Out of the blue, we got a call from a relative in Europe. He would be staying a couple of days in our city as a stopover to someplace in South America, and he wanted to see us and maybe we could take him to one of our fabled Caribbean beaches.
We picked him up at the airport and took him out to dinner. Sonja found him attractive but shy and they hit it off fine right away and she flirted with him all night. We left him at his hotel so he could rest away some of his jet-lag, and told him we would pick him up next day early in the afternoon to go to a nearby beach. Sonia teased him that she would be wearing a sexy little bikini.
We planned to take him to a beach that was frequented during the week-ends, but on week days, when we were going, few people went there and it was actually a make-out place. Our car was one of those big old land yachts, with a huge front bench seat where three persons could do a lot more than just be comfortable. There wasn't much that Sonja wouldn't or couldn't do there.
As I've described her in previous stories, Sonja was a knockout, some five feet and a couple of inches high and around 110 pounds, with soft, voluptuous, mouth-watering breasts, a shapely ass just the right size for two hands, and sexy thighs filled out just enough so there wasn't much space between them at the crotch. She was a natural tease and a flirt even before we got into heavy sex. By now she was a practiced exhibitionist and saw herself as a sex toy, willing to please and be pleased when she wanted. I loved watching her put the make on other guys and doing them.
For the beach outing, she decided on a tiny black bikini that she had not dared wear before because it was it was a couple of sizes too small and she thought it was way too slutty. Her bikinis were all scandalous, but this one was out of league. The top covered her nipples and very little else of her soft, glorious breasts, leaving them almost naked, with a lot of their tops, sides, and bottoms exposed. The nipples were clearly seen straining against the thin fabric, and sooner or later, when they were looked at and ogled, they would harden and protrude deliciously, and draw even more attention to themselves. The bikini bottom covered her mound only because she just had it trimmed, and the back wasn't a thong, but it was small and sexy, covering very little of her tantalizing, adorable ass, another of her best features. Everything was held together by thin delicate strings and frilly knots, and her breasts, oh those luscious, succulent breasts of hers, moved loosely and freely, completely unrestrained, constantly trying to escape out of the minuscule bikini top. To accentuate her near nakedness, she wore a sexy little see-through wraparound beach skirt, which nicely framed the V where her delicious thighs met. Like she said, she was way too slutty!
He was waiting for us in a side street near the hotel, and I told Sonja to get out of the car to greet him so he could have a good look at her, since she was, for all practical purposes, naked. She asked him if he was wearing a bathing suit under his shorts, and when he said he did, she told him that to get in the car he had to be in his bathing suit, like us. To emphasize, she playfully tugged at his shorts. He humored her and took off his shorts right there, next to the car door, and it turned out he was wearing one of those small and revealing European swim suits, with a nice bulge in it. I saw Sonja's jaw drop and I'm pretty sure she actually salivated. She told him to sit up front with us, and she crawled in first on all fours so he could have a good look at her delectable ass. She was all bright and smiling and mouthed B-I-G and wet her lips, and I knew we would be having a fun afternoon.
Up front, I asked her to help him out with the seat belts, and he was surprised by her hands fumbling all over his lap and small swim suit. As we drove off, she placed each arm behind our backs, impudently thrusting her breasts out, and making it easy for her to nudge a breast against my arm or his, and, knowing her, it was going to be his. She talked softly to him, flirted, joked, tousled his hair and kept her breast against his arm. I tried to get her to mind me too, but she was too busy with him. I knew by now he had to have a hard-on, because she was using her sexy, throaty voice, which usually meant there was a hard cock someplace close to her and she wanted it. As she told me later, she was tempted by his terrific hard-on, and she kept her breast bumping and nudging up and down his arm trying to get the nipple to slip loose. She really knew how to be slutty-naughty.
The trip to the beach was real short, and I parked the car overlooking the sea. There were several other cars parked close by, all with couples inside, all having the sex that is done in a car, hiding nothing from view. People were there to make out, and you could feel the strong sexual atmosphere. Sonja reached over to help him again with the seat belt, and this time it took her longer to undo the "troublesome" buckle, her fingers fudging around ever so long between the belt and his swim suit. She then scrambled over him to get out of the car, pressing and touching him as much as she could. She wiggled her ass out of the tiny beach skirt and ran to the water. We both ran after her, I mean, we ran after that fabulous perfect ass of hers, right into the water.
We splashed, laughed, tickled, and of course grabbed her everywhere, waist, arms, legs, ass, and specially those fabulous breasts. Our cavorting attracted the envious attention of nearby couples, and one guy sat up from massaging his girl just to look at Sonja, at her overexposed breasts swaying delightfully this way and that. Those overactive, voluptuous breasts were a pleasure to watch, and having appreciating couples looking on emboldened her. To everybody's delight, in the pulling and the pushing there were two or three nipple slips which she didn't hurry to correct, and which made everybody at the beach stop what they were doing to look. Let's face it, a stacked girl grinning and mischievously adjusting her bikini top to cover a dripping wet nipple is about as sexy as you can get. Eventually we settled down to more sedate frolicking, but they still kept so close together that you could tell they were feeling each other out underwater. Picture this, they both had the smallest bathing suits imaginable, and they just couldn't keep their hands off of each other!
When they finally calmed down, I pulled her into my lap, and cupped the naked undersides of those soft, wet breasts. This was a prelude to what we would be doing when we got back to the car; there was going to be more than just feeling her up in the water. The way she smiled and flirted with him while I fondled her, she was letting him know what was coming. Our intentions were obvious and our neighbors glanced with appreciation at us. I knew they would be keeping an eye on us in the car later on.
