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FINGERING TOUCH

My fingertips, at first gently,
stroked edges of her bikini
as she relaxed by me in sun,
tracing outline across each bun
then across the small of her back,
making a triangular track.

I listened to breath's rising sound
as I did same thing round her mound
after face up she turned herself.
I grinned in her face like an elf.
She took my wrist to move hand up
to north end of a top half cup.

I drew my fingers down to the string
that the front cups was connecting,
gave it teasing and playful tugs,
peeking at undersides of jugs,
then following behind her back
fumbling at knot to get it slack,
to watch the untied cords fall down,
exposing skin not yet tanned brown.

Like a bib her top now hung loosely,
a bit more breast I could now see -
before sudden sideward sea breeze
lifted the top from her boobies.
A scream, then laugh, then a 'Sod it!'
presaged her untie of neck bit.
She added, 'Keep your hands off now;
you have your view of my endow!'
Written by Solomon_Song
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