A day at the beach 2
It was an hour later I went back to my car, dripping wet from the last rescue. All I had by way of a change of clothes was an old t shirt and a dry pair of club speedos -- kept so I had something dry to wear home instead of sitting on my car seat in wet gear. Plus I had some running shoes; kept there for when I do go for a run after a day at the beach.
I decided to go to the unit dressed as I was, shoving the extra gear with my towel in a bag.
Even though it had been a busy afternoon in terms of rescues, in the hour since the girls had headed back to the unit, I'd had time to contemplate the situation I'd got myself into.
It was by no means an unpleasant situation, but it was certainly...well... bizarre. Two stunningly attractive sisters had picked me off the beach for the specific purpose of having sex with me. Not just once it seemed, but rather for a day of what seemed like almost continuous sex. I mean, that's not something that happens very often, is it? Well, not to me anyway.
Were they just using me?
In a way, yes. But I can't say I wasn't enjoying being used. And it was after all using me in the nicest possible way. They were more than beautiful. Everything I'd seen about them indicted they were really nice people too; ones it was a pleasure to be around.
When I got to the unit, a press of the button next to the door had the girls give me access to the building to find Annika standing at the unit door, holding it open by the time I stepped out of the lift. They were both still in bikinis, Laila sunning herself out on the patio.
I was no longer dripping wet, but my shorts were soaked and the lower half of my suntop, even though I'd taken it off to go into the water, pretty wet around the bottom half from resting against the shorts. I asked Annika if I could get changed in the bathroom.
She smiled at me,,,
"We've seen it before. You don't have to go in the bathroom you know. But if it makes you feel better, of course."
I could relate to her challenge. But force of habit and the fact my clothes were wet, made me want to use the bathroom. I slipped off my boardies, the speedos under them and my suntop, slipping on the dry pair of speedos. I wondered about the t shirt. The girls were running around in swimmers and the day was certainly warm enough not to need a top to avoid being cold.
I decided to leave it off. I rinsed in fresh water my wet, salt encrusted clothes, then carrying my dry top in one hand and the wet gear in the other; made a bee line for the patio to hang the latter over the rail in the sun, to get them to dry quickly.
The girls were sitting at the patio table. As I turned away from the rail, Annika stood up and signalled for me to sit on the Ottoman she'd been sitting on...
"Would you like a beer?"
"That would be lovely."
Annika disappeared inside and came back with three beers and a plate with cheese and crackers. After placing them on the table, she sat across my lap again.
Running her hand across my chest, she commented...
"Your muscles are very firm and your body is very...what's the expression...ah, yes. Ripped. Have you been saving lots of people and swimming around?"
'We had to go in the water to help a few people out, So yes, I had to do a bit of swimming. But it was no big deal."
"Maybe not, but it is still a very impressive body you have. Very attractive to us girls."
I had no response to that comment. I was of course flattered, but my first inclination was to downplay it; although, even there, I couldn't think of a suitable reply. In any case events overtook me as after a brief pause, Annika added...
"You body seems to be pleased in what it sees in us girls too."
As before, Annika had sat across my lap in a way that left her thigh resting on top of the tip of my swimmer encased manhood. With a combination of her breasts right under my eyes, Laila's thrusting perkily right in front of me across the table, with her legs spread far enough apart to display the way her bikini pants were drawn tightly into her crease and the physical stimulation of Annika's gorgeous body in all sorts of intimate contact with me, my manhood had responded.
My erection, as it grew, once again slid across the underside of her thigh and the tip ended up in her crease. But this time I was at least unphased by it, even if Annika caught me by surprise as she stood up and announced...
"I should let Laila sit on your lap. After all she was the one that chose you for us to have sex with."
I was left momentarily dumbfounded by that last statement as Laila quickly took over Annika's position on my lap; squirming around on it to make sure the end of my erection was firmly embedded in her crease.
There was something in the way she put it, combined with an earlier comment that indicated they knew in advance what my program for the day would be and it wasn't a spur of the moment interaction...
"When did she chose me?"
"Yesterday."
"When yesterday?"
"When you came out of the water for your swim across the bay and we saw you have lifesaver swimwear on."
Laila's hands were all over me. She'd shown through the day a liking for running her hand through my hair. But now with the other hand, she was stroking my chest and occasionally feeling up my biceps...
"I'm confused. How did you know I'd be back down the beach today?"
"We heard you talking to Carol as you stood duty yesterday."
