I couldn't have asked for a better way to spend the summer. I was home on break from college where home was actually my family's shore house. We'd been spending every summer at the beach since I was a little kid and I still looked forward to it each spring. As soon as I was old enough, I had started working so that I had pocket money for the summer and, as a result, I got to know the right people and was able to score better and better jobs each year. This year was no exception - I was working on the boardwalk with the enviable noon to 9 pm shift. This meant that I was in front of the public during the busiest time of the day and, therefore, I was meeting and chatting up hotties by the score.
The key thing when meeting numerous hotties is to first find out how long they are in town. Unless you are looking for some kind of commitment, you steer clear of anyone who's down there for the entire summer like yourself. It's better to seek out the short-timers; weekly renters are good, but weekenders are even better. It's also preferable to get yourself invited to her place; you don't want anyone paying you a surprise visit at your home at some future date, especially when you are staying with your parents. If all else fails, there's nothing wrong with a nice neutral location like the beach.
I could usually test the waters while I was working -- see who was interested, find out how long they were around, see if they wanted to party later. If I wasn't 100% sold on them, I would pretend I wasn't sure when I could get off work and have them come back later. If they were interested enough to come back later, and I hadn't found someone in the meantime who had greater potential, I'd set it up to meet them somewhere later when I was done working. It had taken a few years, but I'd worked out a really good system because you could never tell early in the night how many ladies you might meet and which one you'd want to hook up with after work. You didn't want to have definite plans if a better offer came along.
Another great thing about the noon-to-nine shift was that I could get off work at nine, party until around 2 am, crash between 2 am and 10 am and still get an hour on the beach before work. A morning swim in the ocean was a great pick-me-up and my skin was getting darker while my long, blond hair was getting lighter. It was on one of my morning beach jaunts, as I was heading in to get ready for work, when I spotted two alluring beauties sunning themselves. Very little of their chocolate brown skin was covered by the brief bikinis they were both wearing. Their physiques were very similar -- large breasts, flat stomachs and muscular legs. I was wondering if their pussies were shaved and thinking about how nice it would be to explore the pink treasure within, when one of them spoke up, asking where I thought I was going. I detoured over to their blanket to explain that I had to get ready for work and warned them that they might want to get out of the sun soon, themselves. When they asked me why, I told them that although I found their dark tans extremely sexy, they were going to piss off the other ladies on the beach by making them look so pasty.
They did me the courtesy of at least pretending to laugh at my lame humor but said they hoped the day job I was heading to wasn't at a comedy club. I smiled to show that I took no offense to their jab then introduced myself. As they introduced themselves as Carlene and Billie Kaye, I hoped that my mirrored sunglasses were hiding that my eyes were all over their scrumptious ebony bodies. We flirted for a few minutes, and I surreptitiously ascertained that they were weekenders, before I suggested they stop by my work later that evening. They tried to sound noncommittal, but I had a strong feeling that I'd be seeing them later.
I headed home for a shower before work and was pleased to find the house empty. Thinking about Carlene and Billie Kaye in their bikinis and imagining them without them had me sporting wood by the time I stepped under the spray. I washed my hair and cleaned the sunscreen, salt residue and sand off my body while occasionally stroking my tool and fondling my balls. Once I was fully rinsed, I took a handful of soapy lather and started stroking my stiff organ, thinking about the two black beauties from the beach, imagining them stripping off their bikinis, showering and shaving their pussies. With one hand sliding up and down my soapy shaft while the other fondled my balls, I happened to imagine them shaving each other's pussies. That thought sent me over the edge and I erupted, my knees nearly giving out with the intensity of my orgasm.
At work, a little while later, I actually found myself hoping that they would stop by. As the beaches emptied and the boardwalk filled, I realized that I was looking for them. It wasn't like me to get my hopes up too much, but I really felt that if they didn't show up my heart really wouldn't be into trying to hook up with someone else. I tried to act casual when they did eventually show up, still looking completely hot even though they'd changed out of their bikinis. Of course I paid them more attention than I did any of our other customers and flirted like crazy. When I got a positive reaction and reciprocation, I floated the idea of getting together after I got off work. They were game immediately and with these two, I didn't even bother setting up someplace to meet; I asked them to come back right at quitting time.
