It had been a long day, but I had told my boss that I would drive past North Head campground on the way back to the depot to check on reports of vandalism. The track into North Head was pretty rough, as it hadn't been graded since the recent storms, so I was not expecting too many campers to be there. It was one of my favourite campsites on the coast with a short walk to a sheltered beach and several easy walks through the surrounding forest and along the cliff line overlooking the ocean.
I parked in the day-use area just on sunset and walked up to the campground, looking for the reported vandalism on the toilet block. It was still warm, probably around mid-thirties and I felt myself starting to sweat slightly after getting out of the air-conditioned vehicle. There were some new anti-logging posters which I chose to ignore, and some idiot had drawn a cock and balls in one of the stalls. A clean-up job for another day.
The camp sites were well scattered and separated from each other, and I could see three groups. The first group was a couple in their twenties, driving a bit of a clunker, but after a chat they were obviously just out to enjoy the area and to get out of Sydney for a long weekend. The next group were three guys in their late teens. They had started drinking already and there were empty beer bottles lying around. They had mountain bikes and kayaks and from the glazed eyes I suspect that they had been smoking dope. I gave them a talking to about cleaning up their camp site, wrote down their vehicle registration number and let them know I would be back tomorrow.
The third group was at the other end of the campground, away from the others at one of the best sites with views along the beach. As I approached, I realised that there were three tents and four women sitting around cooking dinner and drinking wine. They all appeared to be in their early to mid-thirties. I introduced myself and explained that I was the Parks Service ranger, though that was pretty obvious from my uniform. They were all chatty, telling me that they were down from Sydney for a few days. Looking around at their camp at least one of them was an experienced camper and when I commented on this, a tall dark-haired woman with a wonderful smile introduced herself as Heather and said that that was her. Heather was wearing shorts and a T shirt that were both just a bit too tight, highlighting her long legs and curves nicely. She introduced me to the others: Sandy, a shortish woman, with short dirty hair, again wearing shorts but instead of a shirt, she was wearing a bikini top. Where I could guess what Heathers' breasts looked like, Sandy's were proudly on display. I was guessing a comfortable C cup and moved nicely when she stood up to shake my hand. Michelle had long dark hair tied back in a ponytail and was medium height. She was also wearing shorts and a T shirt, and I was only slightly disappointed that it was not as tight as Heathers. As she moved around, here breasts moved naturally inside her shirt, confirming that she wasn't wearing a bra. The fourth woman was truly stunning, and I caught myself staring before Heather got my attention by clapping her hands.
"Oy, don't stare, she is human just like the rest of us," Heather told me.
I looked up guiltily, realising that I was staring at her breasts, framed by a tiny bikini top, that barely covered anything.
"Sorry," I stammered, sharing my apology between both the blond and Heather.
"This is Debbie," said Heather. "And yes, she is a model. And no, she is not a dumb blond."
Debbie was wearing just a bikini, and the bottoms were, in keeping with her top, tiny. If you imagine your favourite model, not the skinny fashion models, but the real models or sometimes the porn stars, then this was Debbie. The sort of woman where it was impossible not to fantasise, even briefly, about having her on her back on a table, with her legs over your shoulders and fucking her hard while looking into her eyes. Looking at Debbie, then around the others in the group, I felt a familiar stirring in my pants.
"Oy," Heather said again. "There are actually four of us here, and we are all reasonably good looking."
Which was true. While Debbie was stunning, they were all very good looking. Heather had that tight sporty look, and I imagined a lot of stamina in bed. Sandy had been watching this interaction and from the look in her eyes, was tired of guys looking at Debbie all the time and was quite prepared to be a bit outrageous to bring the attention back to her. Michelle looked like your typical girl next door, but one who was dating guys much older than her and didn't mind who knew it.
"Can we offer you a wine or a beer," Michelle asked?
I looked around the four of them again, hoping my growing cock was not too obvious in my pants.
"I would really love to," I replied, smiling broadly at them all "but I have an appointment in town tonight that I can't get out of."
"A date," asked Debbie. "What is she like," she asked teasingly. I am sure that she deliberately shook her breasts at me.
