Bob was a regular kind of guy. He worked hard to make a living. He was a car salesman, which meant he did a lot of talking and smiling even when he didn't feel like it... Day after day of trying to make a new sale was a pain in the ass, but hey, a man's got to make a living somehow.
Things had been slow during the first week of July and Bob decided to take a day off in the middle of the week. He called his boss and told him he didn't feel well, which was a little true...he didn't feel like going to work because it gave him a headache when things were slow.
He planned to drive down to the beach and do some thinking or better yet, some babe watching! Yeah..there was nothing quite like seeing women laying around in tiny, little thong swimsuits. If that didn't make him feel good, nothing would. Bob felt his dick twitch at the thought of thongs on the beach and smiled to himself in anticipation of the day ahead. Off he went to spend a day at the beach. He'd tell his boss some story as to why he was burned, which no doubt he would be since he hadn't gotten much sun lately.
It took him awhile to locate a parking space and it was a lot further away from the spot he would have chosen. The babes usually hung near the pier and he would have to walk about a half mile to get to it now. The sun baked down on him as he headed back towards the pier with his towel over his shoulder. He could smell the ocean and hear the distant sound of people and seagulls. He trudged along looking mostly at his feet, which was a habit he had when walking. Every once in awhile he'd look up to see how much further he had to go, and it was during one of these distance checks, he tripped and lost his footing.
He fell, sprawling in the hot sand. "Damn it!" he grumbled, getting to his knees and looking around to see what he had tripped over. Laying nearby was the object. A glass bottle. It was a greenish blue one with gold symbols of some sort on it. A cork was sticking out of the neck. Bob picked it up and almost dropped it again. The sun had heated the glass up and it burned his fingers a little, which made him set it back on the ground quickly.
He sat there for a minute, looking at the bottle. It seemed to move for a moment and glow with a light. Bob rubbed his eyes and looked again. The bottle sat there doing what most bottles do...nothing. It was a pretty bottle. It's color wasn't exactly green or blue but a mix of both. Using his towel to pick it up again, he could see that the cork was stuck securely in the neck of it. He used his towel to hold it in one hand and pulled on the cork, he wanted to smell it and maybe discover what it had held. He shook it a couple of times to make sure it was as empty as it felt.
It took some effort, but he was finally rewarded with a loud "POP" as the cork came out of the bottle. He fell back on his ass and was shocked when smoke came boiling out of the little glass bottle! Thick silverish smoke poured out as Bob sat there staring in surprise at the major amount of smoke pouring out.
Bob was startled when he suddenly saw two female figures standing in front of him, looking down at him with big smiles on their faces. They looked exactly alike, except one had white/blonde hair and the other's was jet black. Their hair hung down past their shapely asses in silken waves. They were dressed in matching outfits. Not your everday kind of clothing either. They both wore tiny little flaps that covered their snatches, leaving their ass cheeks bare and little tops that barely covered their nipples, which sat at the tips of very ample breasts. In the blonde's belly button sat a gem of some sort, it was a blood red color, possibly a ruby, while the one with black hair had what appeared to be an emerald in hers.
