A little mild exhibitionism and control is fun.
A warm evening in Hawaii. We've had a nice dinner and a drink on our deck. We're a couple of floors up with a great view of surf hitting our beach. A gentle breeze is blowing your airy sundress. You head to the railing and I press close behind you, my arms wrapped around your waist. The breeze is cool and you snuggle back into my warmth. We're still...and listening to the beach sounds. I dip my head and place a kiss where your shoulder curves to your neck. I slip the left strap off of your left shoulder as I kiss again. You squirm a little and my right holds you firm against me. I trade left for right and let the other strap slide off the right shoulder. You shiver across the nape of your neck, as your dress slips to your waist in a bunch. My warmth is welcome against your back, but the chill on your breasts hardens your nipples.
You spy a young grounds keeper in tan overalls walking towards our balcony. I feel you tense in anticipation and I move my hands to your wrists, pinning them at your sides, continuing with little kisses at the sides of your neck. You struggle as he first looks up, his eyes widen, noticing you bare from the waste up, but you can't break my grip to cover yourself. I whisper in your ear that you're beautiful, as I let him look at you. He's trying to both look and be inconspicuous as he radios to two other men who start to move across the sand to join him. Your resistance gives way to enjoying the moment, and I whisper in your ear that you can tease them as long as you wish, but you can also feel the warm, throbbing in my shorts pressed against your back. How long will you stretch the moment?