Part 1
Last year I stayed with a friend and his wife in Daytona Beach for a few weeks during the summer while I was in between jobs. The weather was perfect - warm and sunny, so I'd go to the gym in the morning and to the beach in the afternoon. One day, after a walk and a swim, I found a patch of sand surrounded on all sides by beachgoers. Nearby, four women were laughing and having a good time. I laid back on the sand, adjusted my sunglasses and closed my eyes. I liked the sound of the ocean in the distance, the murmur of voices, the warm sun, and the hint of breeze on my face and chest. I was drifting off when I heard a voice above me.
"Excuse me."
I opened my eyes and looked up. A dark haired woman in a blue bikini stood over me.
"Sorry to bother you but we're having trouble with our umbrella and wondered if you could help?"
"I can take a look," I said getting up.
"Thanks so much," she replied.
Her friends were sitting in beach chairs. They all smiled and watched as I turned the handle to open the umbrella. After a few twists the canvas spread out evenly and locked in place without any trouble.
"It looks like it's working okay," I said.
"You're amazing. We couldn't get it to work," said the dark haired woman.
"Interesting," I said.
"I'm Corinne by the way and these are my friends, DeAnne, Tasha and Missy."
"Hi," I said, acknowledging them. "Are you from around here?"
"We work together in Orlando," Corinne said. "We came to the beach for a girls getaway. It's Tasha's birthday, so we're celebrating. How about you? Are you from around here?"
"No, just visiting. Staying with some friends in town for a few weeks."
"We're staying in the apartments right there," Corinne said, pointing.
"That's really convenient."
"We just mixed some drinks and came down here. Do you want something? We've got beer, wine, tequila."
"I might get in trouble," I said.
"Good answer. We're drinking margaritas."
"Sure. I'll have one of those."
Corinne headed back to the apartment and left me with her friends. She came back a few minutes later with a big red plastic tumbler and handed it to me. I took a sip.
"Wow," I said. "Did you put anything in here besides tequila?"
We sat around for the next hour shooting the breeze, laughing and drinking.
"Hey," Corinne said, "Let's go back to the apartment and mix up another batch. Come on," she said waving at me.
The apartment had a huge living room with a balcony that faced the ocean. One of the women turned the stereo on. Corinne handed me another margarita. The women started dancing. Everyone was having a great time.
"Come on," Corinne said, grabbing me by the arm.
I stood up. The girls pulled me into the middle. Before long we were all partying. They danced with each other and with me. We laughed, drank and sang, bumping and grinding on each other. DeAnne and Missy undid their bathing suits tops revealing their beautiful round tits while the other girls cheered them on. As we danced DeAnne and Missy ran their hands over each others naked breasts. I liked what I was seeing.
"Are you having fun?" Corinne asked.
"This is a great party," I said.
"How's your margarita?"
"Good," I said.
"Is it me or is it getting hot in here?"
She took the cup from my hand and poured the drink between her breasts.
"Oops," she said. "Looks like you need a refill."
She winked at me and shimmied away to the kitchen. Tasha, the birthday girl came over.
"I never got a proper introduction," she said.
"Rick," I said, holding out my hand.
"Nice to meet you."
"Happy Birthday. I like your party."
"My friends are a little crazy."
"Crazy is good."
"What about you?"
"I'm doing great."
Corinne came back and handed me another tumbler full to the brim.
"Are you trying to get him drunk?" Tasha asked.
"Maybe," Corinne said, winking again.
"It's my birthday party." Tasha put her arm around my waist. "So he belongs to me."
"Don't be a bitch," Corinne said. "There's plenty to share."
"Be nice. Rick's a gentleman. He helped us with our umbrella."
"He was very helpful." Corinne said. "I wonder if there's anything else he's good at."
"You have to excuse her," Tasha said. "She gets overly friendly when she drinks."
"By the way," I said. "There was nothing wrong with your umbrella."
Corinne frowned. "Really? What are you trying to say, Rick? That we used you?"
"Hmmm. I don't know."
"Do you think we would do something like that?"
I looked over towards their friends Missy and DeAnne both bare-chested and dancing with each other.
"Focus, Rick. Concentrate."
"Maybe."
"Shit." Corinne looked at Tasha. "Are we that obvious?"
"That makes us sound like...." Tasha began.
"Horny sluts who pick up strange men on the beach, invite them up to their apartment and take advantage. Is that what you're saying?"
"I'm not sure about the last part."
Tasha and Corinne exchanged looks.
"I like this guy."
"He is kind of cute," Corinne replied.
"Obviously works out a lot."
"Great tan."
"Very strong."
"Nice abs. May I?"
Corinne dipped her finger in my drink and ran it down my chest to my stomach. She paused then sucked on her finger.
"Very hard and defined."
