I love going to the beach. I love being in the ocean, the waves and the water. I love the sounds, the sun, the sand. It all just makes me feel free. But my favorite is sometimes the people. I get to wear my sunglasses and watch all the people.
And sometimes the women, you just get these glimpses that are so hot. It just drives everything else out of my head. I keep my distance. I don't take pictures. I just watch, usually with my head turned away, like a quarterback looking off the receiver. Tan lines, cute butts, the occasional nipple or nipples. It often keeps me from reading my book, snorkeling the reef, or riding the waves.
"Hey. Can I join you?"
I almost jump out of my skin. I spill my iced coffee, all over the front of my shorts, white shorts, form fitting white spandex shorts. I wear them for diving because they easily go under my wetsuit. The only downside is they are white... and they become a bit see through when wet.
"Damn!... uhh, sorry. I didn't mean you... I spilled my coffee. Sure... That's going to leave a stain... you started me... uhhh"
"Little ol' me? How could I possibly startle you?" she asked sweetly in a Southern drawl, Louisiana maybe, I thought.
"I was just thinking..."
"Thinking? Really? You know your shorts are see-through now? I can see your..."
Jumping again, I quickly cover up with my towel.
"Do you want some help? I can dry that off for you?"
My eyes almost pop out of my head. I love women who are forward but I never know what to make of them. I also never have any success with them, if you consider success ending up balls deep in their pussies. I shake my head, and awkwardly use my towel to attempt to dry my shorts.
"That's going to leave a stain. Are you sure you don't want some help? Besides I know what you were doing. You weren't thinking. You were watching the ass on that hot MILF in the blue bikini holding her son."
My eyebrows jump up my forward. I shake my head.
"Don't feel bad. She is a stone cold hottie. A full on hot girl summer. I want to licking whip cream and hot fudge off her ass until she screams for mercy!"
"Uhhh... maybe. Sure..."
"Sure? Sure what? Sure I can join you? Or sure you were thinking about her ass?"
"Uhh... either? Both," I stammer. I finally get to look at her. Some blonde streaks in a full dark head of hair, bright eyes, not covered since one hand had pushed her sunglasses up on her head, attractive face, slightly tanned but with pale white skin creating noticeable tan lines on the edge of her bikini top and at her hip flexors, visible since the daisy dukes were unbuttoned, flat stomach, finely shaped hips,
She boldly flips her towel like a matador, spreading it, bending at the waist to spread it flat on the sand, right next to me. And again my eyes pop out. Ohhh.... fuck!.... She is bent completely over right in front of my face, and I realize, since I can see one of the flaps of her labia sticking out the bottom of those hot denim shorts, that she has no swimsuit or panties on under them. Also I just want to stick my tongue out and lick that labia flap for at least an hour, maybe two. She finishes the towel, and instead of straightening up, she looks over her shoulder, like she is checking to make sure I'm watching.
"Oh, good! You saw that. I didn't know how to make it any more plain to you. You seem like a slow starter."
I'm fully rock hard in my transparent coffee stained shorts, unable to talk, and my mind is blown. I can't even conceive of what is happening right now.
She winks. I still just stare.
"Hi...? I'm Steve."
She winks at me, pulls her sunglasses back down over those pretty eyes, then reaches back with both hands to spread the edge of her shorts back out, so the V is finally covered. She stands and luxuriously lays down.
"What is it that you like most about her? That she's a mom? And that means she will have giant pussy lips, unless that's her nephew, or he's a C-section baby? Or the fact that the muscles in that ass can open a beer bottle in seconds? Or the way that the bikini bottom is ever so slightly too small and you can see the crack at the top?"
My breath finally comes back. But I'm pretty sure the blood won't return to my brain until my balls are emptied, probably a few times. By me, by her, however...
"I've never met anyone like you."
"I can tell. You look like a baby gazelle in the middle of a lion pride."
"Sorry. I'll try to get a hold of myself."
"Not if I get a hold of you first." And she smiles again.
"Is girl watching the only thing we get to do together? Or is there more?"
"Depends. If you tell me, out loud.. What you want to do to each of the girls that I point out to you, in sufficient detail. We can go clubbing tonight. After that, we will see." she answers.
"K. I might... I will... tell you."
"I knew you would. Since I already did the blue bikini MILF, I need to pick the next one for you."
"K..." I get out.
"Her. Pink. Camel toe. Young. And this had better be good. Make it hot. Or I will find another guy."
"Well.. she's young. Girl next door type...
"But obviously has experience... knows what she wants... likes to rub herself..."
"More. Make it more explicit. Didn't you already see my vag? I want more"
"She's too afraid to approach a guy directly. But she has this fantasy life... in her head... She sees these stories... and she is always the star... the pool boy comes over to clean the pool. She peeks from her room, behind the curtains, watching his muscular butt cheeks as he bends over sweeping the pool. Her hands roam, down her stomach, pausing briefly, feeling the tingling between her legs, starts to become moist. She unbuttons the top button with one hand. The other pinches a nipple, pulling, making it engorge.
"Her hand continues down, that camel toe, it's because every other day she shaves everything smooth. She likes the feeling after the hair is removed. How smooth it becomes. How it feels under her hand. How close her hand is to her seam, where moisture is starting to collect. Her lips are tucked up inside. They only appear once... both hands now slip her shorts down. She's watching the pool boy. He removed his shirt. And he's flexing... like he's watching himself in the mirror at the gym. Muscles rippling, moving, straining. Now that the pool is clean, he decides to try it out, dropping his shorts to deck, his chiseled ass appears before her. Her index finger slips lower, wetting itself from her moisture. The boy dives..."
I look over. Daisy dukes is licking her lips. I think she wants to feel pink bikini girl's slit.
"This is the most fun game I have ever played at the beach," I inform her.
"We're just getting started honey. Pick again"