"Four women in the bush is better than one in the town," said Sandy, continuing the teasing, also giving her breasts a shake.
"One beer," said Heather, bending over to get a beer from the esky, then presenting it to me proudly, knowing very well that I had been watching her arse.
"Oh fuck, you lot are dangerous," I told them, "but no, it is not a date. My mum is in town and is heading off tomorrow. I am having dinner with her." Which was the truth.
"Do we believe him. Does he have a sure thing in town tonight or is he really meeting his mum," asked Heather."
Before anyone could answer I offered "but I am coming back out here tomorrow. I have to check on reports of a dog attack on the penguin colony at the next beach. I have to walk around from here." This was not completely true. While this was on my to do list, I had suddenly pushed it to the top of the list for tomorrow.
The next day, I parked in the day-use area again and wandered down to the beach. I could see the women, about two thirds of the way along, maybe 100 metres away. I could see that they had carried an esky, probably full of wine or beer and wondered why they had setup so far down the beach. As I got closer it became apparent that they were all topless. Michelle, Sandy and Debbie were sitting up watching me approach, while Heather was lying on her front. As I got to about twenty metres away, Michelle pulled a T shirt on, covering herself, but Sandy and Debbie just sat there showing off their breasts. The bikini tops last night hadn't covered much and offered an element of mystique, but bare breasts to a guy are a truly wonderful sight. As I looked over at Heather, with her bare back, and tight arse in a tie on the side's bikini bottom, resting on her forearms showing off a the sides of her breasts, I realised that while breasts are fantastic, just about every part of a woman's body is beautiful to look at. Remembering the teasing from last night, I was quickly getting hard in my pants again.
We chatted again. They teased me again about my date with my mum last night, but they found out I was single and didn't have a girlfriend. I found out that Heather lived with her boyfriend, Sandy and Michelle were newly single and that Debbie had a stable of guys, none of which really mattered greatly. As we talked, another bottle of wine was opened. They asked if I wanted a drink, but I decided I better stay sober. I was at work after all.
Eventually I announced that I would be back in about an hour after I walked around to the next beach to check on the penguins. Sandy quickly asked if she could come with me, to which I agreed. Heather then asked if she could come too, but then there was a weird set of looks between them and she changed her mind. Obviously there had been some sort of female messaging going on that I had no chance of understanding.
I suggested that Sandy put on shoes, because the walk around the headland was rocky and that maybe she should put on some extra sunscreen.
"Are you worried that I would get my tits sunburnt" she asked, placing her hands under them, and presenting them towards me.
"They are stunning tits," I told her. "It would be a shame to damage them." To which the other three laughed and hooted.
"Should I put a shirt on," Sandy asked.
"You don't need to," I told her.
"Do you want me to stay topless," she asked.
"Very definitely," I replied.
She picked up a tube of sun cream and squirted a dollop on each breast. She looked up at me, obviously making a decision, then rubbed the cream over them giving them a good coverage, even pulling on her nipples gently. The other three had gone quiet, wondering how far Sandy was going to go, but then Heather suggested "at least let him do your shoulders and back." Sandy threw me the tube of sun cream then turned away from me. Her skin felt wonderfully sleek and warm under my hand, as I rubbed across her shoulders and down her back. When I got to her bikini bottoms, she looked back over her shoulder and told me to stop.
"Let's not put on too much of a show for the girls," she told me, "they are already horny enough after our conversation this morning."
I raised an eyebrow, asking for more information.
"Don't you say a word," all three of the others almost shouted together.
It took about twenty minutes to walk around to the next beach and fortunately, there were no signs of dogs, and all the penguins were tucked up in their day burrows or out fishing. As we had walked, we had chatted. I had learned a bit more about the group; with Sandy, Michelle and Heather knowing each other from uni, and Debbie being a friend of Heathers from years ago.
Sandy had also flirted outrageously, asking how often I got naked in the bush, describing how wild it felt wandering around topless, commenting how hot she was.
"We should have a swim," said Sandy "I can see you're hot."
Not sure if she intended the double meaning, I told her that I didn't have my swimmers with me.
