A Day at the Beach

Literotic asexstories – A Day at the Beach by Joanmcarthy,Joanmcarthy
It was supposed to be a normal Sunday at the beach. But it turned into anything but that.

It was a warm — moving to hot — Sunday morning as I finished my ocean swim — from the South Head to North head of Bondi beach and back again. I exited the water at the Southern end and jogged the hundred meters or so towards my gear which I’d left on the sand, not that far from the Bondi Baths..

The swim was one aspect of my regular exercise; something I tried to do several times a week. After work or Uni during Summer when daylight saving applied, and all year late mornings on Saturdays and Sundays.

Being late spring, it was early enough in the season the water was still cool, indeed cold, and it had left me feeling chilled, even though, at this hour, the warmth of the sun felt nice on my back.

When I reached my gear, I lightly towelled myself, then spread the towel on the sand, pulled a book I was half way through reading from my bag, put on a very loosely woven Bermudian style cane hat to protect my head and face from the worst of the sun, and lay face down on my towel to let the warmth of the sun permeate my body.

Opening the book where I’d last read it, I put it on the sand and lifted my head enough to read it while my head was supported by my arms folded under my chin.

I’d only been there long enough to read a couple of pages when a couple of girls came and spread their towels to sit right in front of me. The beach was crowded but not so crowded that it justified the closeness of their towels. Still, I didn’t feel any sense they were intruding on my personal space, so certainly wasn’t peeved by their placement of them

My view under the pulled down rim of the hat let me see only half way up the length of their lower legs without lifting my head, although by lifting my eyes I could make out most of their bodies nearly up to their navels through the loose weave of the hat.

There was a slender shapeliness about what I could see that suggested they were rather young and very attractive adults.

Wanting to perve without being seen to perve, I avoided lifting my head, pretending to keep reading, and waited for them to either settle on the towels or head off for a swim, which would have at least let me turn my head and get a view of their arses pending their return from the water.

After dropping what seemed to be some white mini skirts down their legs and kicking them to the side, they sat down, feet towards me, their arms behind their backs supporting their upper bodies as they faced out towards the breakers. They were chatting animatedly in what I thought most likely to be a Nordic language, giggling and nudging each other a lot as they did so.

The sight that presented to me was enough to distract me from my book.

The glimpse I’d got as they started to sit down had already told me their slender figure gave them a substantial thigh gap. Now their legs were spread comfortably apart, leaving me a view straight up between them. My first impressions of their shapely figures weren’t wrong. Their bikini bottoms were tiny little thongs; a narrow rectangle of material which sat low on the front of each of their mons, narrowing to a mere string at the back of their barely covered vulvas, that disappeared completely between the cheeks of their bottom; all tautly pulled against the features of their bodies.

Looking up through the weave of the hat I could see some delectable breasts covered in the equally minimalist triangles of a string tie top, the scene being delightfully framed by long blonde hair cascading down either side of them. The scene became even more delightful as they both narrowed their bikini top triangles to only just cover their nipples and areolas, presumably to sun their breasts and minimise the tan lines. But if the truth be known, teasing little arcs of raised areolas were clearly visible

I can’t deny that I was transfixed by the sight. Fearful that if I raised my head the girls might feel uncomfortably positioned, I continued with my ‘reading a book’ head angle, even turning unread pages, while my eyes swam in the vista.

It was greatly enhanced by the conversation between the girls, which became increasingly animated and, without me being able to understand a word of what they were saying, clearly very amusing. They were nudging and playfully gently pushing each other from time to time, each sideways rocking of their bodies seemingly threatening to dislodge what little coverage either their vulvas or breasts had and causing their breasts to erotically juggle.

I could feel my cock swell to a certain extent in response. Not a fantastic thing to have happen, since all I had on was a pair of racing briefs style swimwear. It might not be fashionable, but you don’t want to swim a couple of K’s with the legs of a pair of board-shorts flapping against your thighs. Still, it wasn’t too bad. I felt I still might have been able to stand up and display what was there without too much embarrassment.

That changed somewhat when the girl on the right — my right — started to show more than a little arousal. I watched the movement in the gusset of her tightly fitted bikini as her vulva opened and her labia spread apart; first her outer labia and then even one side of her inner labia escaping the confines of her bikini gusset, leaving me a sense that a mere millimetre of movement in her gusset with reveal both her vaginal opening and her clit.

Curious, I raised my vision to see her nipples were turning onto high beam too.

Her friend had obviously noticed it as accompanied by what was obviously some very playful words, she slipped her fingers inside the top and tweaked the hardened nipple of the aroused girl. The aroused girl giggled out something in response, as she pulled her friends hand out of her top, completely exposing her breast as she did so and then gropped her friends crutch with one hand and tweaked her nipple with the other.

