bare thighs, and her dress rode up slightly, just below the “playroom,” as they say in France. She was practically naked. Lathering the soap, I massaged his body through his dress. Her dress accentuated her curves. The way back was less of a problem. The way back was less of a problem. Finally, we arrived at the apartment.
