Lana by R.K. Lilley Page B

since I was being too slow about it.   I glanced around as he covered my breasts with the tiny triangles of material.   I tried to look worried.   “Do you think anyone saw?”
      He glanced around, his face thunderous, ready to stare down, or possibly pound, any poor fool he caught looking.   But there was no one.   We were virtually alone, all of the other surfers far enough away that they couldn’t have gotten a good look.
      “Will you tie it for me, Akira?   I guess I didn’t tie it tightly enough.”
      He tied it at my neck without a word.   The triangles didn’t fall into place on their own though, so I was still exposed.   I made no move to cover up, so he did that too, moving the thin material over my hard nipples, cursing all the while.  
      I didn’t bother with the trick again.   It obviously hadn’t worked, so the rest of the morning was spent surfing and basking.   I spent most of it watching Akira.   He was so magnificent that I could have watched him forever.
      We didn’t get back to his house until mid-afternoon.   I used his tiny downstairs shower to wash off all of the sand and salt and sea, and Akira used his master bath upstairs to do the same.   I had toyed with the idea of slipping into his shower with him and seducing him there, but decided against it.   It didn’t seem fair to sneak in on him like that.  
      He was lounging on his back on his lived-in sofa when I re-emerged from the bathroom.   He was wearing some soft athletic shorts, black with a white stripe down the side, and nothing else, his glorious chest bare.   He didn’t glance up at me as I came to see what he was watching on TV.   That was fortunate, since I might have lost my nerve if he had looked at what I was wearing, right at first.
      I was wearing a micro-mini pleated red plaid skirt, and a small, short sleeved, white button down shirt with it.   It was a naughty schoolgirl look that I had seen Milena wear a few times, and so figured Akira must like the look.   Mine had a few extra naughty modifications, like no panties or bra, and all of the buttons undone on my top.   It gaped open, exposing my full, tan breasts with their tiny, coral-colored nipples.  
      “What do you wanna do now, birthday girl?” Akira asked without looking up.  
      I bit my lip, deciding to go for it with gusto.   I was straddling his prone figure before he could blink, lining my panty-less sex along his soft shorts.  
      His eyes flew open wide in shock, staring at my exposed breasts as though he didn’t have a clue what they were.   I was unbelievably gratified when I felt him growing hard against me.   Instinctively, I started to rub myself against him, finding the material of his shorts to be soft against my bare skin.  
      I was a virgin.   In fact, I’d never even kissed a guy, since Akira wouldn’t kiss me.   But I had a filthy mind and a filthy mouth, and I’d learned all I’d thought there was to know on the internet.   It was one of my favorite pastimes lately, finding some new and shocking thing on the internet, then using it to shock Akira.   His face turned purple sometimes, when I disturbed him enough with my latest findings.   I would get a thirty-minute lecture after that, but it was always worth it.   I’d always liked even his sternest lectures.  
      I moaned as he just kept growing against me.   I could tell he was big, even without looking.   He felt massive and hard as a rock as I moved my sex against him, arching my back to rub him on a spot that felt particularly divine.   He just watched me, looking like a deer in headlights.   I reached into the elastic waistband of his shorts, gripping him with my hand, and he gasped.   I made a little sound of pleasure in my throat.   I loved the feel of him so much.   He was so hard, but the skin on his cock was so smooth, like velvet.   I shoved his shorts down, using my hand to rub his now bare erection along my slick