dear middle of June
thinking about them going on vacation with you, putting sunscreen on your back as they massage and accidentally squeeze your ass or tits as their fingers snap the band of your bikini, them driving you around to quiet, beautiful beaches where it’s just the two of you and the ocean breeze, holding your hand as you both venture out to a private cove…
…hands that eventually start wandering when you’re cuddled up on your towels after a swim or when you’re too far out in the sea for anyone else to notice what they are doing under those thin straps













