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Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story intended for mature audiences. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. Comments welcomed.

Chapter 4: The Beach Party

Two things worried me about the beach party. Jason was one. My girlfriend was the other.

The beach party was a recent tradition. It started only three years ago when a few guys from work decided to get together in the late summer for a little volleyball and a lot of beer. It started small, but then got bigger every year. Now it grew into something resembling a second company picnic at the end of the summer with nearly half the company attending. I had never gone before, but Sandra wanted to. She heard about it through one of the wives. I guess they had exchanged numbers and kept in touch after the picnic. She mentioned it to me over dinner and asked if we could attend.

She also asked if Jason would be there, asking it on two separate occasions as though wanting to make absolutely sure. She never again mentioned his name after the episode in the bedroom, and when she did in was in such a nonchalant, "oh by the way" type attitude I hardly noticed.

"I don't know," I answered, even though I knew full well that he was going. Jason made it to every party. For weeks he talked about "kicking everyone's ass at volleyball," as he said it, but no way could I tell this to Sandra. I first wanted to know if she was willing to go if he wasn't.

I should have known better. It wasn't just Jason, but all the guys I worked with. What she really wanted was to see them in swimming trunks and shirtless chests. In truth, my coworkers turned her on. And in truth, they turned me on in an indirect way too. All I could think about was the fantastic sex after the company picnic. It made me want her to meet every one of my coworkers so we could start it all over again.

Jason asked about her too, although in a much more brutish, direct way. First he asked if she would be coming to the beach in a bikini. The next day he started questioning the size of her bikini.

"I bet she really looks great in a two piece," He talked about her as he stood over my desk. "And I bet she's the type who's not shy about showing it off either."

Like the answers to my girlfriend, I also refused to answer him. I didn't say we were going even though I knew full well that we were.

"Afraid she's only got one-piece suits," I let him know about her swimsuits too. Given her petite frame and pronounced chest, no two-piece bikini would ever fit Sandra. I didn't think they made two-pieces in her size.

"That's too bad," He expressed disappointment. "But I bet she still looks damn hot enough in a one-piece too."

* * * * *

I was wrong about the two-piece swimsuit being made in her size. I discovered my mistake as soon as we stepped out of the car at the beach.

"Doesn't look like I'll be needing this," She slipped her sweatpants down her legs and then sweatshirt over her head. Beneath, she wore a set of tight fitting shorts and a white T-shirt. I didn't see it directly - not at first, anyway. First I only saw the outline through her T-shirt!

"Sandra!" I voiced my shock as I noticed the outline of a bikini underneath. It was a black bikini, easy to see under the white t-shirt. And not only black, but it looked rather small too. I could make out a healthy line of cleavage through the thin fabric of the suit.

"What's wrong?" She asked as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"What are you wearing? I asked in return.

She looked down on herself. "This old thing?"

She knew what I meant, I'm sure! I did not refer to the T-shirt and shorts, but to the apparent skimpy bikini underneath. Still, I couldn't be absolutely sure.

I took the chairs in one hand and half the cooler in the other. Sandra helped carry the opposite end. We walked on down to the beach to join the others, most of whom had arrived earlier.

"I think I see Jason," I heard my girlfriend speak of a group of men playing volleyball when we were sill a hundred meters away. It was interesting how she could pick him out of the crowd at such a distance.

Jason noticed her too. He left in the middle of the game to come running towards us. The ball bounced aimlessly in the spot where he used to occupy. My girlfriend was apparently more interesting than the game.

"Welcome Sandra," He ran up to take her end of the cooler. "So good to see you again, and you too John." He greeted me almost as an afterthought.

"It's good to see you too!" Sandra answered with a radiant smile. I distinctly noticed the way she glanced down at his tight fitting swimming trunks as if to check out his size. Jason wore a set of spandex briefs that did a bare-minimum job at covering his substantial bulge. Sandra, I could tell, liked what appeared to be hidden on the opposite side.

I also noticed the way he looked back at my girlfriend. His eyes focused on her own bulge: two bulges to be exact. He t-shirt seemed to be a little small. The budges of her boobs clearly showed beneath it.

