Beach Bums

I was in my cabin on the beach when a tall blond beach-bum ambled in. He looked at me shyly from under a broad-brimmed straw hat. "I'm told you're the massage man around here." A tourist, Canadian from the accent.

"It has been known. What's your problem?"

"Eh -- my back hurts. I'm told you can sort me out." Someone'd been doing a good deal of 'telling' on my behalf. I beckoned him inside and two yards behind him another beach bum strolled in and went to sit in my favourite chair.

"I'm Steve" said bum two, "He's Mike." A small asian-looking woman sidled in, slid down the wall and sat cross-legged on the floor just inside the door. She was wearing a halter bikini top and cutoff jeans. She was barefoot like the guys.

I walked over to her. "Are you with them?" She looked startled.

"She's the girlfriend" said Steve. "Just ignore her."

I Ignored him. "Would you like some tea?" She nodded tentatively and I went to brew up.

When she and I were sipping our tea I addressed 'Mike'. "So why should I treat your back?" He looked non-plussed. "'cause that's what you do!"

"That's what I do sometimes for people I care for -- I'm not sure I care for the way you treat women."

"What Trixie? Don't worry about her -- she's fine!"

She looked up at me. "Are you fine Trixie?" She nodded. "Do you want me to fix Mike's back?"

She nodded again and spoke in a very quiet voice "Yes please. I need him fit." - a vaguely asian accent with a hint of French.

I was a bit puzzled by her reaction. "What for?"

"So he can fuck me properly -- He's useless at the moment. I really need a good fuck."

"Well... OK -- I suppose I'd better do it then."

I didn't fancy taking him into the back where I had my massage table set up but there was a single futon rolled up in the corner that I sometimes used. "Steve. Get that mattress and lay it out there." He looked about to refuse. He looked at Trixie and she gave him a sort of pleading look.

With poor grace he fetched the futon and unrolled it on the rush-mat floor. I tossed a clean beach towel to Trixie and she laid it out on the futon.

"OK Mike. Back and shoulders €75. Cash on that shelf."

"I thought..." He hesitated.

"You thought it'd be free? I'm only doing you because Trixie asked me. Now -- cash, cacks off and on the mat or go elsewhere." He snapped his fingers at Steve who came up with the cash. He hesitated again then stripped off his shorts and stood naked. I was watching Trixie, an in-drawn breath and her eyes widened slightly as a substantial cock came into view. Yes, she was definitely looking forward to something. He did look good naked. If he wasn't such a pig I might have been interested in a bit of that myself.

I reached for a bottle of the local oil and made a start. Mike had quite a good body -- he obviously exercised a bit -- but no real muscle balance. I started just above his arse crack and gave him a good going-over up to his shoulders and neck.

When I'd finished I whacked him hard on the left buttock and said "OK hunk you're done."

He snorted indignantly and flipped on to his back. Trixie unfolded like a cobra and stalked over to him on her hands and knees. She took his cock in both hands and lowered her mouth to take it in

Steve got lazily to his feet and moved round behind her. He knelt down and pulled her cutoffs down to her knees. Underneath was a tiny thong that matched her bikini top. He hooked the gusset with a finger and pulled it over her left buttock.

I realised that he was planning to fuck her in my living room as she sucked Mike's cock. He pulled his shorts down his thighs to reveal a very indifferent cock that was strainingly hard. He'd obviously been anticipating this moment.

He shuffled forward and lunged into Trixie from behind. She seemed to hardly notice as he fucked her fast for a minute or two and blew his nuts inside her.

By now Mike's cock was at full attention. It really was very nice. About seven inches, nice and thick. Straight with a nice bulbous head.

She stood and kicked off her cutoffs and thong. A thin thread of Steve's cum was slowly emerging from her little brown snatch as she lowered it down onto Mike's shaft. He pillowed his head on his hands and watched as she fucked herself on his cock. It took her a good fifteen minutes to get herself off. She came hard trembling on his cock as she wanked her clit. Then she slumped on to his chest.

He gave her 30 seconds or so. "Off bitch!". She rolled onto the floor on her back. He knelt on the futon and quickly wanked himself off. Shooting quite a big load over her face and neck.

She lay there panting as Steve and Mike dressed and left.

