I met the girls at the lagoon, in South Bank. It's a man-made one right in the heart of the tourist strip that runs along the river bank across from the city centre. It's a popular spot for both tourists and locals, and because I live not too far away I sometimes come down here for a walk on the days I'm not rostered for security shifts.
The nearest beach, one good enough for swimming in, is at least over an hour's drive away, so the lagoon is the next best thing to check out girls in bikinis. Today's no exception: the little beach is packed with bathers and even the concrete coping around the deepest part of the lagoon is thronged by barely-concealed flesh. I wander around to that side, where the boardwalk passes next to the edge of the lagoon, enjoying the sun on my back. It's a shame I didn't bring some shorts to take a swim in.
There are a couple of Japanese girls sitting on the edge, drying their hair. Their skin is fucking divine; I just love how it can be both pale but with the softest hint of colour to it. One of them is wearing a string bikini, and the bulge of hip straining at that string makes my head swim with lust. There's an old Hungarian guy from work who likes to come down here on his nights off and chat up the International students, offering to drive them around in his clap-trap van on the pretext of showing them the other Universities that they could've applied for. One of his favourite tricks is to speed like a demon, take corners a little too sharply, that kind of thing. He gets off on their fear, and reckons it makes them kind of horny. My car is kind of a bomb, so I consider the possibility of giving it a try.
I lean upon the coping and remark on the brightness of the sun reflecting off the water, and this sets up a conversation with the girls. I quickly turn it to some gentle probing about how long they've been in Australia (only three weeks so far) and that sort of thing. Fortunately the sun is so bright, and with me being blonde, I'm able to repeatedly shield my eyes against the glare from the water with my hand, covertly allowing me to sneak glances at the girls' tits.
One of the girls, the taller of the two, called Narumi, is leaning back on her hands, and her breasts seem kind of small under a striped lime and yellow bikini that glows like phosphorescence under this sun.
The other girl, Aiko, is more my type. A little shorter than myself, with more meat on her than her friend. She's so cute, too. I like girls who have that one apparent flaw to their beauty: a snaggletooth, and upturned nose, large ears that stick out. A combination of these with beautiful eyes and a cheeky smile is even more charming. Aiko has eyes that angle sharply down as they near her nose... not like esotropia or something, more like the skin of her eyes arches down. It reminds me a little bit of those vampires in that 30 Days of Night movie. Or like a pixie or something. In any case, it makes her the cutest thing ever in my book.
Aiko's is the string bikini, too; a navy and red patterned number that cups her boobs like a lover's hands. She's leaning forward, gently swishing the water with her fingertips, so her tits hang forward from her body. They're the perfect size for me: round and shaped like mangoes, with enough to spill from my outstretched hand. The swell of her hip is her other attraction: she's bottom heavy, with a plump ass and wide thighs. I can feel my cock stirring at the sight.
I convince them to let me take their photo on Aiko's phone for them, and type my number into her contacts list while I am it, which makes them laugh.
"It's so I can take you to dinner tonight," I explain, and am relieved when they readily agree.
"We have another friend," Narumi ventures.
"The more the merrier," I cheerfully announce, just happy that I have an opportunity to catch up with Aiko later on.
All the way home there's a spring in my step, if not an urgency, as my mind pours over and over again the details of their bodies, of Aiko's strange eyes and gorgeous smile. So it's with great delight that I later receive a text message from Aiko, and am able to arrange to meet them at a local restaurant.
On the way to meet them later that night, I swing by the local liquor store and grab two bottles of wine, a dry white and a moscato.
Outside the restaurant the girls are waiting, and while I assumed the third person would be female, and is, I had never thought that it mightn't be. Her name is Kaori, with huge eyes and a small mouth. Now dressed in a white lace dress and an orange cardigan, Aiko's still the one for me, however, and I make that obvious during the dinner when most of my focus is turned towards her. I think it becomes obvious, for the girls are giggling amongst themselves and jibing Aiko in Japanese. I smile at her awkwardness. She's too much for me.
The moscato turns out to be the real winner, even though I personally consider it the inferior of the two wines. But the girls are fascinated by its sweet taste, and they finish the whole thing off between them, and all the more brazen for it. Now the gentle teasing from before has developed into ribald ribbing, and despite the language barrier I can surmise that Aiko is being mercilessly hounded because of my interest in her. She simply laughs and pretends to sulk at their taunts.
By the end of the dinner, however, it has become clear that the girls are keen to put some distance between themselves and me. They gather out the front and all bow to me in unison, thanking me for the night and for the leftover white wine I insisted they take home. Sensing this is a make or break moment, I offer to drive the girls home. They consider this, conferring amongst themselves for a moment, before humbly accepting my offer. The jocularity and ease of the dinner relations has been replaced with a stiff kind of formality that I'm struggling with.
