Impromptu Sex Beach Party

Introduction: Welcome to my Summer Lovin' 2024 contest entry. It's a slowly building tale of young adult friends becoming very friendly in the seducing atmosphere of sun, sand and sea. Great thanks to Small Island for last-minute editing help.

I am not a native English speaker, which accounts for some unusual ways of saying things. I hope you will enjoy the story. Your votes and comments will help me in any future works I may be considering, and of course, since it's a contest entry, please do take the time to add your vote to this or any other contest stories you read.

Impromptu Sex Beach Party

Things started innocently with the exceptionally good weather on this late July day.

The radical change from the continuous drizzle that had marred the few preceding days set the spirits of the boys in the group of university friends in a buoyant mood. It was readily apparent in the usual morning banter on their chat group.

The group had bonded during their first year at university and had all enrolled in an optional prep course ahead of their second year. This morning chat was their usual routine before each hit the road for school. That is, it was usual until an idea more appropriate to their high school days was launched.

Alain: "Hey guys, superb weather today! Don't know about you but here at my place, sun is out bright."

Thierry: "Same here, 'lain. It sucks to be wasting such a glorious day at school desks."

Jamal: "Hey guys, how about playing truant? We could head for the beach, have a dip, then sit in the shade and watch the tourists dry it off. Tourists' Cove's ideal place for that."

Sunil: "Sounds great. Think we can get the girls to come? It's always more fun to have some female company, especially at the beach."

Thierry: "I think with this weather, they would be all in. Except maybe Mamma Mélanie. Anyway, Caroline's sure to come once she knows I'll be there."

Alain: "Not sure they will want to come when they learn we'll be heading for Tourists' Cove."

"With the Victorian mindset they all still have, I don't think they'll enjoy watching the tourists dry it off like we will."

Sunil: "And they'll probably see it as competition and be peeved that our attention is focused elsewhere than them."

Jamal: "Who says we have to tell them?"

"We just pick them up and once we get there, they'll face a fait accompli."

"I doubt they'll want to sit in the cars and wait for us, especially with the waves beckoning."

Sunil: "All right, guys. Let's do this: we each call a girl or two and convince them to come. We meet usual place and set off from there. I'll call Julie and Mélanie."

Jamal: "I'll take Anita."

Thierry: "Caroline's for me, sure."

Alain: "Ok, that leaves me with Sophie. Think we should try Anzeera too?" he asked, referring to the newest member of their group -- another 19-year-old girl who was really still just on the edge.

Sunil: "Why not...the more the merrier. Let's get moving. Drinks are on me and Alain, and snacks on the rest of you. We can piece out together for some street food there."

Two hours later, the two cars were on the way to the north of the island, Sunil in his father's Renault and Jamal in his Nissan. Alain was in the passenger seat next to Sunil, with three of the girls seated behind. Thierry had preferred the back seat in the other car to be with his girlfriend Caroline and, with Anita next to Caroline, Anzeera had had to take the front seat next to Jamal. She played it down as being perforce obliged to accept it but was secretly overjoyed things had turned out that way. She was not a regular in the group but lately had started to hang around with them under cover of girlie friendship, hoping she would get Jamal's attention. She had a little crush on him and thought that getting into his inner circle might create something between them.

The girls had not taken long to agree to the beach trip. Four of them were still at home when they were contacted by the boys and they heartily joined in, donning their beachwear under their street clothes before setting out for the meeting spot. Even cool-headed, studious Mélanie, two years older than most of them at twenty-one, for once had succumbed to the call of sea and sun after the three days span of almost non-stop rain.

While that was typical of 'winter' in the tropics below the equator, where the seasons were flipped in the calendar from the northern hemisphere, it had been a bit more than normal. So, when a bright, sunny day like today had come along, the students couldn't resist. Those beautiful days were also why northern vacationers spent their summer holidays there during the months the islanders thought of as winter.