Laila, who to a certain extent had let Annika do all the talking for them both, cut in...
"As you know, Annika and I wanted to have sex with an Australian lifesaver. So we hung at at the beach near the lifeguard station to watch you all. We saw you drop off some gear before you went into the water to do your lap of the beach.
When you came back all pumped up from the swimming, I couldn't take my eyes off this tall, hansom, strong, muscular man. And as I watched and heard you interact with the women at the station you struck me as a really nice man too. We saw how much the girls there seemed to enjoy your presence and made a point of hugging you both when you arrived and when you left. And Annika liked the look of you too.
So we heard you tell Carol you'd be down for a lap of the beach, but didn't start duty until a later time today.
So we made sure we were down there when you went for a swim and positioned ourselves near you when you laid down on the beach."
My head was spinning...
"What were you two giggling about when you sat in front of me?"
Laila blushed and went silent. For a moment, Annika hesitated too...
"Laila was imagining having sex with you and fantasising about what she'd like to do with your strong, beautiful body before and afterwards...and wondering about the size of your erection. But I am guilty too. We both talked about how we should have sex with you."
Then added...
"Do you feel we...I think you call it, objectified you?"
I smiled...
"Well, it sounds like I was objectified, but I'm not complaining. It has been a delight to meet a pair of lovely women like yourselves."
"And have sex with us?"
"Yes, and have sex with you too."
I got the conversation to move back to them. Their father did turn out to be a rich industrialist in Sweden. And while I didn't push it too far, I got the impression we were talking very, very rich. Like possibly billionaire rich.
He was funding their holiday without any great limitations being put on it, and also their education. But I had to give him credit that he was trying to make the girls see the ordinary side of life too.
If they wanted it, eventually he saw them working in his business. But before that they had to get out in the real world. Laila's history teaching was part of that. She'd studied to be a teacher and would do that for a couple of years before studying business. Annika was already studying for a Masters in Business, but working part time in a small retail shop.
Their dad might fund a holiday now and then, but didn't buy them expensive cars or clothes, or other markers of spoilt children of the rich.
They had a confidence which let them seek what they wanted -- such as picking me up -- but not any arrogance about it that I could detect. They didn't seem to boast, about their fortitude of being born into the wealthy, to the world either, not being that keen on social media. Indeed, I wasn't far wrong in thinking the picture of us fucking was in fact at least partly for their walls (or at least a secret diary) and maybe shared with a small number of close friends.
Oh, and it came out their mother was French; which helped explain why they seemed far more tactile than I understood the Swedes to be.
But in the course of that conversation, they extracted from me the fact I was also a University student -- studying law.
Having disclosed their stalking of me and 'objectification' (using their word) of me, they seemed keen to make sure I wasn't offended. Given the enjoyment I'd had of their company -- and I mean by that more than the sex -- I couldn't honesty reassure them I was pleased it worked out how it did and flattered they'd chosen me.
But that sort of led to a discussion of their sexual histories.
Laila, as already disclosed had only had a single boyfriend; and then only for a year. Evidently he was a pretty dud lover, giving her just enough foreplay to get himself into her and then prematurely squirting; all without compensating with a bit of fingering or going down on her to give her a climax. And she took great delight in telling me his manhood was much smaller than mine and that mine felt much better inside her and did things for her that his never came close to doing.
Let me assure that, as far as I know, I am close to a normal size, so her boyfriend must have been the one who was too small.
But having worked herself up to give him a good bagging out, she finished by saying that, before we separated, she wanted to have a go at going down on me to see what it was like.
Annika had two serious boyfriends in her life; by which she meant boys she'd had sex with. She took that opportunity to stress neither she nor Laila had ever before had sex outside a committed relationship. But they were on a special holiday and had decided to break their norm.
She didn't share Laila's disappointment with them. In bed they were what she described as ordinary but sort of adequate most of the time. But as people, in the sense of their personalities, they were even more very ordinary, but in a different sense. They were children of her father's circle of rich acquaintances and more than a bit spoilt and self focused.
Which, she indicated, is why when they came to the famous Bondi Beach, they wanted to make out with a lifesaver. And having found there were both professional ones and volunteer ones, they thought a volunteer one would be more of a departure from the sort of people Annika had mixed with.
As the afternoon moved to early evening, Annika indicated...
"We thought it would be nice to take you out to dinner tonight. We made a booking at the Ice Bergs.
