The morning after I woke up alone in bed, coming to my senses as I heard voices from kitchen. 'Everyone is probably up and eating already' I though. The images of the events from last night started flowing in my head, and I had to stay in the room for a while waiting for my erection to subside.
I opened the door and was greeted with an amazing view of my girlfriend as they had breakfast: our three friends were sitting on the table, and Rachel was picking something up from the floor, her ass turned to me.
She still wore the same clothes from yesterday and I could clearly see that the shorts had not dried fully! Her big butt was bursting through it, the piece of fabric completely disappeared between her cheeks, leaving only the insides of her pussy lips covered.
I started to get another hard on as I greeted everyone and quickly sat on the table to conceal it. Rachel had already finished eating and was up and tidying the house, giving anyone that wanted to look a, only partially obstructed, view of her body.
Everyone else finished eating and were leaving the table when Sarah whispered in my ear "Don't forget our photo shooting today", and, looking around to be sure no one saw, she gave me a peck on the lips.
We took turns taking shower, as the house only had the one bathroom, and before long were heading to the beach.
The sun shone hard as temperatures were well above the 30°C, without a single cloud in the sky. We did not have a beach umbrella, and the beach did not have anywhere we could catch some shade.
We walked a bit on the sand, looking for an empty place to sit. Soon enough we found one, and the girls dropped their towels in the sand and took off their covers, showing what they were hiding underneath.
Apparently, they went shopping beforehand, because they had matching, real low cut, bikinis, as they proudly showed. They seemed to be ready to put on a bit of a show, modeling to us.
My girlfriend was the curviest of the lot, and as she posed in front of our group, we could see her ass engulfing the whole back of the bottoms. The front barely covered her pubes, looking closely you would even see the parts that she shaved. The top was as small as, not even starting to contain her big tits, in a way that she had to adjust it at every moment just to avoid having a nip slip.
Amy was the skinnier of the trio, and the only one whose bikini actually fit properly. She had clearly chosen a smaller side, but it still wasn't as risqué as on the other girls. The bottom showed a good portion of her shaven mounds, well-defined abs and the top framed nicely her small bosom.
Sarah's body resembled my girlfriend's, but in a more petite way, although her proportions looked more extreme in her small figure. Her bubble butt enveloped the backside - if you looked from afar it was as if she was bottomless - the front part was so low that one could see a faint smidge of her pubes. The top seemed like at least one size too small so that, like Rachel, it had to be frequently adjusted so that her nipples would stay covered.
We stayed a bit on the sand, taking turns going into the water so we wouldn't leave our belongings unattended, but the heat was unbearable without a shelter, and we decided it would be better to just go back to te house.
Rachel was the last to leave the water and just when she was walking towards us, a massive wave hit her from behind. Before we could even start to worry, she surfaced, saying she was fine, although covered in sand.
The thing about getting dunked by a wave is that it is a really confusing event. The moment that you find yourself trapped under water there's only one though passing through your brain: to surface and breathe. So, in the few seconds that it (hopefully) lasts, you can even try to hold on to your clothes, and not get dragged in the sand but sure enough, it won't work as expected.
Case in point - my girlfriend standing in the shallow water, right tit entirely out of the bikini, the left one just barely holding into it, bottoms down from their original place by a few centimeters, leaving her hips as exposed as the upper part of her pussy.
"Oh my god, I'm totally covered in sand!" Rachel said, walking towards us. "Hmm, babe" I said pointing to her disheveled (lack of) clothing.
Blushing a bit, she quickly put it back into place, but not before having the attention of all the males in the vicinity, including Jeff, that got even a step closer to have a better view.
Although Rachel and I have our agreement about getting involved with other people, and even though Jeff had been inside her just mere hours ago, I couldn't help but feel uneasy about him looking at her naked bits. It might be because we study together, see each other frequently, and also that I've seen him checking her out, even commenting about her body with other guys, but I couldn't help but feel a bit of jealously.
We started coming back to the house as Rachel walked by my side "There's sand EVERYWHERE" she complained, pulling the top away from her skin showing her sand-covered nipples. I tried to make her wait until the house to clean herself, but she wouldn't have it, and kept catching the attention of every passer-by with her frequently exposing glimpses of her already too exposed body.