"A small girl like you shouldn't have to carry such a heavy load," Jason first took her end of the cooler and then he took over my end too. He hefted it above his head as if to show off his muscles.

"I'll show you where to sit," He took the lead with Sandra following just beside. The two of them casually talked, asking how each was doing and saying what a beautiful day it was for a beach party. I kept in the rear and stayed mostly ignored.

Jason picked out the spot, and Sandra laid down the beach blanket on the sand. Another towel lay just beside, which I assumed was Jason's. He wanted her close, and Sandra had no problem with keeping him close.

"Like a swim?" He asked before either of us had a chance to sit down. "I've been working up a hell of a sweat on the court, and I could use a good dunk."

I hadn't noticed it before, but I am certain Sandra did. His entire body glistened with sweat. It looked as though they had just oiled up his muscles for a wrestling match.

"Sounds like fun!" Sandra accepted. "I'll join you in a minute."

I distinctly noticed the way she used the word "I." Jason took off running into the water. She wanted to go too, and she didn't want me to follow. I got the hint and knew I wasn't invited.

"Don't you want to put on some sun block first?" I attempted to prevent her from joining him.

"No, silly," She rejected. "It'll just wash off in the water. Wait until after I get back."

As she spoke, the T-shirt went up over her head. She had to stretch it in front to bring it around her heavy mounds. Underneath lay what I feared most. She revealed the sexiest bikini I had ever seen her wear. It looked even smaller than some of her teddies.

"Sandra!" I spoke in shock.

"What?" She questioned as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

She usually wore conservative suits, but this was anything but conservative. The front splayed open to leave near half her boobs uncovered. Nothing but a thin piece of fabric joined the cups at the bottom. Down the middle lay her entire line of cleavage exposed, her big boobs touching, kissed up against each other. Never had her tits looked so big. The bikini seemed to actually amplify their already impressive size.

"Oh this?" She looked down at herself in mock surprise. "It's just a little something I picked out the other day."

It certainly was little. It looked more like a sexy little teddy than a functional swimsuit. I couldn't believe her willing to wear such a risqué outfit in public, but my surprise wasn't over just yet.

Next, she pulled down her shorts to show a matching black panty. Also small, but not nearly so revealing as her top. I didn't think much of it at first.

"I'll be back in a couple minutes."

Not until, that is, she turned around and showed me her behind. The strap of the panty came round and ended with a narrow strip of cloth in the middle. Not a g-string, but close. It was narrow enough to leave most of her ass exposed. Both her buns lay nude.

* * * * *

The two of them played for a long time in the water, first swimming around and later throwing a beach ball back and forth. They acted like two young kids playing in the waves, jumping up and down; laughing when they fell.

Most of the time, I couldn't help but notice, they stayed reasonably close to shore. They kept where the water remained shallow, like waist-deep for Jason and no more than chest-deep for Sandra. Seldom did they venture out farther, which I'm sure was on purpose. Jason probably made sure to keep her chest above the waterline so he could enjoy the view, so her bouncing tits remained exposed to no more than the occasional breaking wave. I also noticed how he occasionally tossed the ball closer to shore, which I suppose gave him a good look at her ass too. He got an especially good look when she bent down to pick it up. And then there were the times when he "accidentally" threw it above her head and just out of reach. I'm sure this was also done on purpose so he could get a good look at her bouncing tits.

Jason could see so much of her. The rest of the guys were looking too. The volleyball game ceased. Too many men paid too much attention to the water.

"What a rack!" I overheard one of them say.

"Nice ass too!" Agreed a second.

They watched until their girlfriends or wives caught them watching. Then they got a slap on the shoulder or an evil stare of "the eye." Eventually, the volleyball game started up again.

Meanwhile, I sat down in the lounge chair and kept watching the entire time. My emotions were confused. I felt both angry and horny at the same time. I was angry at Jason, yet at the same time thought about how horny it would make my girlfriend later on. No doubt it would be a sleepless night.

