I awoke the next morning feeling amazing. I wondered at that for a moment and then the memories came flooding back. It took me a minute to sort through it all and convince myself that it had really happened and wasn't just a dream. I got up and took a leak before heading into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. While I waited for it to brew I walked back to my study and had to pass the entrance to the living room on the way. I glanced over to the couch where it all happened the night before and smiled. Upon reaching my study I logged into my computer, checked emails and the morning's headlines and then retraced my steps to get a cup of coffee. I poured a cup and then turned to lean against the counter while I carefully sipped at my morning caffeine fix. Had something wonderful happened or did I just complicate the shit out of my life? It was probably a bit of both.
I decided to go for a run to try and sort it out. I always found the ¾ of a mile mark to be the key. Up until that time the labored breathing kept sending signals to the brain to stop running so the discomfort would pass. Once I crossed that point in my run I was able to settle in and enjoy my run. I would never be mistaken for a competitive runner but I generally did five miles a day six days a week. This routine had melted the fat away from my midsection and left me lean. Sunday was normally my rest day but I felt antsy. The run didn't clear my head but I worked up a good sweat. After a shower and some breakfast, I loaded up the car and drove back over to the beach. I set up my blanket and chair before stripping off my shorts and settling in for another day on the Northern California Coast. It promised to be a beautiful day and there was no sign of the wind that caused the girls to seek the shelter of my blanket under the bluff the previous day. That was what they were seeking, right?
They had honestly looked like they were just looking for shelter from the wind yesterday when they caught sight of me and asked if they could join me. I had no idea where our conversation would lead that afternoon and certainly wouldn't have dreamed of what it led to that night. I believed the story they told on the beach about their scavenger hunt adventures. Showing up on my doorstep at ten o'clock that night to return my blanket and hope for a picture of a bowling ball seemed unnecessary but in light of the dare dilemma they laid out it made sense to enlist my help. I could make a case for the girls deciding that it was preferable to avoid having to both walk into a convenience store completely nude, walk up to the counter to make a purchase and have their picture taken as evidence for their game. That avoidance was purchased by having to have their pictures taken sucking a guy's cock. In this case, the cock happened to belong to the old guy that lived next door. Of course, only they knew that. Their friends didn't have to know since my face was left out of the photos. I guess their decisions made sense assuming they weren't freaked out by the idea of sucking my cock. That sure didn't seem to be the case, although Samantha seemed shy about it at first.
I would have been perfectly prepared to believe all of that if it hadn't been for the fact that they blew off the sleepover. They wouldn't go to all that trouble to win, only to simply walk next door and go to sleep instead of claiming their hard won victory. Could it have been that they faked that night's scavenger hunt just to suck my cock? None of it really made sense. Maybe it wasn't an actual sleepover but just a scavenger hunt party instead. The photos would have timestamps so they didn't need to show up by midnight with their evidence. That made more sense. I wondered how the other teams fared. I could probably talk the girls into letting me know at some point.
The beach began to populate as the morning stretched on and there was a respectable crowd by noon. I kept glancing up to the trail that led down from the parking lot. It was nearly one o'clock before the girls arrived. They looked over in my direction as they hit the base of the trail and each waved at me but they turned to the left and headed off towards their usual spots. Was I relieved or disappointed? How does one react to the previous night's events? If they had been some anonymous pair of teens then I would revel in it. I wouldn't have any guilt behind it at all but that wasn't the case. It was bad enough that we spent the afternoon talking about sex while I was naked and they were nearly naked. I'd let them give me a blowjob. As wonderful as it was, it sort of makes it difficult to think of one's self as a respectable member of the community. Was it worth it? I could probably tune out K-guilt radio playing in my head if I could spend the afternoon staring at their pert little tits and showing my cock to them. So much for respectable...maybe respectability isn't all it's cracked up to be.
After about an hour had passed I took off for my usual stroll down the beach. I'd decided not to seek the girls out, but would just offer another wave unless they called me over. I picked my way through the sunbathers around me and made my way down to the waterline. I was lost in thought as I hugged the water but looked over towards where I thought the girls might be. I didn't see them where I thought they would be and continued my stroll. I did finally hear Rhonda call my name out.
"Hey Bill!"
I turned to see her jogging towards me wearing only a tiny red bikini bottom. It was impressive to watch this young athlete run. There was a pleasant little bounce to her breasts while nothing else jiggled at all. I wondered what it would have looked like from behind. God, this girl was firm.
"Come on over to our spot. Samantha and I want to talk to you."
"Okay, lead the way"
She closed the gap between us and grabbed my hand. That was nice but I sort of wished she had turned right there so I could walk behind her and admire her ass. Still, there was no trace of shyness as she took my hand. Clearly she wasn't feeling badly about the previous night. I wondered if Samantha was feeling any remorse. As we approached their little encampment I could see that Samantha was lying on her stomach. She was wearing a blue and white horizontal striped bikini bottom that just covered her well-toned ass. That was a greeting I could appreciate and it only got better when she rolled over as she heard us approach. She supported herself with her elbows, kept her left leg straight and brought her right foot even with her left knee. She smiled and squinted slightly as the sun shone on her face. Rhonda sat down cross legged on her towel and I did the same on their blanket.
"I am so wiped out today. We didn't get much sleep last night," Samantha said.
"Really? Gosh I slept like a baby. I was amazingly relaxed for some reason," I teased.
"Yeah, I'll bet," said Rhonda. "We were still pretty tense when we left your place."
"I would have loved to help you with that...maybe a massage or something," I offered and then immediately regretted it. Wasn't I trying to not be a letch?
"Mmm...that would have been nice," said Rhonda. Samantha blushed a little and looked away.
"You had to rush back to your party though," I said this to see if I could catch them in a lie. I still suspected that the whole thing might have been a set up.
"As it turned out we went back to Sam's place. We didn't feel like going back to the party and had our time-stamped pictures to prove we'd completed our dare. We were tired and wanted to take care of that tension before going to sleep.
"Rhonda! Shut up!"
Samantha was genuinely shocked that Rhonda made such a comment. It was clear that they both were in search of an orgasm before going to sleep but I was really very curious to know how that was achieved. Did they masturbate? Did they do it together or did one slip off to the bedroom while the other was in the bathroom. I suppose they might have done it under the covers with the lights out trying to keep it from the other. I then had a flashback to Sandy and Jean eating each other out so many years ago and wondered if the girls were into that sort of thing. My cock lurched a bit at the thought and some tell-tale swelling began.
"Oh, come on," said Rhonda. "I'm sure Bill isn't surprised by that."
Masturbating wouldn't have surprised me but the idea of the girls pleasuring each other would have. I really wanted to know how this tension got relieved but I avoided the temptation to ask. Samantha was embarrassed enough as it was. I decided to help Samantha out and change the subject to something else I was curious about.