I went and fetched a bowl of warm water and a fresh hand-towel and sponged her clean. She opened her legs obligingly so that I could clean her cunt and thighs. When I finished I picked her up in my arms. She snuggled against me as I carried her through to the back room of the cabin and tucked her into my bed. She quickly fell asleep.

Five hours later she was still fast asleep -- there was no sign of the two Canadians. I didn't fancy leaving her there alone to go up the hill to my villa so I locked up and bedded down on the futon.

I woke early to the aroma of tea. Trixie was kneeling beside my bed wearing a pale green pareo around her waist; her breasts bare. She'd placed a bowl of tea and a dish of fresh fruit on a low stool she'd fetched from the veranda. As I sat up she placed the pillows from the bed for me to recline on.

I watched her as I sipped my tea and she fed me small pieces of fruit with her fingers.

"Is your name really Trixie?"

She started slightly "N-no. That's just what Mike calls me." She lapsed into silence and offered more fruit.

"Why does he call you that? What is your name?"

"It's after someone in America -- Trixie Tang. I don't know who she is." More silence. "My name is Darareaksmey."

I tried it out "Darareaksmey -- I don't know that name. Where is it from?"

She blushed. "My mother was from Cambodia, my father was Anglo-Japanese."

I set down my tea bowl. She rose to her feet and carried away the dishes. When she returned she knelt again beside the mattress and drew back the sheet. She reached for my cock.

"Whoa! What are you doing!"

She hesitated. "I have to fuck you now."

"No you don't! Why do you think that?"

"Because I slept here. You laid me in your bed. I must repay you." Despite my protests my cock was definitely getting interested in fucking this lovely young girl.

"You don't owe me anything. Won't Mike be wondering where you are?"

"Oh. I suppose he'll come and fetch me if he wants me." She stood and removed her pareo. Her belly and pubes were gorgeous. "Will you fuck me now." My cock was hardening rapidly. She knelt on the edge of the futon and took it in her hands. "I think it's even more beautiful that Mike's." She bend forward and rubbed my cock against her cheek.

"Won't your boyfriends be upset?"

"Oh they're not my boyfriends. They're just some guys I was staying with."

"What work do you do?" I was fairly sure what her reply would be but I wasn't quite right.

"I don't do any work. I just stay with guys who fuck me." She cocked her leg over me and lined my cock up with her cunt. "You're nice. Most guys would have fucked me by now and thrown me out."

She settled down on my cock and leaned forward until her tits were in front of my face. She took them in her hands and offered them to me.

She took her time riding my cock while I gently massaged her breasts. Like all guys I love morning sex. It's definitely the best cum of the day. I'd had early tantric training though from a beautiful devadasi that I met in London. I could fuck for twelve hours straight when the need arose.

I kept my state of arousal to a nice even level while I enjoyed this beautiful young woman. She leaned further forward and kissed me deeply. I held her close as she shuddered to a climax. She relaxed completely on top of me with her knees tucked up beside my ribs her head resting on my shoulder. I lightly massaged her back as her breath and heart-rate slowed. My cock was rock-hard, deep inside her.

She sighed. "You haven't come?"

"Thats OK Darareaksmey, I'm in no hurry. You can carry on until you've had enough. I can wait until then."

She turned her head towards me and kissed my neck. "What's your name?"

"Call me Daivat. It's what the local people call me."

"Ahhh -- I feel your strength in my yoni Daivat." She started to rotate her hips. The effect on my cock was delicious.

She held tight to my shoulders moving only her hips. She kissed my neck and nibbled my ear as her cunt danced on my cock. She trembled as she worked and I could feel the muscles of her cunt rippling along my cock.

After fifteen minutes or so hovering on the brink of orgasm she gave a loud long moan and reared up. She placed her fists on my shoulders and howled as she fucked me rapidly. I could feel the spasms of her cunt as she came hard.

She collapsed on top of me again.

"I can't move! Lay me on my back Daivat and make love to me."

I rolled us both on to our sides and pulled out of her -- my cock as hard as ever. I moved aside and laid her on her back in the middle of the mattress and reached for the sheet.

"No! Get on top of me. I want to feel the strength of your lingam in my yoni once more. Give me your sweet virya."

"You want more?"

"Fuck me you bastard! Ram your babies into me!"

If she was expecting me to impregnate her she was going to be disappointed as I'd had my tubes tied years before but it was definitely time to shag her brains out. I stood and threw the sheet aside. My cock was glistening with her muffin juice.

