I vacation later than most to be alone on the beach ,and develop an overall suntan, and North Carolina's "Outer Banks" were now deserted. I walked nude near the water, barefooted, my towel in one hand, my skimpy French cut bathing suit in the other. The warm sun on my body, and the light breeze making my nipples crinkle and stand erect. In the distance, I saw two figures far down the beach, but I couldn't identify their sex. I moved up to the dune area and lay down out of the wind, gloriously naked in the sun. I must have dozed, for I awoke with a start and sat bolt upright when I heard voices. I relaxed when I saw it was two women on the dune, smiling down at me. They were both nude. They asked if they could join me and I said yes.
Kate was a striking brunette, with dark skin, short black hair, large full breasts with large areolas, a slender waist and full hips. My eyes were caught by the absence of hair at the juncture of her shapely thighs. The mons was prominent and the indention of her pussy marked by a deep cleft.
Joan was almost as tall with a classic face, long blonde hair that reached below her shoulders, small pear-shaped breasts with tiny pink areolas, and nipples that jutted out fully half an inch. She had a model's figure, with the longest legs I'd ever seen on a woman. Her pussy hair was cropped close to her love lips.
As we talked, I learned that Kate was an airline stewardess and Joan a fashion model. The two of them had rented a beach house about twenty miles up the coast for two weeks.
They spread their blankets and Kate lay down. Joan sat beside her and began to rub suntan lotion on Kate's back and shoulders as we talked. I was surprised when Kate lay back and Joan moved to oil the front of her body. She spread the oil over Kate's stomach and worked upward until she was oiling her large, full breasts. Joan worked each breast from base to nipple, catching the full mounds at the base and slowly stroking to the tip, then back as if she were milking them. Joan smiled down a Kate as she put oil on the tip of her finger and moved it around and around the large areola, which was larger than a silver dollar.
Kate closed her eyes but continued to talk to me as Joan worked on her. I noticed her nipples became erect as Joan's finger moved over them. Now Joan moved down to Kate's feet and oiled each toe, moving her fingers between them.
Kate spread her legs as Joan moved upward. She lay so that I was looking up the line of her legs with Joan on her other side. I found myself staring at her shaved pussy. The cleft was deep, and her pussy lips were gleaming with her juices. I had never realized how lovely a pussy could be. Kate looked over at me an smiled as Joan squirted a bit more oil into her hand and laid her palm directly on Kate's mound. She moved it in a circle that ended she stroked upward, her middle finger sliding into the deep cleft of Kate's pussy. Kate caught her breath as the finger slid over her clit. I felt a strange tingling between my legs and felt my pussy lubricate. I rubbed my arm across my nipple and found it was hard.
Now Kate, her body gleaming with oil sat up and Joan lay down. As she put the oil over her blonde friend, I watched the swing of her breasts and noted how the large areolas bulged and how her nipples jutted out like pencil erasers. I moved my legs slightly, and squeezed them together. I was aware of their breathing, for it had become faster and more pronounced. Their eyes locked and they seemed oblivious to everything but each other.
Kate's fingers caught the erect nipples of Joan's breast and pulled it upward. Joan moaned softly as her already erect nipple was stretched still more. Kate grasped both nipples and pulled and twisted. Joan looked at me and her eyes wee glazed over. Kate moved down to Joan's legs. She spread her thighs and moved closer to her pussy. Joan cupped Kate's large breasts, her palms moving over the nipples. She closed her eyes and a dreamy look came over her. Kate smiled at me, and she could see the arousal on my face. She looked straight me as she put oil on her hands and moved them over the inside of Joan's spread thighs. Her hands stroked upward and moved over Joan's short pubic hair. Her finger stroked along her pussy lips, bringing a gasp from Joan. Kate's other hand moved to open her pussy lips. The gleaming pink flesh parted and I gasped. I could see the soft folds of Joan's inner lips, her pussy drenched by her juices, and peeping out at the top, her clit.