The beach itself was perfect -- or as perfect as a beach could be with the pitfalls of sand pushing up between one's toes, gritty and uncomfortable. Bare flesh rang on display as Robin giggled and flaunted herself, spinning around and around and kicking up sand for the sheer hell of it, the waves crashing on the shore in a gentle lap of white horses. The waves were not high enough for surfing, which was a shame in the case of Dave, but no one else would really have wanted to strip down and get too physical out in the ocean, least of all Jim who secretly feared being swept out into the ocean. He knew only too well what could happen when one wasn't paying attention to their surroundings, after all, although that was no such thought to have on a nice day out at the beach.
"Eeee!"
Robin lunged for the volleyball, a net set up by previous beach-goers that was just perfect for what she had in mind. She wasn't very good at volleyball because of the way that her body was weighted and, truly, her lack of practice in that regard showing through. She could have been good at volleyball, really, if she wanted to, but it wasn't her thing, really, and she just wanted to be out in the sunshine, doing all she could to show off to Dave with a little flirt and swing of her hips.
And who could have ignored those hips? While she was showing off to just one of the guys on the opposite side of the volleyball net, the sun shining down as if it wanted to highlight the gleam of sun cream on her skin, Robin had more than one set of eyes on her. She shook and she swayed and she flirted and she giggled -- and yet all that she did had far more of an effect that she possibly could have imagined.
Dave licked his lips, drooling over her, but that proved to be nothing in comparison to how Jim stared and stared... It would have been rude if it was not completely and utterly put down to him being incompetent at volleyball (which was also true) but how he could concentrate on anything other than the expanses of bare flesh on show from Robin would have been a challenge for a much stronger man than he. Perhaps a gay man. Well, it was hard to look anywhere else...
She put herself on show and lunged for the volleyball, breasts bouncing so violently that it was a surprise, truly, that they did not bounce entirely out of her bikini. How it held them in check, nipples covered, was a mystery in itself but a mystery that Jim was happy to explore, if only he could get his nerdy, white hands on her breasts. Would he ever get that for himself? And just how would they feel? Even standing there on the sand, wearing old man sandals that were comfortable and possibly orthopaedic too, his fingers twitched, fingering her tits and nipples in the lustful realm of his imagination. In his mind, he leaned over her, Robin lying on her back on his bed, her breasts in his hands, groped and manipulated, clumsily squeezed. What he knew of sex had been gleaned from the locker room and snatched conversations, although he was not the sort of guy to go for porn, despite knowing well enough how to lock down his computer so that no one, anyway, would be able to find out what he'd been looking at. Maybe it would have done him well to broaden his horizons in that manner but taking in her bare skin, toes curling in those ballet flats still, was more than enough for a man who did not know, as yet, just what he wanted from a woman.
Alex, however, could not be said to be on her A-game either, unless you counted her going for Robin over and over again -- the girl on her own team! -- as being on her game! If groping Robin had a point system, Alex would have been all over that, stealing touches wherever she could get away with it, grabbing her around the waist and spinning like a top. Robin squealed, feet leaving the floor, and Alex revelled in the sensation of holding her up against her, buttocks squeezed into her lower stomach, the weight of Robin pulling her forward as if she could fall on top of her and take her, woman to woman, right there and then. Alex shivered, gasping as she released her sexy charge. Wouldn't that be something?
They put her heavy breathing down to the exertion of lunging and jumping about in the sun, although no one really knew just how good Alex was normally at volleyball. It wasn't her top sport but it was still good enough to get her on the teams during her younger years at school, doing what she liked in the realm of sports and physical activity. As a result, her body was harder and tougher than most ladies who came out of that school, not that Alex really had all that many points of reference to work with. It may have been nice to get on with someone as butch as her, the masculine edge lending her a new tenacity, but the girly-girl side too...mm... Now, that was something that she'd like to have between her thighs.
Tickling was her weapon of forte and people may have been forgiven for thinking that Alex was playing against Robin, aiming to score points for herself as she wrenched and wrestled her, too rough entirely as she shot for the ball, swinging her out of the way with an arm around the blonde's waist. Robin shrieked but in glee, not feeling the grope of her breasts -- both, in fact, very impressive -- as Alex slipped her hands up, teasing and squeezing all for her own ultimate pleasure.
Damn... A body as smoking hot as that needed to be touched, loved, adored. Why, Robin was her queen and she so very desperately needed to be revered as such. Her breasts were perfect, the curve of her tiny waist, that hourglass figure... It was something that deserved to be looked at and she had both eyes and hands enough for Robin to deal with out on their makeshift volleyball court. Although there were lines drawn in the sand so that they knew when they went out of bounds, it was those very lines that became blurred in more ways that just the one, jostling and giggling playfully for position.
"My ball!"
Alex stepped in front of Robin at the very last moment, claiming her place as Robin squeaked and bumped into her from behind, boobs first.
"Oh! I'm sorry!"
Alex wasn't sorry at all though, not one bit. She had the sexy babe exactly where she wanted her to be and shivered in place, breathing heavily as she relished in the recollection of just how Robin's tits had felt pressed up against her back. For once, she regretted not wearing something skimpier herself, if only so that she could have more skin to skin contact with her, their breasts pressing together in lustful, raw abandon, all that Alex needed and so much more.
She could have simply held back her desires for too long but Robin was not to know that as she relaxed into things, the ease of the day and relaxation that it brought drawing down tensions as if they were, perhaps, partaking in something alcoholic. But there were a couple more years due on them before that would become legal and it was not as if Dave himself would have had the presence of mind to score a six-pack at the very least before heading out. That was another area in which his father was incredibly strict and, although he did the partying rounds, Dave had never hosted a house party or consumed alcohol at home. What people thought was magic about that age of twenty-one, however, when it came to drinking, no one would ever know. Responsibility, after all, did not come to those who had not earned it for themselves and irresponsibility ran amok in quivering fingertips and hands that groped.
"Oh!"
