"I'm all... sticky from jell-O wrestling, mind if you... clean me up with your tongue?" Lisa whispered. James felt his body grow hotter as his lust threw rationality out of his mind. He furtively transcended the five inch gap between them. Their lips touched and locked into each other, tongues twisting, dancing mesmerizingly in each other's mouths. Lisa took to his embrace, similarly wrapping her arms around him, stroking, rubbing every inch of his broad back, enjoying the sensations his body afforded her. As she was wrapped in James' embrace, Lisa felt one hand move downward towards her firm butt, feeling its smoothness, giving her a gentle squeeze while another skillfully undid the clasp behind her bikini before exploring the depths of her full bosom.

As James' warm, strong hands groped Lisa, she could feel herself melting in his touch. Her eyes widened in slight surprise as she felt his erect member rubbing the thin fabric separating him from the area between her legs.