The day was going well. About mid-thirties Celsius, so it was warm, not too hot, I had the day off work, which meant an early swim at the beach and then see where the day would take me. The great thing about Perth is that it has so much beach you can choose a busy beach like Scarborough with all the attendant bodies and some decent waves close to shore for bodysurfing, or Swanbourne if you want nude. Or my choice today one of the nameless beaches between the big ones that have a small carpark, a quick walk over the sand dune and you can pretend that you are in your own wilderness with no one around, even though a city of over two million people starts about fifty metres behind you.
I'll fess up. I had taken a sickie because the weather was just too good, and, well heck, I just didn't feel like going to work. Some call it a mental health day. I phoned in and told the boss I was feeling 'off colour' and with their sympathy I did not have to specify whether that was about my sun tan.
I swam for a while, read my book for a while, swam for a while longer, read for a little longer, snoozed off with the book open on my chest, woke up, recovered the book from the sand and tried to remember which page I was on. I flicked the book open to where I thought I was and found the protagonist and his girlfriend alone with a woman they barely knew, in a hammam. They were all naked and eager. There was some flirting and some unsaid consent. Despite not knowing her name he was soon fucking the stranger from behind while his girlfriend ate her out from the front.
That got me in the right mood. I wondered about a wank, but what if someone came over the dune? This may be splendid isolation but it could be temporary since it was a public beach even though it was secluded. I carefully placed the bookmark in the book this time and went back into the water to cool off. And to cool down.
Back on the beach, a few more pages of my book and I was ready to go home. No sense in staying out in the sun all day especially now it was really starting to heat up. I'd had my fun.
So I placed the book into my daypack, folded my towel in there too, put my shirt back on, and grabbed my thongs. I had everything. I walked the sand path up over the dune and down to the empty carpark.
Yes, the carpark was empty.
I stood on the top of the dune for a moment. Okay, not time to panic. I walked back down the dune to the beach. I stood there alone for a moment. This was the beach. I made an effort to recall. Yes, I had definitely parked in this carpark and walked straight over the dune to the beach. I hadn't gone down the beach to a better spot or anything like that. The sun beat down reminding there was no shade around. This was my beach, this was my carpark. I walked back over the dune again, to the carpark. It was still empty.
I stood there staring at an empty space. Well, what could I do? I checked through my daypack. As well as the towel and the book I had a bottle of water. I checked my pockets. I had my car keys. So what did I not have? I did not have my house keys. I did not have my wallet. I did not have my phone. I checked the daypack again. I did not have my phone. I kicked at the sand but that did not help. I clenched my fists.
I unclenched, walked through the carpark to the road. What could I do? There was no sense in staying angry. Rage was not going to bring my car back. I would have to spend time cancelling cards, dealing with police, I guess, and the insurance company. I was going to have to work out how to get inside my home. Day off, indeed.
I started to walk down the road. I didn't have a plan. I headed along the road towards one of the popular beaches. It would be a bit of a trek. I decided to get there and try to rely on the kindness of strangers. Or someone I knew, if I was lucky. At least, I thought wryly, I did not have anywhere urgent to be.
And of course everyone was at work. Girlfriend was at work. Mates were at work. I noticed as I walked that there were no cars on the road. This must be a temporary thing, this was a busy road. Someone would come along. Laughing to myself, I decided to ration my water if I was going to survive.
I heard an expected roar. Cars were coming along the road from behind me. I was not yet ready to have to hitch or wave someone down for a ride. I let them go past. A cyclist trailed along behind the last of the cars. He turned and called out "you right, mate?" and I nodded. I was just a guy with a daypack walking along the road to the main beach. The cyclist nodded back and rode on past me.
Perhaps as long as I was just walking, so long as I was between beaches, all was well. The time it would take me to get there was time I did not have to face my predicament or make any decisions. I trudged on.
A car came up behind the cyclist and slowed down to the same speed I was walking.
A woman leaned out of an open passenger window. "Are you all right?" she asked.
"Yair," I replied, trying not to look cynical.
"Do you need a lift somewhere?"
"What makes you think that?"
"No one walks." Well, she was right there.
I thought I better review the situation. It was a two door car with a back seat, some sort of coupe. There were just two women in the front, the back seat was empty. They weren't bad looking, certainly not threatening and they were wearing bikini tops, so there must be a beach involved for them too. There appeared to be no downside. "Yeah, okay," I replied.
She opened her door and I could see she wore a wrap skirt with the bikini top. "He says he'd like a lift," my new friend told her driver.
"Tell him to show us his dick," the driver replied.
"Show us your dick and we'll give you a ride," the passenger dutifully told me.
"What??" I didn't expect that. Who would?
"Tell him we're not going to charge him for the ride, so we ought to get something in return," the driver told her friend.
The passenger looked sympathetically at me, like I lacked common sense or something. "We're not going to charge you for the ride, so..."
"I heard your friend," I interrupted. I was trying to decide whether that was a good idea. "Do I get to see your tits?" I have no idea why I asked that. Were we back in the playground or something?
"Can't see why not," the passenger replied. And pulled down her top. She even palmed them out for me. They were larger than I expected, easy for her to squeeze together while she licked her lips. "Do you like them?" she asked like she meant it. Maybe she did.
"What are you doing?" the driver demanded of her.
"Giving him a reason for him to show us his dick."
"He doesn't need a reason."
"Well, he has one now," she replied proudly toying with her nipples. She let go to grab at one of the driver's breasts although careful to leave it covered.
The driver leaned over to me. "Do you like her breasts?" she asked as she slapped away her friend to stop her groping. I nodded numbly, wondering what I was getting into. "Her name is Candy."
"Hello Candy," I smiled. "I'm Leif." I looked over at the driver.
"She's Nadia," Candy told me. Then she took over proceedings. "Leif," she asked gently, "we still haven't yet seen that dick."
I shrugged. This was not normal. But neither was losing my car. I ought to keep my promise, I thought, although I did worry that things may not go as straight as I hoped. Clearly I did not know these forward women or what they may do.
"Hurry up," Nadia ordered. "This lift won't wait for you forever."
So with nothing I could think of to lose, I put my thumbs in the front of my shorts and pulled them down as far as I could easily. I could just see where my penis joined my crotch.
"Nice pubes," Candy confirmed.
"He's being a bit protective," Nadia complained. "I can't see anything."
"That's because I'm unveiling it slowly," I told them. "Allow for a bit of mystique."
I lowered my shorts and swimmers further. And there it was.
"I like it," Candy smiled.
"It's okay," Nadia conceded. "Can you make it hard or something?"
I tugged it a few times. Not much happened.
"Perhaps this will help," Candy laughed and unwrapped her skirt. Since she hadn't redone her bikini, she was naked. She was pale but fit with long legs. And the hint of some pubic hair.
"You little slut," Nadia exclaimed. But she reached right over to play with one of Candy's breasts, flicking the nipple and then undid her passenger's seatbelt. Candy responded to this freedom by spreading her legs so I got a better look at her. I started to get hard at the sight. Nadia noticed. "That's more like it," she clapped. "Now get in the car."
I moved forward expecting Candy to get out to allow me to get into the back. But instead she just flipped her seat forward to give me some space to squeeze through. She was not going to make this easy. And in my surprise she grabbed my shorts and swimmers and yanked them past my knees. Suddenly there were two of us who were exposed.
"Come on," urged Nadia clearly delighted at what she was watching.
Faced with no option, I squeezed my bare bum past Candy as I wriggled my way into the back of the car. Since she held my shorts, they came right off as I struggled past her. Candy flipped the seat back and slammed the door.