Eventually, we made it to the house. As soon as we opened the door, Rachel headed straight to the outdoor shower, as I went inside to fill our cooler with ice and beers.
I half expected Jeff to help me, so when he didn't show up, I knew something was going on. Sure enough, as I step outside, there was my girlfriend, in her naked majesty taking a shower in front of all our friends.
In her defense, at least she had the modesty of facing away from them, although I wondered what kind of view they had as she bent over.
As she heard me leaving the house, she half turned in our direction, giving us a bit of side-boob action. I though Jeff was going to strain his neck trying to catch a view of her nipples, but she quickly spun around and put the bikini back on.
We discussed going to a more private beach when Amy chimed in, saying she knows a good one that was about 30 minutes away. Since her parents owned the house we were staying, and she came by often, we took her word for it. And off we went.
A couple kilometers from the house we found a small shop that had some parasols displayed up front. So we stopped, bought one and kept driving.
The street leading to the beach hit a dead end at a small parking lot, its emptiness was a good sign. Leaving the car, we went through a short pathway and arrived in paradise!
The water was clear, the sand was white and, best of all: empty! As we settled down, I studied its geography: from our right we could see a few kilometers of the beach. Nearest people were just barely visible far away, then small groups every few hundred meters or so. It sure seemed that everyone wanted a bit of space to be alone. To our left, the shoreline made a steep curve, in a way that if anyone walked through it, we would only see when they were less than 100 meters from us.
The girls quickly laid down, sharing the two towels we had between the 3 of them, their backs to the sun. Our beach umbrella was set to their left, and bellow it stayed the cooler, Jeff and me, sitting on one of those foldable beach chairs.
The girls were entertaining themselves, so Jeff and I just leaned back drinking some beer and discussing football. Turned out we rooted for the same club.
A few minutes go by, and I notice some movement from the girls: they had untied their bikini tops but were still laying down on her bellies. As I started looking away, my girlfriend changed positions, now supporting her weight on her elbows. Now the entirety of her tits was hanging free, bar the nipples that were, just barely, kept hidden by the towel. If you watched closely, even the aureolae was visible.
I started talking to Jeff to try and shift his attention from my girlfriend's boobs, and after a while he looked away from her. We talked some more until he turned down to get more beers in the cooler but seemed to be entertained by something to our right.
As the sun started hitting its apex in the blue sky, the girls started to even their tan by laying on their backs. At this point we had all been drinking for some time, and it was starting to show: the trio just discarded their tops, their tits standing proudly pointing up. Rachel saw that she had our attention, and, pretending not to notice, adjusted the bottoms, giving us just a fleeting glimpse of what hid underneath it.
Jeff had already dismissed any attempt of conversation with me, focusing solely on the girls, so I followed suit.
Suddenly, while we were too distracted by the show in front of us, two guys came from the beach to our left. I only saw when they were already behind us. They stopped for a while, not even attempting to hide they were looking at the naked beauties.
Drunk enough, the girls didn't even bother covering up. The guys stood there watching for almost a minute, pretending to talk between them, and looking at their phones. At some point one of them even pointed it at the girls, and I suspect he might have taken a photo before going their way.
Not long after, the girls announced they were going to the water. Undoubtedly, Jeff and I went right after, bringing some more beers with us, to keep the buzz going.
The beach had shallow water as far as we could walk, so it didn't matter how far we went from the shore, it was barely at hip level of the shortest of us.
Walking in after the girls were already sitting, I realized just how exposed they were. From my point of view, it was clear that they were topless. Full breasts and nipples were on the menu as of now.
We sat in a circle talking, with my girlfriend to my right, Jeff and Amy besides her, then Sarah. A few minutes in, I feel Rachel starting to get closer to me. It goes on, until she is basically on my lap.
I grabbed her hips, and she immediately brought her hands to my cock "Well well well, what do we have here?" she asked with a smile.
"That's the effect you have on me, babe" I responded.
"Me, or the other two topless girls?"
"That too, but mostly you, exhibiting yourself like that" I smirked.
"If you don't like it, I can stop right now and cover up..." she bluffed. Rachel knew damn well just how much these kinds of situations turn me on.