Only once did they venture out to deeper water. I watched as the two of them walked side-by-side until only her head stood above the splashing waves. Then they went out deeper, but with Jason helping her along the way. His taller frame allowed him to go deeper. He stepped up behind her and held her close, lifting her up, almost carrying her into deeper water. His hands went around to her front. I couldn't see precisely where his hands went when they walked away from me, but then thought about what he said at the softball game. I couldn't help but think he might be reaching all the way around, around to her chest, perhaps even holding a boob in each hand. Sandra would love to have him hold her tits. I thought about his fingers sunk deep into her cleavage.

They walked down over a low point in the water and then back up onto a sandbar where two intrepid youngsters already played. As they rose, I got an even bigger shock. Sandra's back came into view, and then the bare skin of her back rose above the waves. She rose to the point where the water must have come to the mid-point of her chest in front, yet I still could not see a strap in back. I couldn't see any strap at all.

I sat in shock. It looked like Sandra no longer wore a top. I couldn't be sure because only her back lay exposed and she stood a long distance out into the water, but I was pretty sure. I should have seen the rear strap of her bikini by now! I should have especially seen it in the troughs of the waves, but Sandra appeared to be topless on the other side!

As I stood frozen with shock, I imagined what Jason was able to see on the other side: Her bare tits, exposed to his gaze, the water only coming part-way up her chest, making them float, giving them support. It would be like seeing her in a strapless bra, or perhaps wearing even less. The water level looked low enough to expose her nipples. He should be able to see her boobs floating up and down on the waves like round floaties. I distinctly noticed him walk around to her front so he could take a look.

The two youngsters already on the sandbar looked too. They appeared to be no older than teenagers, perhaps younger. Naturally, both of them were boys. They stopped playing with their beach ball to look at her. One pointed. The other just looked. What was Sandra thinking? To expose herself to such young boys?

Jason and Sandra played for a short while on the sandbar and then walked out to even deeper water. Jason once again helped her, but pretty soon they turned around to come back in again. By the time they submerged through the trough and then rose up near shore, Sandra's top suddenly appeared. I don't know when she put it back on. Hell, perhaps she never took it off! I couldn't be sure. Did my imagination play tricks on me? Had my dick gone to my head? In the back of my mind, I concluded that I only wanted Sandra to show off her tits.

* * * * *

"What an ass!" Jason watched her along with every other male at the picnic.

She was impossible to miss. Sandra looked to be the sexiest girl on the beach. She certainly wore the least amount of clothing, or at least displayed the most for everyone to see. All the men looked, but only Jason behaved rude enough to let me know what he thought about her.

He stepped up and put his arm on my shoulder. He turned me around to show what I tried to avoid. A few of my coworkers heard his comment and started to laugh along with him. All knew whom he spoke about.

"What an ass!" He let me know again. This time we both looked. Sandra played volleyball in her bikini. I was surprised she hadn't slipped on a t-shirt or at least wore shorts to help cover her nearly naked ass. Instead, she kept on the bikini the whole time and played volleyball like she was one of the guys.

"I knew she had a nice set of tits from the picnic," Jason added. "But I never realized what a great ass she had too!"

She looked so much in contrast to the rest of the team. Most wore t-shirts. A few chose to play in their swimming trunks. But Sandra, in the center of it all, was the only female and wore the only bikini on the team. Men clamored for the best position; some behind and others directly in front. No one seemed to pay much attention to the game. I don't think they even kept score. All their interest lay in the tits and ass of my girlfriend.

For the moment, Sandra faced away from us. She stood in the center position, first row, looking to the opposite side of the court. We couldn't see her boobs, but the opposing team certainly could. She stood with her hands on her knees waiting for the coming serve. The stance caused her near bare ass to thrust out and press high up into the air behind her. The thong was almost invisible from afar, making her look wildly erotic, like a woman who lost the bottom half of her bikini.

"It's going to be so much fun to fuck her from behind," Jason switched to a quieter tone to speak his crudest remarks. "We'll naturally start with her on the bottom, but then I'll be sure to give her an orgasm from behind."

