I was on vacation from the States. One bright, sunny day which is often most unusual in England while strolling along the beach, I listened to the ocean waves swishing onto the sandy-small rock strewn shore to kiss the land before returning out to sea from whence they came.
It was in the mid-fifties, and I was wearing a somewhat revealing bathing suit for that day and age, especially in staid England. It fit my body snuggly, accentuating my large breasts and firm, round ass. The bottom of the suit was cut straight across the tops of my thighs just below my pubic area, and beneath the front panel was a form-fitting panty that was cut high on my ass cheeks and showed the outline of my pussy or quim as the Brits like to call the female genitalia. It was black, and the V cut bodice accentuated my cleavage and fair, pale skin common to many of Irish ethnicity.
I was walking past a seaside Caravan in front of which sat two woman in lounge chairs. They were looking out at the water and chatting away loudly enough for me to hear them but not so I knew about what they were talking. They were large women, one elderly with grey hair and the other quite a bit younger with dark hair. Both women had exceptionally large breasts, and even though they were sitting down I could tell they both had broad, well-formed hips. Each was dressed modestly casually as they should since they were obviously vacationing at the shore.
As I walked slowly along the water's edge, feeling the cold water as each new wave sloshed up around my feet, I couldn't help but look their way since I knew they had been watching me.
Wanting to be polite I said somewhat loudly so they could hear me above the sound of the waves, "Good Morning! Lovely day. Isn't it?"
The elderly woman called out in an equally loud voice, "Right you are. 'Tis a beautiful morning."
The younger woman chimed in, "From your accent I'd say you're from the States. Yes?"
I stopped and answered, "Yes. From the States. Here on vacation. My maternal grandmother was from Sussex."
"Ah, Sussex. A lovely place," responded the elderly lady. "Why don't you come up and join us so we don't have to shout to be heard above the waves. There's an extra lounge for you."
I wasn't heading to any particular place, so I didn't mind having my morning walk interrupted. Besides, I enjoyed meeting new people, especially here since my grandmother Lucy Ann emigrated from England to America with some of her family, the older ones staying behind because they had jobs, when she was just two years old. I, therefore, walked up towards the two women until I was standing in front of them, and while looking down at their smiling faces, I couldn't help but notice how large both their breasts were and how full they were in their hips. Both would be considered Rubenesque in form, meaning voluptuous.
My sexual orientation being a lesbian I must admit both women turned me on just looking at their large breasts and round, full hips, and I loved women of all ages, including the elderly. There is something so sensual about a large, buxom, elderly lady with her soft round curves and malleable flesh who usually has a large, rounded pubic mound covered with either dark pubic hair with streaks of grey running through it or totally grey. They also often have large clits that I find are so good to suck on and enjoy having my mouth full of their erect, hard clit and puffy, blood-engorged shaft. Very sexy. Besides, I enjoyed making love to large, full-bodied women. Although, I loved making love to women of any age and any colour. My taste in women is very eclectic.
The two ladies must have caught me starring down at their large breasts because I saw them look at one another and exchange a knowing glance and smile.
The elderly woman spoke up first.
"Well, I must say that is quite some swim suit you have on there, or should I say almost on? One doesn't see too many like that here. A wee bit modest don't you know."
I blushed which is quite visible on my fair skin and felt a little self-conscious, but the elderly woman added, "Oh, don't be embarrassed, Deary. On you and with your lovely body it looks very good. Doesn't it, Barbs?"
Still blushing, nevertheless, I said, "Well, thank you for the compliment, Mrs...."
"Oh, please, my name is Louise, but most of the time I'm called Granny, and," pointing to the woman sitting next to her, "this is my daughter Barbara who usually goes with just Barbs or Aunty Barbs by her nieces and nephews. She likes being called Aunty Barbs. Don't you, Love?"
Aunty Barbs smiled and answered, "Yes, Mom, I like being called Aunty Barbs just as we all call you Granny. Almost like nicknames."
I smiled down at Granny and Aunty Barbs and said, "Isn't this a coincidence? My name is Maggie, but often I'm called Maggs by my friends and family."
Granny glowed and said, "Well, Maggs, it's a pleasure meeting you. Now, do sit down. Aunty Barbs, why not move into the other chair so Maggs can sit between us so we can be more comfortable while we talk and get to know one another better."
Aunty Barbs willingly got up from her lounge and sat down in the one to Granny's left, leaving the middle seat for me. As I studied their faces and bodies, I guessed Granny to be about sixty-five and Aunty Barbs to be in her mid-thirties.
I sat down in the lounge vacated by Aunty Barbs and stretched out my long legs to stretch my calves and thighs instead of crossing my legs and rested my forearms on the arms of the lounge.
"There, now isn't this better?" asked Granny.
I smiled and answered, "Yes, Granny, this is much better."
Granny smiled back as she reached across to a small table beside her lounge, picked up an empty glass, and poured some lemonade into it.
"Here, Maggs, you must be thirsty from your walk on this unusually sunny day," Granny said as she handed me the glass of lemonade that already had condensation on the outside.
"Thank you, Granny. This will hit the spot," I said politely. "Thank you."
I felt Granny's and Aunty Barbs' eyes giving me the once over as they looked at me from head to feet.
"Maggs, I must say you have a beautiful body that you show off so well. Doesn't she, Aunty Barbs?" asked Granny.
I looked down my own body, having received such a nice complement from Granny, and saw that the bottom of my outer swim suit had slid up my thighs, revealing the brief under panties beneath. I also saw my inner bottoms of my bathing suit had also crept up, creasing between my pussy lips, and since I had a thick, heavy bush of ginger-orange pubic hair, some of it was visible beyond the legs of my inner panties.
Self-consciously as I was reaching down to pull down the outer part of my swim suit, Granny spoke up, "Oh, Maggs, you don't have to do that. If you're comfortable as you are, keep it that way. We're all women here. Aren't we Aunty Barbs?"
Aunty Barbs answered quickly and with a slight tremor in her voice, "Oh, my yes, Maggs, we're all women here. No need to be modest. Just relax and enjoy your lemonade as we talk and get to know one another better."
