After my first year at college I returned to my parents' home for the summer. Now, summer in Britain translates to about three hot weeks in June or July but as my home town was a coastal resort I found part-time work at the holiday camp on the outskirts of our town.
The camp consisted of mobile homes and caravans, rented for periods of time with a central complex containing bars, a disco, shops, etc. Because we were fortunate to have a few miles of high sand dunes and a pretty good beach the camp was almost always full during the summer and a good place to find seasonal work.
My girlfriend at the time, a local girl called Kerry, also worked in the camp so it was pretty convenient for our relationship. What was even better was the camp's close proximity to the sprawling sand dunes and because we were both still living with our respective parents, the dunes became our secret little place for a bit of passion.
We wangled it that our shifts often coincided, trying to get mornings or lunchtimes in the bar or restaurant which meant we could sneak off to the beach in the afternoon when, and if, the sun was shining.
We knew the dunes were busy on hot days but that seemed to make Kerry even hotter sometimes. She was nineteen, tall, long-legged with nice high, firm breasts – a good handful topped by wide aureole and perky brown nipples. She had sallow skin that made her appear permanently tanned and along with big sparkling brown eyes and straight silken dark locks she exuded an exotic quality. As we became more daring in our sexual fun deep in the dunes I discovered her particular kink of loving to get completely naked and give me a blow job until the point of orgasm when she'd then direct my cum onto her chin and tits.
This happened quite a few times after our initial bit of daring and she eventually explained the buzz of getting naked in public – secluded though our spot was – got her hornier than she'd ever been in her life and her thing was to suck on my dick and make me cum all over her. She said it got her off without hardly needing touched and a further thrill was to parade about naked while I recovered for some full sex. She claimed the possibility of getting caught raised her arousal to uncontrollable levels.
Well, like any guy, having a nineteen year old hottie tell you all this and act upon it was a kick enough; to actually be the subject of her sexual fantasies and partake in them was a dream come true; let's just say I walked about with a perma-smile that summer, bugging the hell out of my grumpy old man.
On one of the hottest days of the year we both finished just after lunch and headed down to out favourite spot. To get there amongst the higher dunes we always needed to traverse the main stretch of beach – not a deep beach but quite long and very sandy with the rolling dunes just beginning to form a backdrop.
On the walk we'd usually be able to judge how busy the dunes would be – there were always people walking about them, either up to no good like us or just taking the air. You always saw the voyeurs as well, heads moving about like meerkats checking for predators. These were the guys I expected to catch us every time, but if any had then they certainly knew how to keep hidden – I always looked about for watchers, mildly wary but moreso buzzed by the idea of anyone seeing us and getting turned on; Kerry's enthusiasm for public sex play was catching.
That day, the beach was much busier than usual. That always made me a bit nervous but Kerry seemed to get the opposite effect – stimulation. As we hadn't indulged for nearly a week due to a rainy spell, she was incredibly bright-eyed and eager to get there, wearing just a bikini top and a tiny pair of shorts that moved beautifully as her taut ass swayed along the beach.
My heart leapt about a hundred yards from our destination just as we were climbing towards the dunes; A shout, both our names called. We looked about and pinpointed the source – five girls laid out on towels. It took me a few moments to recognise them – some of a netball youth team staying at the camp whilst competing in our town's annual summer invitational. The girls all went to a college some few hundred miles away – one that I'd considered and so I'd got talking to them while at work in the camp. The fact that most of the team was young, fit and pretty helped as well, of course.
Anyway, Kerry wanted to go over and talk and dragged me along. Because of the anticipation of some fun in the dunes I was already sporting a semi under my shorts so had to make moves to conceal it when stood looking down at five fit bodies clad in lovely little bikinis. We all had shades on, so I got some fun checking out the girls while they chatted mainly to Kerry.
We got an invite to join them and while the idea was pretty tempting Kerry knocked it back straight away, saying we had our own choice sunbathing spot in the dunes and had better get there before it was taken. So we departed with big smiles and a cheeky grin from the most outgoing of the girls, a brunette called Morven. I think she was their captain, maybe just because she was the loudest and most forthright. I might have picked her as captain myself just for the great figure she possessed - bigger tits than Kerry with hips to complete the hourglass and strong legs that had not a pick of excess flesh on them; perfectly toned they were. I liked her eyes but concealed then by shades, her pouting lips would suffice for some fantasising as Kerry sucked on my dick.
Kerry led the way up into the sands and minutes later we found our spot. It was a spacious depression some six feet down between dunes along the top of which some sparse bushes were spread intermittently. It gave decent cover and made for a hot little sunspot. After laying out towels and having a drink, she virtually leapt on me and started some heavy kissing. During this session I definitely caught sight of someone along the top of the dunes. Hesitating, Kerry asked what was up then stood to check it out when I told her.
I lay there, a tent pitched in my shorts as she scrambled up the dune to peek over. It turned out it was someone – a guy who'd cruised past. She didn't know if he was gay or straight, she said, because he hadn't looked back. But the very fact he'd been there seemed enough for Kerry in her horned-up state. On her way back down to me she removed her bikini top to reveal those fabulous perky tits, nipples erect. I lay with a big grin and throbbing hardon. Kerry stood over me, smiling down, then slipped off her little white shorts.
She didn't have any underwear on – nor a bikini bottom. The look on my face made her grin some more as I looked right up between her taut spread thighs and gazed at her pussy – a lovely neat set of shaven puffy lips and a mound bearing a clipped triangle of dark pubic hair. Her white bikini lines against her sallow skin tone as the bright sunlight lit every dip and curve of her smooth flesh just added to my arousal.
She told me to get my cock out and let her see me jerk. I did so in record time. Kerry remained standing over me but rhythmically rubbed fingers along her own slit as I fisted my dick and fondled my balls with my other hand.
I could hear her juices building as her fingers squelched into her hole, and then saw the moisture run between her legs as her pussy became really wet. Kerry began to moan, concentrating more on her clit.