There was never any indication that one of them was more interested than the other but I was afraid to even think that I might be in for a threesome with two hot, ebony babes; the idea was just too good to be true. As soon as the clock struck nine, I was out the door and there were my two new friends waiting for me. They said that they were a little tired of walking the boards and wondered if I'd be interested in heading back to their hotel to maybe go swimming or soak in the hot tub. I didn't bother to mention that I didn't have a swimsuit because I didn't think it was going to matter. Their hotel was a nice enough place though the room was only big enough for one bed; luckily it was king-sized.
I made myself comfortable on the bed while they stowed their purchases from the boardwalk, their purses and their cell phones. When Carlene asked what I wanted to do, I brazenly told them that I wanted to see how they'd made out on the beach that day; I wanted to see their tan lines. I could see the attitude turn on immediately and it made me smile. With her hand on her hip, her finger wagging and her head bobbing, Billie Kaye said that since I spent so much time on the beach, I should show them my tan lines. I shrugged and told them to come and see them.
They looked at each other, then crawled onto the bed where Carlene started pulling my shirt off and Billie Kaye worked on my shorts. My shirt was quickly gone with Carlene reporting to Billie Kaye the lack of any tan lines, which they knew anyway because I'd been shirtless on the beach. Billie Kaye got my shorts open and reported that she'd found some and asked Carlene to help her find out how extensive they were. While they worked to slide my shorts and boxers down, my cock was growing at an impressive rate. By the time they exposed it, it stood almost straight up and they both sucked in their breath while Billie Kaye exclaimed that I was "hung like a brutha." I knew I wasn't lacking in the size department, but this still was a huge compliment to me.
While Billie Kaye got my shorts off and cast aside, Carlene took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it before lowering her head and running her tongue over it. Billie Kaye quickly joined her and I had the pink tongues of two hot black beauties running up either side of my rigid cock; I couldn't believe it. Billie Kaye started to lick and fondle my balls while Carlene wrapped her lips around my cock and slid her mouth down as far as she could. Pumping her hand on the base, she slid her mouth up and down a few times before offering it to Billie Kaye. She raised her head from my balls and ran her own mouth up and down a few times while Carlene continued to pump it. They alternated this way, with Carlene pumping my shaft and Billie Kaye fondling my balls until Billie Kaye finally stood up and started to undress.
Carlene continued to suck my cock while I watched Billie Kaye peel off her halter top. Her large tits were practically spilling out of her bra, but she opened and dropped her shorts next. I could feel my cock swelling more as she turned to show me that the panties that matched her bra were, in fact, a thong, which she then started to push down with her back to me. Her ass looked outstanding and she did, in fact, have tan lines. Once her thong had hit her ankles and she'd stepped out of it, she turned back to face me as she worked on unfastening her bra. I registered the narrow strip of black fur above her pussy before my eyes were drawn to her full breasts as her bra slipped away from them. Her nipples were dark and hard, surrounded by large and equally dark areolas.
Standing naked before me, she nudged Carlene who looked over and, seeing her naked, slipped her lips off my cock and stood up. Billie Kaye took hold of the bottom of Carlene's top, pulling it up over her head and exposing another luscious pair of tits in an equally sexy bra as Carlene raised her arms. Carlene started opening her own shorts as Billie Kaye fondled her big breasts through her bra, then reaching behind Carlene to unfasten it. Carlene's shorts were dropping to the floor at about the same time that Billie Kaye was pulling her bra off to expose Carlene's breasts. I didn't think my cock could get any harder. Billie Kaye dropped to her knees and started working Carlene's thong panties down, exposing a black bush trimmed similarly to her own.
