Note: This is part of an anthology of short and sweet stories that skip some of the details and get right to the point. If you want more exposition, see my other stories outside of this set.
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Another day at the beach with the fam. Technically, it was vacation, but with young kids, it's hardly a relaxing experience. There's no going out into the waves. No basking in the sun on a beach towel. No nighttime parties or bonfires. And, especially for as long as we've been married, there's no sex. I'm sorry if I'm sounding so negative, I love my kids, but no one really warned me it would be this way!
It was a holiday weekend, and the beach was crowded with day-trippers, young bands of teens and twenty-somethings, and, of course, families like us. I wasn't the only dad fully recruited into the service of sandcastle construction. A little after we got there, another family came and opened their umbrella a few feet away from our encampment. I recognized them from our condo. They also have young kids, chubby and tan, a heavyset mom unafraid to wear a tiny bikini, and a huge-bellied dad who I'd yet to see in a shirt.
I watched as the adults set up beach chairs and tried to sit in peace and enjoy the day. After no more than 45 seconds, one of the kids demanded to go down to the water. The parents looked at each other and things got tense.
"Do you wanna take them?" the dad said.
"I took them all of yesterday, it's your turn!" the mom snapped back angrily.
Shaking his head, the dad lumbered down the shoreline towards his screaming children.
In fact, it was my turn too, so my kids and I joined nearby, playing in the surf. I found my attention split between my children and the people around me. You see, being on vacation wasn't only sexless, but also masturbation-less, as I had nearly no time all to myself. That left me, I'm almost embarrassed to say, getting quite distracted by the many scantily clad young women who walked by, showing more skin than I got to see from my wife in an average month.
I tried not to be too obvious, but my eyes followed the parade of barely covered tits and bouncing asses that moved up and down the beach. Yeah, I was being a total perv, and yeah, I was imagining each girl bent over or spread wide with my cock buried inside. In my defense, I was really pent up. I realized that I was going to have to get a quick release in the shower or something soon before I lost my mind.
After what felt like forever, I convinced my kids to go back to the towels and cover my legs under a mountain of sand. My wife was off-duty and lying face down nearby. This was actually one of the few ways that I got a chance to sit still for a few minutes. I could also spy on the hottest women from a bit of a distance so it wasn't as obvious.
A few college-aged kids were playing in the water in front of us. I could practically smell the pheromones wafting off of them as they postured their bodies trying to impress one another. Once they finished laughing and flirting, they headed back toward their chairs behind us. As they did, one hot, thin young thing walked right between us and the hefty family. My eyes followed her as she went by so I could get a good look at the G-string she was wearing. As I had hoped, the narrowing strip in front disappeared when it got to the back, lost between two taut, muscular glutes.
After she passed through my line of sight, my eyes were left looking across at the other family's space. The mom, partly reclined on a beach chair, seemed to be watching me, although it was hard to be certain since she was wearing sunglasses. She appeared to shake her head in disgust and then turn her head away. Great, had my perviness been revealed?
Holding my gaze on her a moment longer, I realized that although she was large—obese really—she had proportions and poise that made her look natural and comfortable. With olive skin and dark wavy hair pulled up into a ponytail, she might have been Latina or Italian perhaps. The fat was layered thickly on her arms and legs, especially her thighs, which were each about the same size as the torso of the co-ed who had just passed by. Her midsection bubbled out forming a few chubby rolls above her bikini bottom and left a pouting recess of a belly button that looked deep enough to fuck.
What kept me gawking, though, was what sat on top of that stomach. I hadn't noticed before how massive her breasts were. Now I saw that the pink and yellow bikini she wore couldn't fully contain them, and a significant portion of the underside of each heavy melon was exposed. The triangular fabric was situated towards the outside of her mounds, pressing them together to form cleavage that was at least a foot long and 6 inches deep. My cock jumped a little at the thought of what it might feel like to be between them.
Realizing I was staring, I looked away. I soon found myself peeking back at her, though. She wasn't the most attractive woman on the beach by a long shot, but she seemed so confident in her skin, and it drew me in. As she moved in the chair, she let her body undulate freely, without taking care to readjust her swimsuit. Her heaving tits stretched and slid the triangles of her bikini further apart until I realized I could clearly see the dark circle of one of her areolae. My eyes locked on, and it almost felt like psychokinesis when I willed it to move just an inch more and was rewarded as a hard brown nipple popped right out. I was surprised to find it was turning me on far more than it should have, especially with all of these strutting young girls around. Just then the woman turned her head towards me.
"Honey!" my wife's voice came suddenly from behind and I was snatched back to reality.
"Yes!" I said far too quickly.
