Despite the sexually charged dickflashy way our introductions had gone, hanging out with the group was a lot like being with any other group of friends. It was relaxed. Bodies were eyeballed in passing, but they ended up not being the focus, so I was able to keep pretty well under control the whole time. We talked about our jobs, our hobbies, the things we'd watched and read lately, the music we were listening to, and so on and so forth. Dani's group were chill and open-minded and even let my group take a drink each from their esky in exchange for some of our snacks. Then, the natural question of how the couples met and got together came up, and led to how Sarah had ended up with such a large stake in Katie and I's long-term relationship. This was an open circle to sit in, but it hadn't so far been a sexually explicit one, and there was no real explanation for Sarah's presence beyond a sexual Rube Goldberg machine triggered by a spontaneous exhibitionist act turned threesome one fateful afternoon.
Thankfully, Katie was there to handle the topic with more grace than I could ever have hoped for.
"It all happened pretty naturally," she said, which was true enough. "Sarah was already my best friend then, and she wanted to come round to drop something off one day, and I figured, I love this girl, I trust her, why do I have to dress up and hide my body from someone who's already so important in my life, right? Like, I was comfortable the way I was that day, about this level of clothed." She gestured down at her body, barely obscured by the thin V of the bikini. Her glasses and fringe hide more of her face than the swimsuit did of her body, and they didn't cover that much. "And after we were hanging out like that the walls just kinda came down. If we were open about our bodies we realised we could be open about lots of stuff, like that we all liked each other the same way. From there, the rest of the barriers just kinda..."
The group nodded sagely. I couldn't quite tell if these five friends had the same relationship, or at least a semblance of it, with each other, or if they were true, non-exhibitionist nudists. They gave us no indication in either direction.
The day passed quickly and the sun soon fell low in the sky. All parties agreed it was a good time to pack up. We started telling our new friends it had been good meeting them, but Dani waved it off. "Don't say that now," she laughed. "You'll make it all awkward when we run into each other again in the showers. We're walking the same way, so you might as well save it for the parking lot."
Showers. That had my hearth thumping. Sure, we'd all been naked or half-naked the whole day, which had left a lot of time to incidentally catch a ton of different angles, but there were few bodies that couldn't be enhanced by running water cascading over their form. And knowing we'd be cleaning ourselves, running hands over everything, made it that little bit more intimate.
"Showers, thank god," Katie sighed. "I've got sand in places I didn't even know I had." And, apparently sick of it holding that sand in place, she shrugged her arms out of the sling bikini's straps and slid the whole thing off. It was a pleasant surprise for me, and probably our new friends as well, when she could easily have gotten away with washing off and leaving the beach without ever getting totally naked. She gave them a good long look at her completely exposed pussy and ass too, when she turned around on her hands and knees to stuff the bikini in our designated wet things bag. It didn't seem like a deliberate show-off, like when she'd waved her ass back and forth for Sarah and I in the rope harness, simply something that happened incidentally because she was more focussed on packing her stuff up than what she was doing with her body.
I made a note to ask Katie later at what point she'd realised how intimately she'd shown herself to her little crush of the day here. A chill went through me. What if she said she had thought about it in advance and done it anyway? That would be a far less fun answer for me than a post-exposure spike of embarrassment.
"Damn right, 'thank god,'" Sarah said. "I better not find any sand in my car after this!"
That snapped me out of my daydreams well enough to follow the girls' two naked asses toward the end of the sand. Hell of a view, with a nice contrast between Katie's naturally athletic tone and Sarah's thicker, curvier form, both browned slightly by their day in the sun, and pink in the cheeks from it being the first time those areas had seen so much sun. They talked and giggled among themselves. Katie said something about me forgetting to get back to her with my magic fingers and having to make up for it, as if it hadn't been Sarah's choice to distract us with other people in the first place.
