Author's note: This is a story of reluctance. It is not a 'Non-Consent' story. In the future, non-consensual elements will be added. This chapter deals with Shannon's reluctant exposure.
"Lady, if you think I'm gonna upset your boyfriend, then you're wrong." He turned to Johan and continued, "I don't want no trouble, dude."
The relief that washed through me was balanced by a strange sense of inadequacy. My first thought was, "Oh, thank God!" The second was, "
Lady?
I'm only five years older than this guy, at the most!"
Unfortunately, what came out was enough to convince him.
"Please, listen," I said quietly, moving closer to him and lightly holding his firm, tanned upper arm. I flicked my eyes down with the sensation. His skin was warm and tight over his muscles. I wondered if his skin would taste salty. His bicep was hard under my palm and I thrilled at the feeling of his underarm hair brushing the back of my fingers. I hadn't been remotely intimate with another man in years.
"Johan is my husband. And I'm his good girl. I do as he tells me and he told me to ask you to help me with my bikini."
He looked over at Johan.
"You
want
me to do this?"
I could hear Johan chuckle before speaking. I blushed harder.
"Yep."
Surfer boy looked back at me.
"What about you? Is this what you want too?"
I hesitated. I was getting uncomfortable standing in the parking lot, holding up my bikini bottoms. I wanted to get back into the car and cross my arms and blush my head off. I wanted it to be over... But, I knew I... But I didn't want... I just... I just...
"Please..." I whispered. "Just... do it..."
I swallowed and gazed at the ground, my heart hammering in my chest.
He snatched the flimsy fabric from my fingers and my mouth dropped open. I gasped as he went straight to his haunches. In a moment he had them untangled and his eyes drifted up my legs to my short skirt.
I didn't think he was going to do it. I heard Johan getting out of the car behind me.
"Lift your foot," the young guy said.
I picked up my left foot while leaning on the car door. He took hold of my ankle and threaded my foot into my bikini.
"Other one."
I lifted my right foot and followed the same procedure. My bikini was now around my ankles. He slowly started sliding them up, over my calves and up above my knees. He stopped and I saw him lick his lips, his eyes riveted to the front of my skirt.
"Move your feet apart."
I did so, wondering what he had in mind. I felt him let go of my bikini as the fabric became taught between my knees. I swallowed. Suddenly, I felt very naughty. "I really should be spanked for this," I thought.
Then he wrapped his hands around my thighs, steadying himself. To me it felt like his skin was on fire. His unfamiliar touch so close to my pussy sent a rush through my body. I had a sudden urge to tangle my fingers in his curly blonde mop and pull his face into my wet cunt.
Well, that thought was so naughty, I almost moaned.
"Lift up your skirt."
"Please..." I whispered. I didn't want to
help
him. "Don't make me."
Johan stepped up beside me and crossed his arms, a smirk on his face.
"Do it, baby."
I swallowed and took the sides of the hem of my skirt in my fingers. I quickly looked around and saw two guys with surfboards walking towards us from the beach. They hadn't seen us yet. They'd be walking past in seconds. I pulled up the hem of my skirt and closed my eyes, softly moaning to myself. I couldn't believe I was showing a stranger my cunt. My pussy contracted wildly around the Ben Wahs. I blushed even harder feeling a trickle of juice run down the inside of my thigh.
"Oh, man. That's pretty."
"She has a pretty cunt," agreed Johan.
I shuddered, imagining I could feel his breath on me. I was losing control.
"Turn around. I want to see your ass."
I felt like even more of a slut as I awkwardly turned around with my bikini bottoms tight between my knees. I knew we'd be discovered at any moment. Placing my hands on the top of the door, I stuck my ass out.
"You have a fuckin' plug in your ass? Lenny and Aldo will never believe this."
Johan chuckled.
With my eyes closed and my face burning, I felt him pull my bikini into place and lift the sides high on my hips. Then I felt him pat my ass.
"All done," he said, standing.
I turned around to look in his eyes and self-consciously fixed my skirt.
"Thank the man, Shannon."
"Th... thank you."
"My pleasure. You guys are freaky. Wait till I tell the others about this."
Johan chuckled and took my elbow. He had the beach bag and towels in his other hand.
"C'mon, babe. Let's go for a swim. Bye, and thanks."
We almost bumped into the two guys approaching. They rounded the surfer boy's car as we were on our way down to the sand. My ears pricked as I heard them talking about me.
"Dudes, you won't believe it. That chick had a plug up her ass, just like we were talking about last night!"
"No way."
"Which chick?"
"The one that was just here!"
"She was a babe!"
"Man, you're on drugs."
Johan chuckled merrily.
The excited voices faded and the sound of the sea rose in their place. The sand was warm and white and squeaked underfoot as we walked over the dune and down onto the beach. Looking around, there were a few piles of towels abandoned by those swimming or surfing. There were a couple of families further along, but most of the people remaining on the sand near us were women, sun baking.
One even had her top off while lying on her back, reading a novel. As we walked closely past, I wondered how she could do that so brazenly. I'd never done anything like that before. I'd always been too bashful.
"You better stop staring," Johan whispered.
"Huh?"
"At her tits. Can't you stop looking? Are you imagining sucking them?"