Anzeera was already on the bus when she was informed of the plan and she hesitated a little at first because she didn't have her swimwear with her but the thought of spending a whole day in the company of Jamal won her over. She would find some way to be near him most of the time and, who knows, the romantic setting of sun, sea and sand might just topple him in her direction. She hoped she would get the other girls' support to somehow join the fun even if she didn't have a bathing suit.

Sunil didn't manage to get through to Julie and it was only when she joined the group at their usual pre-school rendezvous that she got the news. She was reluctant to join in despite her loving the company of the group because she was not equipped for a day at the beach. But the gentle harassing of her friends eroded her resistance and she finally yielded when Sunil proposed to buy her a swimsuit on the way to the beach. Anzeera dared not say a word at that moment because she had already accepted and it would have seemed petty to express hesitation now. Also, she was new to the group and wasn't sure one of the boys would be chivalrous enough to offer to buy her a bathing suit like Sunil had done for Julie. And as she did not want them to leave her behind, she just kept mum, hoping she would somehow manage.

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Things started to get interesting when they reached the seaside.

When the girls had queried about their destination place, Jamal had answered vaguely "Eden Creek", a large resort well-known to beach lovers with several sub-spots catering to various tastes. When the two cars stopped on the less developed, almost savage area of large, sandy expanse at the resort's far edge, the girls were at a loss, wondering why the boys had not chosen the more popular spots with a number of food sellers and nearby facilities. When the boys made for the huge rocky cliff that almost separated the beach into two, with the clear intention of crossing to the other side, it finally dawned on them what the boys were aiming for.

"You are not taking us to Tourists' Cove, are you?" Julie queried of no-one in particular.

The name was not an official appellation; it had been coined by the locals because a number of tourists, wanting some privacy from the natives, particularly the authorities, had adopted as their own a less hospitable place shunned by the islanders. There they indulged in what was normally illegal on the island: topless, even nude sunbathing. A few years back, when the first tourists dared to go topless at the risk of being fined, they were very few and the authorities turned a blind eye on the matter, probably for economic reasons, tourism being one of the main sources of revenue for the island. Through word of mouth, the news spread among the community of foreigners which led to an increase in numbers and now, they could be quite a few at times indulging in nudism in this secluded place. This was a joking matter for the locals who couldn't understand this need to bare it all, to 'dry it off' as they called it, drawing a metaphor from the local language for drying laundry in the sun. The attendance of the place by the natives did not change, the latter preferring the relative comfort of their usual haunts to the wild aspect of the Tourists' Cove despite the new appeal brought by the unusual show. Even those who wanted to have a peek did it discreetly from afar, out of fear of being taken to task by the exposed tourists, or for fear of being tagged as perverts by locals, or even because of a remnant of the long held cultural modesty of the Islanders.

None of the boys answered Julie's question but the fact that they trekked on in that direction was an answer in itself. Beyond the rocky protuberance, they could see a small number of tourists scattered in small groups, some bathing, some lying in the sun, some engaged in some activity. And indeed, most of them were either topless or completely naked. As they moved down in that direction, Julie sighed.

"Seriously boys, you could have spared us that. If you wanted to have a feast for your eyes, why bring us along? This kind of show is of no interest to us."

"Come on, Jul," Sunil intervened soothingly, "it's not easy to get to, but it's a really nice beach on a protected cove. We brought you along because we like your company."

"Like our company?" Anita scoffed. "I'm sure your attention will soon be all over the place rather than with us."

"Come on, An," Jamal intervened. "You know we care for you, that's why we wanted you along."

"Oh, let them go, my dear An," Mélanie said placatingly although her eyes were throwing daggers at Sunil. "Boys will be boys, won't they?"

While the tourists tended to plant themselves on the sand near the water, the locals preferred places where they could occasionally take shelter from the sun, so the group stayed closer to the cliff edge which was sheltered enough to allow a small cluster of filaos trees to grow, under which the group pitched camp. Sunil and Thierry both drew large mats from their bags and with the help of two others rolled them out on the sand. Everyone else put their beach mats around the edges, creating a space large enough for all. Anzeera and Julie sat down but the boys and the four other girls started stripping out of their clothes.