I cringed at his words, yet at the same time they excited me. I already had a hard-on from watching them in the water. It stayed hard almost continuously all through lunch, and then seemed to stiffen even more at what he said. All I could think about was Jason fucking her from behind. I easily pictured them: Sandra bent over just like at the volleyball game, and Jason ramming her with his oversized cock from behind. She would go absolutely crazy with a big cock inside. I heard how much women like to be fucked by big cocks. Most of what I heard came from Jason. She would moan out with one orgasm after another.

All the other players on the volleyball court probably felt the same way. I figured most had erections, especially the guys on the opposite side of the net. For as Sandra bent down away from us, she gave an ideal view to the opposing team. It looked like she was trying to show off her tits in an attempt to distract the men from hitting the ball.

"Don't get me wrong, I like her tits too," Jason reminded me that he still stood along side. He made the comment just as Sandra twisted around and gave us a side profile of her thrusting chest.

"She's really got a rack!" He waved to her as he talked. "I'm going to love feeling up her tits too, just like she let me do on our little swim, but I'm going to enjoy fucking her best of all."

I had no idea if he had really felt up her tits in the water or not. He easily could have. It would have been easy for him to reach under the water and grab her tits. They walked too far out for me to see.

"Good hit!" Her teammates encouraged her when finally had a successful shot. The encouraged her with every hit. One of them gave her a slap across her left ass cheek in congratulations, and then another guy quickly took a turn with her right. The slaps looked hard enough to sting, but Sandra didn't seem to mind. If anything, she seemed to take delight in all the attention.

More slaps followed as the game went on, some even harder than the first two. The guys on the opposite team set her up with simple shots. Sometimes it worked, other times it didn't. Whenever it worked, her ass got another slap.

Chapter 5: The Topless Beach

"Rough game!" She glanced down and around to take a look at herself. She caressed her own butt cheek. It looked red.

My coworkers wanted her to stay. Sandra insisted on taking a break. She walked up to me, and more important walked up to Jason. He continued to stand beside and make the occasional crude comment about my girlfriend while she played. I got the distinct impression that Sandra no longer cared much about me, only to Jason standing along side.

"Yes, they can be a little rough," Jason grabbed her around the shoulder and held her in close. "But I can be a lot rougher."

"Oh!" She answered with a squeal. "Really?"

The two of them looked at each other. I wondered what Jason meant. I wondered what Sandra thought he meant.

"I just hope you still had fun," He changed the subject.

"It was fun!" She didn't seem to mind.

His large arm grabbed around her frail little body. He squeezed her shoulders, and in turn pressed her arms against her chest. Her tits, already big, smacked up against each other to appear even bigger.

"You look like you need to cool off again with another swim," He took a long look down at her.

"That sounds like fun!" Sandra predictably agreed.

"And I could use another titty feel," He whispered in Sandra's ear just loud enough for me to hear. She blushed, and I pretended not to hear. The sight of her blush made me suspect that he really had felt up her tits earlier.

"That is," He then added. "Provided John doesn't object."

I objected. In fact, I objected a lot. I didn't want Sandra around Jason any longer than absolutely necessary, but what could I do about it? Sandra was her own woman. She could do whatever she wanted.

"In fact, if you don't object, I'd really like to take Sandra on a little walk up the beach," He pointed to the south. "Over there, beyond those trees at that rock outcropping, there's a special little private beach on the other side."

I looked where he pointed. A large fence blocked it off. "No Trespassing" signs stood guard. They marked the end of the public beach and the beginning of private land owned by Millionaires. The entire coastline was supposed to be public property, but the rich always seemed to get their way. Money spoke, I suppose, and so did million dollar donations.

"It looks like you're not supposed to go over there," I objected.

"Nonsense," Neither the signs or fence seemed to bother him. "We'll just swim out a little ways to get around the fence."

"But it looks to be a private beach," I continued to object. "They might not appreciate you walking down their beach."

"Yes, it is a private beach," Jason confirmed. "But they won't mind. They won't mind at all, especially once they see Sandra walking along with me."