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"
"Ah. Well. Only because I kinda like this one. The pink bikini in front of that banana smuggler."
"Ohhh! You pervert! Do you know how young she looks!?! OMFG! But ok. I would still want to be the one that forces her to strip naked and see if she shaves around that cute little tiny teen pussy! Then I want to be her first, the first girl to ever finger her. And once worm my fingers deep inside her, I'm going to press on her g-spot so hard and so often, while my thumb is rubbing her little nubbin, that she squirts ALL over me! And she is so embarrassed that her cheeks turn brighter red than her clit."
Hot Southern girl winks at me and slowly licks her lips. It makes them look even wetter than the lip gloss she is already wearing.
"Ok. Your turn again. Make it hotter this time. I don't want to get bored with you so soon. We just met.
"Hispanic girl with the 1,000 watt smile in a floral bikini."
"K. She is a helicopter pilot. USMC. Nerves of steel. Iron will. First woman to complete the training, went through so much hell getting through training it would have broken most people. She also said no to every military guy that ever propositioned her. But on the weekends off, she likes to drink shots of tequila and dance until dawn. Every time she wakes up later somewhere she doesn't know, with several guys passed out around her, naked and hung over. Her clothes are always missing. Every hole is sore. But she gets up, and walks out proud, stealing clothes on the way. Cab fare if possible, to get back home.
"Sorry. That sounds kind of tame in comparison."
"We can work with that," she replies. "Pick again."
"Green. Bikini. Showing off. Everything."
"That is too easy. First I tell her my strap-on is in my car. Then I grab her hand and lead her towards the parking lot. We stop behind those bushes there. But not totally behind. She wants people to see. I bend her over and pry her ass cheeks apart. Leaving that transparent little material in place, I lick her, repeatedly from clit to butthole. Making her wet, making that ass wiggle. Making her so horny and happy she spent the day showing off those nipples and that crack to every person that looked."
"Ok. You win. I surrender."
"Haha. I always win. Even when I don't win, I win," she responds.
"Drink?"
"Sure." She licks her lips again. "I'm Megan btw. I find guys I like and make their fantasies come true."
"And leave them heartbroken when you are done."
"Usually. But maybe you will be the exception. I kinda like you."
We spend the afternoon at the beach finishing everything in my cooler, discussing hot girls in bikinis with each other. My cock is leaking so much pre-cum, the front of my shorts stays wet. Megan laughs at me over and over but seems to be enjoying herself.
As the sun starts to set, M informs me that we should pack up. I pack in a jiffy, while trying to hide my hardon. I'm so embarrassed. I don't know why, because I'm pretty sure she wants me that way... and enjoys the fact it makes me uncomfortable. I think we are taking my truck, but she has another surprise for me.
"Would you like to drive my car?"
"Ahhh... sure." And she tosses my keys. The Ferrari emblem is not lost on me. I wonder if it really is.
It is. Red. New. I don't even know which one it is. Very expensive. Very high powered. Probably more at home on the track than the road. I wonder if she has been to Maranello. I've driven by the track but never been there... in person. Just in racing sim rigs.
An hour later my phone is connected to the sound system, playing MY favorite tunes: Thirty Seconds to Mars, Foo Fighters, Kings of Leon. I hope she likes them. We are on Interstate-95 heading North at a high rate of speed. I'm feeling the power of the car and how it hooks up to the road. Too bad there is some traffic, but not enough to keep the needle under 100 mph.