"Come on, Jul and Anju," Alain encouraged, "strip down, we are all going in the water, aren't we?"

"Well," Julie hesitated. "The swimsuit Sunil bought me is still in my bag and it's so skimpy, I don't think I will dare put it on. It will show too much."

"Oh, come on, girl," Sunil encouraged, "you have a great body, nothing to be ashamed of. I'm sure you'll look great in it."

"There's only us here, darling," Sophie chimed in, "apart from the tourists. And they won't have a look at you. They are too busy drying it off."

The other girls apart from Anzeera also joined in to encourage her and she finally gave in. Since there was no changing room available nearby, Sophie and Caroline each held a large towel up in front of her and behind the makeshift screen Julie proceeded to discard her city clothes for the newly bought bikini. Alain noticed Anzeera still sitting on the mat.

"What about you, Anju? What are you waiting for? Don't lose time, baby, we've got to make the most of it."

"Well, I don't have a swimwear on. I was already on the bus when Alain's call reached me and I didn't want to miss the partying. I can wait for you here and join in the fun later when you come back. I'm sure there will be still much to enjoy afterwards."

"Oh no! The water fun is the best of it all, Anju," Anita pleaded. "You've got to join in!"

"But how? I don't have adequate clothing."

Then she added cheekily, while looking surreptitiously in Jamal's direction, "You are not expecting me to do as the tourists, are you?"

"Well, no," Jamal said, "but you could try going in your underwear. As Sophie remarked, there's only us apart from the tourists who won't see anything amiss. No other locals here, and once in the water, your modesty will be spared."

The remark coming from any other than Jamal would not have convinced Anzeera but she interpreted it as the beginning of an interest in her and if the price for that was to endure some moments of unusual exhibition, she was ready to pay it. Furthermore, she was sure the boys would soon be more attracted to the completely naked bodies of the foreigners around than to hers, even if her privates would be partially visible once her undies got wet.

"Ok, but don't you ogle me, boys. Please!" she beseeched, as she stood up and started pulling down her skirt, without waiting for the towel protection Sophie was proposing. What was the point when they would all be seeing her in her underwear anyway? She was grateful she had just done her bush-keeping two days ago; no insolent pubic hairs were peeping from under her pink knickers, but she knew once they were wet, it would all be visible when the material, turned transparent by the water, clung to her skin. She then pulled her tight-fitting top over her head, turning slightly sideways in Jamal's direction as she did so, hoping he would get a look at her underboobs as the top would lift her bra partly up when she pulled on it. Once done, she took her time readjusting her bra, looking covertly at the young man and smiling inwardly when she saw his eyes fixed on her breasts as if drawn by a magnet. "Seems I'm starting to hook him," she thought. "At last. Go for him, my girl. It's now or never."

Now that everybody was ready, they all ran towards the sea with Thierry and Caroline hand in hand leading the group, the girls following just behind and, surprisingly, the boys lagging behind. Or rather, not so surprisingly because it gave them the possibility to enjoy without being taken to task, the girls' derrières, each beautiful in its own right. There was a strong friendship bond between them all, save for Anzeera who was relatively new to the group, and no real romantic attachment between any of them, except Thierry and Caroline who had already made it official. That didn't prevent the boys from appreciating the girls' feminine attributes whenever they had the opportunity. After all, boys were boys, weren't they? There was no real lust behind their looks, only a real appreciation of feminine beauty. And they were not sparing in their teasing and mild flirting with the girls, all done in a good spirit. The girls usually retorted well, often putting them down a notch with some witty remark, and it was not uncommon for one of the boys to be the laughing stock.

