Chapter 2 - Intercourse
They did not take the risk. They were there on the beach the next day. I saw them in the distance as I walked along and I am sure they saw me from a long way away.
This time they were in swimming things, not naked, despite being in an empty part of the beach. Perhaps they had some plan to thwart me.
Jim stood up as I approached. "Robin," he said, "we've been talking."
I was hardly surprised.
"Good afternoon, Jim and good afternoon, Sandra. Another lovely day."
"We're prepared to forget what happened yesterday but anymore of your nonsense and you are out of the company and on the street with no references."
"On what pretext?"
"Shoddy work and don't think about 'unfair dismissal' and all that. An industrial tribunal might award you compensation - but possibly not with all the evidence - and, importantly, it won't or can't give you your job back and we'll make sure re-employment is so difficult for you. Of course if you just turn and walk away we'll forget all about it."
It was possibly a more generous offer than they might have made. Sandra was nodding, almost smirking, as Jim made his speech. His poise and control as a manager had all come back - perhaps with his swimming trunks.
"What about me spilling the beans on your little fling here?"
"No proof. We're not here as far as documentation and everything goes. No proof we were ever here. Just the sad wild allegations of a disgruntled, err, ex employee." He grinned in triumph. "Bye, bye Robin."
I turned with hunched shoulders and started walking up the beach and then turned. They were grinning.
"What about these photographs?" I reached into my shorts and held up a few choice photographs. Photographs taken the night before. Photographs of Jim and Sandra at a beach side restaurant with the name of the beach very clearly on a sign in the background showing quite clearly exactly where it was; photographs showing a very happy couple holding hands and even, in one, kissing. The only thing missing really was photographs of sexual intercourse.
The change in their faces as they saw them was a delight. Elation to the other thing in seconds.
"Fuck," said Jim.
"Precisely!" I replied stepping forward and back up to them, reaching and slipping my hand into Sandra's bikini top. A warm, soft breast in my hand. She pushed me away.
"Now, Sandra, I thought I made the deal clear yesterday. You do what I want for the next two days and then nothing more is said or done." Their faces were a picture as it sunk in just how their plan had failed. My victory was sweet. "Now just to make sure of what I thought we had agreed, can I have confirmation and..." I held out my hand, "your swimming things."
To the victor the spoils, the handing over of bikini and swimming shorts was like the surrender of a sword after battle. So funny seeing them removing their limited clothing and placing them in my outstretched hand. Lovely to see Sandra's fine breasts again, her carefully tended mons and womanly bottom. Wonderful to think I would shortly be inside her. My penis in my boss's long desired 'snatch.' I would watch the entry, my swollen knob pushing her folds aside. Jim would watch as well. I would insist.
They did not say anything, just looked at each other and taken their swimming things off.
"Sandra, you may suck me."
Lovely having her undo my belt and take down my shorts, kneeling naked to do so. I had not been erect before but the touch and thought of her hands changed that. As she tugged the shorts down my cock was pulled downwards so, once released, it bounded up again and slapped her on the nose.
Jim's penis was flaccid. I hoped they had not been up to naughtiness recently. I hoped their thoughts of evading my control had not lead to that disobedience. I wanted Jim 'up' as well as me.
Once more Jim's look of disgust as Sandra's lips slid over my knob but his face belied his sexual reaction to the event. Without touching it, his penis began to rise to the sexual sight. I smiled and watched. It is not often, as a heterosexual man, I get to see a penis strengthen and erect - other than my own, of course. Indeed of late I had not had a lot of opportunity, either, of viewing the other sex in a state of sexual excitement - more was the pity. The three days with Sandra would remedy that somewhat! It was interesting to watch, the thickening, the swinging around and then the jerky pumping upwards of Jim's penis.
He did not like me watching him erect. He really did not - which just encouraged me the more.
"Sandra, I think Jim would like a suck too." She was being particularly enthusiastic on my cock, clearly trying to achieve a quick climax like the day before. My climax would not be in her mouth and was certainly not going to be quick.
Nice to step back, actually pulling my knob from her mouth and see Sandra's cross face again. Clearly she had expected her plan to work.
Nice to stand and watch Sandra urn to Jim and suck. They had not really performed for an audience yesterday - Jim had been ejaculating when they first noticed me. It would be different today. I was going to play the voyeur a fair bit. I eased my foreskin up and down a few times. I was hardly going to worry about wanking in their presence, not least because that was exactly what Sandra had done to Jim the afternoon before and made him produce all over his stomach.