I stood at her feet. "Open for me." She raised her legs and hooked her elbows behind her knees. She stretched back until she was lying supine with her calves beside her ears.

I dropped to my knees and lined up my cock. I slid into her all the way in one smooth movement.

"Ahhh! That's good! Fuck me now!"

I fucked her steadily. I alternated between lifting her hips so that I could thrust up and get at her G spot and laying over her so that I could rub her clit with the ridges along my shaft.

She was in the middle of her third orgasm when I let go and fucked my cum into her.

Afterwards I lay on my back as she cleaned my cock with her mouth. She curled up between my legs and rested her head on my hip. She held my cock against her cheek and hummed softly to herself.

I gave her fifteen minutes to recover then I sat up and retrieved my cock. She seemed very reluctant to let it go. I stood up and pulled on my shorts and a loose shirt. She sat on the futon and leaked -- watching me carefully.

I went to make tea. When I returned she'd rolled up the futon and returned it to it's corner and had gathered up the sheets. She was again wearing the pareo around her waist and was sitting in my second favourite chair.

We sat in silence and drank our tea.

"Thank you Darareaksmey, that was wonderful. You are very talented." She blushed.

"May I stay with you for a while Daivat?"

"What about Mike and Steve?"

"Oh, I doubt they'll miss me. They never inspired me that much."

"So you want to stay here and pay me with sex?" It was a bit brutal but I thought she could do better.

"NO! I want to stay here and keep house for you." She glanced around. "I'm sure you'll agree you could use some help." It was my turn to blush. "I am also a very good cook. I'm proposing that you pay me with sex."

I didn't know what to say! She could sense my confusion and smiled a sweet smile.

"I have known a few members as nice as yours but you are the first man I've met that really knows how to use it. I want more of it -- I want more of you..." There was a silence. "If you think I fuck to live then you are incorrect. I live to fuck!"

I sat a while in thought -- obviously Darareaksmey was judging by appearances and was assuming that I lived in the beach cabin. How could she know otherwise?

I held out my hand and she stepped up to me and took it. "I need to to show you more of my life, then you can decide what you would like." She nodded. "Will you come with me?"

She hesitated -- I hadn't given her any clues as to where. She nodded again.

"We'll need to cover up a bit." I led her towards the bedroom. Her lovely young breasts wouldn't cause offence on the beach but I could hardly take her up the hill like that.

I changed into a pair of chinos then rooted around until I found a sundress that would fit her. Her bikini was in the laundry pile but I rummaged around and found her a pair of clean white cotton briefs. She looked very reluctant to put them on but after a pleading look from me she slipped them on with a slight grimace.

I tidied up a bit and led her outside. I locked up, put on a pair of sandals that were laying on the veranda and led her along the beach. We drew a lot of stares as we strolled hand in hand along the beach. The men looked enviously at me and the women looked daggers at Darareaksmey.

We turned off at the beach road and walked the hundred metres to the long term car-park. My Spyder was under a vinyl cover against the sun and the salt wind. I drew it off and stuffed it in the boot.

When she saw the Maserati trident she said "What?" and looked at me sharply.

I opened the passenger door for her then circled round and slid in behind the wheel. I hit the button to open the roof. She was still watching me warily.

I drove slowly through the lunch-time tourists. At the edge of the beach resort I joined the mountain road but turned off after a mile onto the narrow metalled track that led steeply up to the headland above the beach. There were three properties on the headland. The two large bungalows with the spectacular views were let out to up-market tourists.

Off to the side, a bit lower down was a three story tower set into the cliff. It was scarcely visible from the landward side. I parked the car on the large circle of tarmac that ended the road. It was in fact my roof but that wasn't obvious from where we were. I led Darareaksmey to the East side where a narrow path of rock-cut steps led down the cliff.

We emerged from a tunnel of bougainvillea onto a balcony that led to my front door. She gasped as she ran to the rail and looked out over the bay to the open sea. We could see the beach far below and nearly at the southern end we could see my battered cabin.

"Come inside." I took her hand and walked towards the door. It opened as we approached and I led her inside.

Standing just inside, her face framed by the flowers of the jasmine that twined around the door, was my housekeeper Amy. She was tall, slim and fair like a nordic goddess. Still beautiful in her mid 50s. We'd had a thing going a few decades before. Then she caught a bad case of love and went off to get married. It wasn't a success and a few years ago she turned up at my office; divorced, battered and broke.

