I got down to the hotel's private beach and found my reserved place. I had two sun loungers, a table and a parasol. As I had requested it was up against the rockface and there was no other pitch within thirty or so metres. It was still early, so there weren't many people around, which suited me perfectly. I put my bag down, removed my sari, revealing my bright yellow bikini. The top is a halterneck and the bottoms have ties at each side. I retrieved my phone from my bag, along with a bottle of water. If I needed anything else I could order it through my phone and it would be delivered but for now I had all I needed.
I had already applied sunscreen in the hotel room, so I used a scrunchy to tie my long red locks back, got my book out, lay on my side, facing the entrance to the beach and started reading.
I caught sight of her just as she was walking through the entry gate onto the beach about a hundred metres from me. At first I thought she was naked. Her dark skin and long, wavy black hair made her very noticeable anyway, but the shock at seeing this beautiful young woman naked on the beach was huge.
As she walked generally in my direction I realised she did have a bikini but it was the smallest one I had ever seen. It was a pale green, a wonderful contrast to her dark skin, but consisted of three small triangles connected with dark flesh toned ribbons. She walked with confidence and an enigmatic smile on her beautiful face. She had a beach bag over her shoulder, dark sunglasses and a light cream sun hat. She was clearly about twenty years my junior, which would put her in her mid to late twenties.
I was wearing sunglasses so she wouldn't know that I was openly staring at her. Her beautiful hips swayed a little seductively as she walked. As she neared I could see that the two little triangles on her breasts only just covered her areola. I could see little darker bits poking out. The lower triangle was so small that it barely covered her, coming to just above where I estimated her clit hood would be.
As she neared my little encampment I waited to look at her as she walked past, wondering what it all looked like from the back. She smiled briefly at me and I had to stifle a gasp as I caught sight of her back. She essentially looked naked from behind. The ribbons matched her flesh tone almost perfectly, and the bottom part was nothing more than a g-string worn high on her hips.
I couldn't help myself. I called out, "Young lady?"
She was only a couple of metres past me now. She stopped and turned, a puzzled look on her face. "Are you addressing me, madam? Do I know you?" Her accent was a Scandinavian singsong.
I swallowed. She was a delightful vision, but I had to at least pretend to be shocked. "No, young lady. I just wanted to say that public nudity is not allowed on this beach and you are practically naked!"
Her brow creased. "Well, madam, first of all, I am
not
naked. Everything that should be covered
is
, and secondly, nudity
is
allowed on this beach. I checked."
I actually knew this. "Well, yes. But... acts of indecency are not."
A wicked smile crossed her face. "Well, madam, what makes you think I am here to carry out an
'act of indecency'
? I've already had six orgasms this morning, why would I want more?"
'Six?'
I thought to myself. "Young lady! You... you... had
six
?"
"Yes, madam. Four from someone who knows my body rather well, and another two by someone who knows my body even better."
"Young lady, you are some sort of harlot. Two different lovers?"
She laughed and walked towards me, indicating the spare sun lounger. "Do you mind if I sit here for a moment, madam? Are you expecting someone?"
I sighed and put my book down. "No, young lady, I am not expecting anyone. Do you not have a reserved spot of your own?"
She smiled, placed her beach bag on the sand and sat on the edge of the spare lounger, facing me. She parted her thighs and I could see how the bikini bottom only just encased her pussy. I could see what I was sure was the little bump of her clit making an impression on the thin material. "No madam, I do not. I was told I could just camp out on a towel on the beach. Anyway, it was sort of two different lovers. One was my lover and the other was myself."
I shuddered inwardly. I could feel the distinct twinges in my clit and insides. Her clearly bald pussy being so close to me and the conversation were having a very warming effect. I noticed how her nipples were also clearly erect.
"You... have a partner, young lady? Why isn't he here with you?"
She smiled again. "Who said anything about
'he'
, madam? Anyway, I came down because she wanted to rest and I wanted to... you were right... come and give myself another orgasm or two."
"Young lady!" I said in mock dismay, when in fact the thought was making me incredibly horny. "Where on earth were you planning to do this without getting caught?"
She didn't say a word for a moment as she reached down and pulled the slip of material aside revealing her swollen clit, her dark, glistening lips. "What about here, madam? You can let me know if anyone is coming." Using the index finger of her right hand she slowly started circling her clit. She moaned softly. "That feels so nice, madam."
"Young lady. You are... outrageous. You're being unfaithful to your partner. You are the harlot I accused you of being."
She smiled. "You like what you're seeing though, don't you madam? Would you like a closer look?"
She stood up and walked over to my lounger and, without waiting for an answer from me, sat down and draped her leg over my thigh. I could smell her delicious scent as she started to circle her clit once again.