There was some sort of link between some of them but nothing of a seriously romantic nature, especially with the group being unevenly balanced, with formerly one, now two more girls than boys. Sunil was attracted to Julie but he was also intrigued by the very serious side of Mélanie. She was always the voice of reason during their times out, always the one to stop them from being too crazy, from going too far and Sunil wondered if she had some wild side hidden somewhere behind that cool, reasonable façade, and what she would be like if she allowed herself to let loose. Alain and Sophie were often together because they had a long-time friendship going back to their childhood days, but it had never become physical or romantic. Jamal had lately developed an interest in Anita which flattered her ego but raised no similar interest in return. When Anzeera came on the scene, Anita soon figured out her interest in Jamal and worked on directing his attention on the new girl, inviting her to join them every so often, hoping to divert his attention from her to the newcomer.

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Things started to heat up once they all got in the water.

The first thing they did, all being good swimmers, was to start swimming and enjoy the feel of the warm water over their skin, and the contrast between the hot sun above and the cooler water below. They slowly moved to deeper waters, some challenging some other to race over a few metres. Those who could, would also dive under to admire the magnificent coral formation that participated in the island's international renown. Once they got their fill of the swimming pleasure, they started one by one to gather in the shallow part where they could stand waist-deep in the water, starting with Thierry and Caroline who had other ideas on fun than just the swimming. Once they were back in standing depth, they started kissing passionately, Caroline taking advantage of the water cover to grip Thierry's hardness over his swim trunk. Thierry would have liked to have a go at her tits, but they were pressed hard against him and he could feel their hard nubs against his chest. He settled instead for her ass cheeks, kneading them thoroughly as his tongue battled with hers inside her mouth. The gentle lash of the waves had them shifting their stance from time to time to keep their balance but that didn't break their kiss nor their petting for that matter. Indeed, Caroline managed to get inside his trunks to get a direct feel of him, the palpitating organ in her palm pushing the marker up on her thermometer.

The first two or three to gather near them just smiled, knowing that they were not shy about demonstrating their affection in public and that they never missed a chance of doing it. Sunil finally broke in.

"Hey guys, you are not alone, you know. This is supposed to be a group party."

Thierry moved semi-subtly to pull his swimsuit back up to cover his cock and Caroline reluctantly released it and stepped away from him. Truth be told, it revved her up even higher to have people watching her being naughty with her boyfriend. She wondered how far she could push those limits that would allow her to have fun without being branded as some kind of slut. Her next words echoed that interest.

"What do you mean, man? You are not suggesting some group sex, are you?"

Everybody burst out laughing, the girls immediately protesting that they were not into that sort of thing, as Sunil tried to hide his embarrassment.

"You know that's not what I meant, girl! Please behave. Just because you've been all heated up by your man, don't take it for granted that we are all in the same state of mind."

By now, they had all gathered roughly in a circle, except Julie and Anzeera who were still enjoying swimming and diving in the deeper waters a few metres away.

"Oh, I'm sure that you boys don't need much to be in that state of mind and I'm sure the sight around you is a push in that direction," the budding exhibitionist said.

Caroline was referring to three older women, probably just past the thirtieth cape and obviously northern tourists, one topless, the other two stark naked, who had drawn near to the group. They were walking in shallower waters that reached only to their knees and as they came nearer to the group, all the boys' eyes, Thierry's included, had begun following them.

None of the boys reacted to Caroline's words, mesmerised as they were by the three pairs of tits and the two pussies that strolled by, one full bush, yet neat, the second one trimmed to a small triangular patch above. Out loud, the four local girls all scoffed but each laughter was laced with different emotions, ranging from shock to annoyance to envy.

The peals of laughter seemed to bring the boys back or was it the fact that the tourists were moving away into deeper water, with only their backs now visible? They were visibly embarrassed, yet tried to save face.

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever!" Alain quoted in an attempt to make light of their gaffe in front of the girls.

"Oh, I'm sure you all derived much joy just now," Mélanie chirped in derisively. "Just wondering what type of joy that was?"

"Surely the type that goes straight to the head," Anita added, with an emphasis on the word 'head'.

It was a lost battle for the boys and Sunil knew it. He tried to shift the attention to some other topic by hailing the two girls who were still enjoying their swimming time.

"Hey, Julie! Anju! How about joining the group now? We could all have some fun together!"