I kissed her on both cheeks in the local fashion. "Amy this is Darareaksmey. She'll be staying with us for a while. Darareaksmey please meet Amy; she looks after me when I'm staying here." I thought for a moment that she was going to bolt but Amy took her hands and pulled her inside. I shut the door behind her

"Do come inside my dear." She hugged and kissed her. "Come on I'll show you the house!" They disappeared around the curve of the landward corridor. I heard the little squeal of delight from Darareaksmey as they entered the big living room. I called the lift and went down to the bedrooms.

The house is upside-down with the living rooms on the top floor, the kitchen and utility rooms on the middle floor and the bedrooms, bathrooms, sauna etc. on the bottom floor.

I had a long shower and changed. I could hear the taps running in the other bathroom. I dressed and waited on the terrace. Amy brought me tea and fresh Madeleines.

She sat beside me at the table. "She is very lovely Leonard but what do you think you're doing? She's just a girl!"

"She's twenty!" I paused. "I'm not going to even try to explain -- ask Darareaksmey if you really want to know."

"Sorry -- I didn't mean to judge. Just try not to get too mangled this time. You know how much I love you. I hate it when they leave you."

"Amy! I love you too but you don't need to worry about me so much -- I'm a big boy!"

"Yes." She said; deliberately misunderstanding. "I remember! But you're not as tough as you think you are."

We sat for a while watching the ships.

When Darareaksmey reappeared she had found another pareo and was again bare-breasted. The fabric clung to her damp skin. I knew she'd be naked underneath.

Amy rose. "I'll fetch fresh tea."

As she left, Darareaksmey took her place beside me.

"Amy called you Leonard. 'The lion's strength'. It suits you. I called you Daivat and she smiled and said 'Yes, of course'."

"You can see that I'm not who you thought I was. Do you still want to stay."

"I can see that you didn't deceive me at all. The only thing I don't understand was why you massaged Mike."

"Because you asked me to."

"Yes -- you did. You asked me. So why did you charge him €75? You don't need the money."

"Because He's a pig and he showed you no respect."

"Yes -- I see that." She watched the cormorants. "So why do you massage people at all."

"I like to. I enjoy the feel of warm skin." She gave me a penetrating look. "And it gives me the opportunity to get a bit of cock occasionally." She looked away.

"You're bisexual." It wasn't a question.

"Yes -- does that bother you?"

"No -- do you like threesomes? Do you want to share me?"

I sighed. "Darareaksmey! I will never ask you to do anything that you don't want to do. You can come and go here as you please. Since you came here with me Amy will always let you in when you're alone. You can share my bed when you want to and you can have your own room. I'll give you a key to the beach cabin and you can use it as much as you like. And you can fuck who you want to I really don't mind."

"I do like threesomes... and foursomes -- you can never have too much cock." I smiled. "Amy loves you." I said nothing. "She was very nice to me but I don't think she trusts me."

"She will -- just give her some time."

Just then Amy returned with fresh tea and a bowl of fruit. She sat with us at the small table and poured three cups.

"So will you be staying?" She looked at Darareaksmey breasts -- the nipples semi-erect.

"If I may. I would like to. Do you mind very much."

She smiled "No dear, I don't mind at all. Do your friends call you Darareaksmey?"

"Oh no. Leonard is the first person since my mother to use my real name."

"Daivat dear. Call him Daivat."

"Most people don't bother with Darareaksmey. It's too long and hard for westerners. They call me whatever they want."

"Well here you'll be Darareaksmey." She hadn't taken her eyes off Darareaksmey's tits.

Darareaksmey folded her arms and cupped her breasts -- seemingly unconsciously. She gently tugged at her left nipple.

Amy squirmed slightly, rubbing her thighs together.

Well, this was going to be interesting. I could see that Darareaksmey was seriously entertaining the idea of taking Amy to bed. She was probably planning a threesome. Though restarting my sexual relationship with Amy after thirty-odd years didn't seem like a good idea at all.

It looked very much as if I'd lost Darareaksmey as soon as I'd found her! Ah well. I finished my tea and left them gazing into each other's eyes.

I could hear the sounds of their love-making echoing round the house. I resisted the temptation to join them or at least go and watch. An hour later their orgasmic cries finally subsided.

Later Darareaksmey came to find me in my study. She was wearing the pareo again.