It was not my intention to let Jim come like that. I wanted to watch a lot more first. I made Jim run after Sandra. It was a sudden whim. I told Sandra to run across the sand and then sent Jim after her. He looked at me, saying nothing, and then ran.
It was just so funny - seeing my bosses running after each other. Sandra's boobs bouncing uncontrollably and Jim's erection bounding up and down. I had told him to stay hard as he ran and so he was, every so often, actually wanking as he ran. Oh for a video camera! To have set the resultant video to that Benny Hill chase music - so amusing to watch on a winter's evening. But to have taken a video would have gone all against that I had promised. Nothing would be mentioned on the return to England and possessing a video would have been quite against the spirit of the agreement. Instead I just watched and enjoyed. Is there anything nicer than freely bouncing boobs? What man would not like to see a whole bevy of girls running with their boobs unrestrained? I suppose the sort who would be very happy seeing a whole team of men running naked with their penises and balls just as much out of control as a girl's boobs! I had a bit of both - enough to please everyone! Possibly erect Jim's penis looked a little more controlled than Sandra's boobs - more bounding up and down than wildly swinging this way and that. Possibly more controlled but probably more amusing.
"Rugby tackle her," I called.
And he did, she went straight down on the sand. Of course to chase after a naked girl, tackle her to the ground and then fuck her would have been a reason to run erect. The fucking, though, would come later. It would be a joint effort - Jim and me. It was not yet time for that.
It was nice to see the exercise had brought a certain glow to Sandra, a certain visible perspiration. It made her body look the more inviting, it would be a little slippery to the touch - where she had not now got sand stuck to her. Nice to see the division between where the bikini had covered and where it had not. Bronzed skin and white. When I had first come across them the bikini had been missing but they had not been at the beach long enough to tan the normally hidden parts - too short a sojourn in the sun - and perhaps it might be a little difficult when home and with respective spouses to have mysteriously gained an overall tan. Indeed it might well have been prudent to apply plentiful sun screen - which lead to an idea. I could see the bottle there on the sand and the idea of applying it all over - and all over it would be - Sandra's body pleased me.
"I can do that," said Jim as I reached for the bottle.
"That's OK, Jim, I don't mind. Like to be of help,"
A squeeze of the tube right onto Sandra's breasts. It looked so like an ejaculation and the deposit of semen. It reminded me of Jim's ejaculation by Sandra's hand onto his tummy the afternoon before when I had first seen them. It would have been quite nice to have taken Jim in hand as Sandra had done and wanked him off over her breasts. Not exactly my usual style - I have never handled another bloke's erection: still less made it come. But the feeling of power, knowing I could do that was exhilarating. It would be taking his manliness from him, leave me the only male capable of fucking Sandra: him drooping and me tumescent. His semen wasted and discarded - perhaps better to make him come on the sand and kick it away than on her breasts but, visually, an ejaculation over Sandra's breasts would be pleasing. I could do it instead myself but I had only so much semen, perhaps enough for two shots that afternoon and I wanted them inside Sandra.
Lovely to stand massaging the cream onto Sandra's full, soft breasts. Perhaps in my dreams I had imagined such a thing but had never thought it would happen for real. A glimpse of cleavage at most yet, instead, I had her naked body at my disposal. I was gloriously erect. Whilst they had been running, I had divested myself of my clothes and was as naked as they. Nice to see Jim's penis still standing - clearly watching me massage Sandra's boobs sent sexual signals from his brain. He could not help himself. Wonderful mounds of slipperiness sliding through my fingers. Lovely to tweak nipples and stroke the brown areolae and those lovely little bumps all around them. It made my erection throb!
My hands wandered. And that was the point. They could wander where they liked - and they did! I applied sunscreen all over, a thorough job to make her really shiny. There is, perhaps, not a lot of point in describing its application to shoulders, arms or back but massaging the cream into the twin globes of her bottom is rather different. Her bottom was full and womanly - rather as Jim's was not - very much something to grapple with and squeeze. I even rubbed the cream into her crack and touched her bottom hole. It made her jump. She had been patient enough at my groping but that seemed to be too much.
"Robin - not that. Leave that alone."
