It was a nice sunny Sunday and I was spending the day at the beach. I'd been swimming and mucking around with friends all morning but after lunch I decided I'd take a break for an hour or so. I had a book I wanted to read and I hiked off by myself to find a secluded spot. I had to find somewhere quiet or I'd just be dragged back into everything.
I was fortunate in that I knew the area around the beach. Between the beach and the car park was a fairly wide strip of native vegetation. To the casual eye it looks dense, no way through, go around me. A few fenced off paths leading through the vegetation added to this effect. However, to those of us in the know, there were a few accessible hidey holes.
There was a gap halfway along a fence on one of the paths. Slip through this and behind the bushes was a nice little patch of grass. This wasn't the section I wanted, though. It had no shade. A little higher and there was another little grassy patch, sheltered by a tree. That's where I was headed.
From my little patch I could see the first grassy area and through gaps in the trees I could see the path. If I spotted anyone I wanted to speak to I could always give them a yell. If I didn't want to speak to anyone, well, they wouldn't spot me. Even anyone on that first bit of grass wouldn't notice me through the trees. I settled down and started to read.
I suppose I'd been there for about half an hour and was enjoying my quiet time when someone spoke.
"Looking good there, girl," a voice said.
I groaned to myself and looked up, assuming one of the beach bums had found me. It was a voice I didn't recognise, which is why I assumed it was a beach bum. You know the type of guy. They spend all their time at the beaches, wandering around and generally trolling for girls. Some girls like them. Can't see the appeal, myself.
I was lucky. There was no-one there watching me and wanting to flirt. I glanced towards the other grassed area but that was still empty so I was going to ignore it but I saw a movement from the direction of the path. Moving slightly I could see between the trees and had quite a clear view of the path.
Snooty Jen was standing on the path, looking very fetching in a tiny bikini. A lot less bikini that I'd wear, that was for sure. I call her Snooty Jen because after she turned eighteen she'd picked up the habit of jibbing at being called Jen. "The name is Jennifer," she'd say in a snooty voice. "Jen sounds so plebeian."
Facing Jen was the guy who'd spoken to her, together with a mate. I'd seen them around and as far as I was concerned they were the quintessential beach bums. I wouldn't be surprised if they slept on the beach and I was willing to bet they'd never held down a proper job. They were standing there leering at Jen.
Knowing Jen I'd have been willing to bet that she wouldn't even deign to reply to them, just push past and keep on going. She surprised me.
"Thank you," she said. "I know."
I might point out that her answering and saying 'thank you' surprised me. Her saying 'I know' didn't surprise me in the slightest. The fact that she had answered meant she probably knew these guys, which was also slightly surprising.
"Are you just here for the day or actually staying in the area," Fred asked. (I have to label them something and Fred and Jack seemed simple enough names for a couple of simpletons. I'll use those names to protect the innocent and the guilty.)
"Just the day," Jen said. "Not that it's any of your business."
"Eh? Of course it's our business, isn't it?" he added, nudging his mate.
"Right on," said Jack. "We have to know how long we have to get to know you."
"But I see no need for you to get to know me," Jen explained.
In that case, why aren't you just brushing them off and going on your way? You're not nailed to the path, you know.
"It's just that we're really friendly guys. Never met a girl we didn't like. Isn't that right?" with another nudge to his partner.
"Right on," said Jack, and I was wondering if I should have called him Yesman."
"Getting much of a tan?" asked Fred.
"Enough," said Jen, and Fred laughed.
"I can see you're getting some but what are you doing about tan-lines?"
"None of your business," Jen pointed out for a second time.
Actually, I knew that Jen had been sun-bathing with detached straps as often as she could. She hated tan-lines. She probably did naked sun-bathing at home to help get rid of them.
Fred laughed at her again. He seemed easily amused. He also reached out and slipped a shoulder strap to the side, showing that she didn't have much in the way of a tan line.
"Don't do that," Jen said, speaking quite casually as she pushed the strap back into place.
That didn't seem right to me. I'd have thought she'd have snarled something rude at them. I certainly would have.
"She'd right," Jack said, speaking up without being prompted. "That's no way to check a girl's tan."
"You got a point," admitted Fred.
To my astonishment he reached out, hooked a finger into the top of Jen's bikini bottom and pulled it out. This was the point at which she'd tear him a new asshole. Wrong again. She just pulled away a fraction, letting her bikini pull free from his snagging finger.
"I could see you shaved," Fred observed, "but I wasn't sure of the tan-line."
"That's because you're a dope," Jack told him. "Easiest way is like this."
Now he reached out and pulled one of the bra cups to the side, letting Jen's breast spill out. I could only see the side of it but it was nice and white where the cup had been.
"Uh-huh, tan-lines," Fred said. "You need to pick a place where you can tan properly."
Jen was busy stuffing her breast back in the bikini, not even bothering to reprimand Jack. What was it with her? She was acting like a tramp. If one of us had been with her she'd have cut these two clowns off at the socks as soon as they opened their mouths. As for the rest of it, there'd have been mayhem if she thought there was a witness.
"How about you leave my bikini alone," Jen reprimanded, sounding mildly exasperated. Personally, I'd have been red hot over something like that.
"You do know there are places where you can hide out and go topless on this beach?" Fred observed.
"No, there isn't," Jen promptly contradicted him. "Any open areas on this beach have a lot of traffic. I'm not laying around topless for some gormless idiot to ogle me."
"If you're referring to us we wouldn't be so crude," Fred protested. "But there are secret little places if you know where to look. One just over there," he added, jerking his thumb in the rough direction of the smaller patch of lawn.
"Bid deal. You can't expect me to go wading through that jungle in search of a clearing."
"You don't have to. Look here. You just slip through this break in the fence and pass these bushes and Voila."
While talking Fred had done precisely that, with Jen following on behind. Jack trailed Jen and now all three were looking at the sunny patch of grass between me and the path. Like I said before, I could see that patch through the bushes but they couldn't see me. Not unless they came looking.
"See," said Fred triumphantly. "This sort of place is ideal for sun-bathing and no-one can see what goes on here. I use it myself."
To demonstrate the suitability of the little patch of lawn for sun-bathing Fred dropped his shorts to show he had an all-over tan. He also had an erection but that wasn't why he dropped his shorts of course.
"Do you mind?" said Jen letting a touch of exasperation creep into her voice. She spun around to depart to find Jack standing there, also wearing no shorts and sporting an erection.
"Relax," Fred said. "We're just demonstrating that this area is safe for nude tanning and getting away from those tan-lines. I mean, just look at you. Don't you want those tan-lines gone?"
To help Jen look at her own tan-lines he'd taken hold of her bikini bottom and drawn it down. Well down. It's a wonder she didn't trip over when she turned to face him, what with those around her ankles. Fortunately one leg pulled free.
