Nineteen-year-old Chelsea keenly leaned out of her small Volkswagen and peered at the sky. Her timing was perfect. Since moving to this new area she hadn't ever had a chance to look around, but she did know how to plan a trip. Since moving out of her parent's place for her new job as a secretary, she was lucky enough to land a job all the way on the east coast and far away from her overbearing family. They would never have allowed her to sport the skimpy bathing suit she had underneath her t-shirt and shorts. And they certainly wouldn't have approved of her habit of bedding every white bull she saw. But now, in her own apartment, Chelsea is now free to do whatever. And that includes going to the beach.
It was a beautiful summer evening and it was a weekday, meaning the beach was mostly empty. Chelsea spotted a smattering of people- mostly old men taking a stroll- and smiled to herself. By the time she gets there most people would be heading home. Best conditions for some loafing on the sand and a little swim. She peeled off her clothes to reveal her micro-bikini that barely capped her big, dark areolas and wrapped around her 32C tits with nothing but some strings to hold it up and a tiny panty that barely covered her bubbly ass. She then pulled her beach towel from the passenger seat of her car and sauntered down the parking area to the beach.
She laid the towel down neatly and laid down, not indifferent to the looks she was now getting, mostly from white men on the beach. Chelsea stretched, letting her arch show off how her pert nipples reached towards the sky and let her body fall back down, making her brown tits jiggle in the golden evening sun. After some time she even rolled over, letting them all have a good view of her deep chocolatey ass. She couldn't pretend like the stares from the older white men didn't turn her on. She's always dated white-only, always appreciated how white men were constantly eager to pump her black pussy with their huge cocks.
However, she had never been with men as old as the ones that were looking at her right now. The beach seemed to be roaming with white men aged 40-55 years-old, some definitely old enough to be Chelsea's father. And the feeling of their eyes roaming her body, undressing her and pounding her holes in his mind turned her on more than she would like to admit. So after relaxing for a while, Chelsea got up and decided to dip into the water. A small group of five or six older men had gathered nearby, chatting about soccer or some sports thing. Chelsea would like to imagine they had stopped so close to her at such an empty beach for a reason, but she didn't want to give much thought into it. On the way to the beach she overheard one of them say:
"God-damn look at that! Wouldn't you like a go on her?"
"Fuck yes, did you see her tits in that bikini? I'd like to take it off right here."
"I don't think she'd object much, I heard black girls like her love sex. We could definitely give it to her good."
Chelsea felt a little smile creep up her face. I should give them all a show, she thought to herself, wading into the chilly ocean water. She dipped down, letting the cold water harden her thick nipples and feeling her small suit tighten around her ass and cling to her puffy pussy lips. She rose up out of the water extravagantly, raising her arms to tie her dreadlocks into a high ponytail, drawing attention to the thin halter that kept her little bikini on her body. Feeling their lustful eyes trail her young body felt delicious, and as she swam in the water she felt herself imagining if she could take them all at once. Shaking the thought from her mind, Chelsea meandered her way back to shore after a little less than ten minutes, relishing the warm air and hot sand meeting her body that had cooled in the water.
She walked slowly, taking the path that led right by the men to her beach towel.
"I'd do anything to get a closer look at that black ass."
Chelsea spun around quickly, damp ponytail whipping through the salty air. Her tits jiggled with her, bouncing cheerily as she scampered towards them.
"Are you talking about me?" she feigned innocently.
"Who else?" a man replied, stepping forward. He was large, at least 6 foot 2, and stockily built. His arms were dense like wherever he worked, it required a lot of physical activity. His hands were large and his fingers were thick and calloused- Chelsea wanted nothing more than to feel one grope her ass or lay down a heavy handed spank in that moment. Grey hairs streaked through his chestnut brown hair that was closely cropped to his head. He looked mature and handsome in his tan polo and crisp jeans. "Can you blame us?"
Chuckles rippled through the group, the guys jostling each other and commending: "there goes Mark" "brave as ever".
"No..." Chelsea trailed off, allowing herself a little smile, "but you need to ask nicely. We're all alone on the beach now you know. I could have run off." Chelsea was right. The sun was well on its way to the horizon. The evening sun was now dyeing the sky a deep purple, and in the twilight the beach was now surprisingly private.
"You're right, we're sorry. Can we make it up to such a beautiful girl?" the man- Mark- asked politely, smiling kindly and reaching a warm hand out. As he smiled wrinkles formed around his eyes and smile, something Chelsea found unbearably attractive. He seemed so patient with her, and the praise worked its way to Chelsea's cunt in a way she found a little embarrassing.
"I-it's okay. How about a bet?" At this the men raised their eyebrows, looking at each other. "We race each other to that corner over there -" Chelsea pointed to a nearby cove, sheltered by rocks, "-if I win, I pack up and go home. If Mark wins, I bend over and you all get a closer look. How's that?"