There was a playful, noisy and certainly not very serious, wrestle as the friend tried to pull her hand away, the one on the right even losing her balance and falling back on her towel; the other girl leaning over her as she continued to grope her sexual zones and the other tried defending herself by pulling her hands away; all accompanied by very girlie giggling and squealing. The girl on the left was showing her arousal too; like really showing it. The gusset of her bikini had been pulled aside as she fell back exposing both her vagina and clit as she continued to wrestle with her friend to keep her bikini top in place.

It sort of confirmed for me a suspicion that, whatever they been talking about had an erotic element to it. I might not have known what words they were saying, but there was something I had detected in the intonation of their talking, that whatever it was was pretty sexual.

But there was more than two people aroused by all of that. Not surprisingly, I now had a full boner; or at least as full as it can be while captured curled up very uncomfortably in a pair of racing briefs pushed into the sand.

It was so uncomfortable, I had to do something about it. I raised my bum momentarily off my towel, hoping that would be enough to let it straighten out. But, even when I tried surging it, it wasn’t going to straighten of its own accord.

Bringing my right arm from under my chin and putting it down alongside my body, I lifted my bum again and reached under to straighten out the material of my swimmers, letting my erection straighten and align itself with my body. Unfortunately in the process I’d lifted the somewhat loosely tied waistband away from my stomach and the top of my erection escaped from my swimmers. Deciding I didn’t want to attract any more attention from the girls than I had to I dropped my bum onto my towel again without rectifying that issue. It could wait.

In any case, by now I was wondering if the girls weren’t lesbians. Not that it mattered except to take away any optimistic feeling I had that I might somehow be able to chat them up.

I’d deliberately chosen a moment when the girls were occupied with their wrestle, hoping they wouldn’t notice what I was doing. But I instinctively blushed when the girl on the left, in a giggling voice and distracted by something in my general direction, said something at the same time I dropped my bum onto my towel and then they both burst out laughing as the girl on the right raised her head to see whatever was amusing the other. The odds seemed against it, but I could only hope she hadn’t noticed and guessed at what I had just done and its implications.

But having a straight hard cock only increased the randiness that the sight in front of me generated. Their wrestle and fight for modesty wasn’t quite over. In the time before the girl on her back with the exposed vagina, seemed to declare a draw with her friend, re-positioned her bikini top and sat back up I was already mentally fucking her; my cock aching with desire and surging and pumping out pre-cum with the thought.

I did after all have a view of aroused womanhood — and this applied to both of them – that was uncommon. When I’ve gone down on a girl, I’ve usually only had the briefest view of her vagina and even then, mostly from an acute angle. Now I had a prolonged view from a low angle; teased further by the way the girls were playfully, and very sexually, wrestling with each other. Aroused and open as it was, I could almost see up her vagina. So mentally fucking her went way beyond a desire. It was a mental picture of my shaft entering that dark void I could see, penetrating itself all the way in, me lying over her already prone body and fucking away at her.

Which was why it surprised me when, as she sat up, the same girl asked me in a heavy, what I took to be Swedish accent…

“What is the book you are reading?”

I looked up at them and saw their faces for the first time. My cock involuntarily surged again as I looked at the absolutely most cherubic, blue eyed faces I have ever seen.

Overwhelmed, I almost stuttered on the answer, more so as I thought it would be something quite boring to them…

“It’s about the fall of the USSR”

They spoke to each other in Swedish, had another giggle, and then the girl on the right replied…

“Our father served as a conscript with the Swedish Army during the Cold war including the period when the USSR broke up. Can we look at the book?”

I didn’t really get much choice in the issue. Even as they spoke they stood up and moved, one to each side of me. Next thing I know they’re laying alongside me, pushed firmly against my body as they look over my shoulder at the book, one of them with her arm resting across my back. And here I thought I’d read the Swedish were meant to be non tactile. I couldn’t help it; my erection surged again — several times.

There wasn’t much to see. This wasn’t a picture book in any real sense of the word. It was mainly just a lot of words on the page. Not quite sure what to do, I kept my place with a finger and closed the book to display the cover…

“Is it an interesting read?”

“I think so. A lot of stuff was happening about that time and for a while afterwards.”

“My sister is a history teacher. Do you like history?”

“It’s the main thing I read. I find it interesting to see how the world works and what lessons there are for the future. Are you just visiting Australia?”

“Yes, we are here on holiday for three weeks. We should go and have a cup of coffee and we can talk about history and other interesting things.”

As much as I loved the idea of spending time with them, there was a slight problem in the form of a very prominent erection under my hips. Plus my clothes were in my car; me having nothing more than a towel, the speedos I was in, my book, hat and car keys; plus a bag to carry the latter three items.

I imagined that, if as I stood up, I lifted the towel with me, that might just get me to the car with some degree of decorum…

“Well, that would be very nice, but my clothes and wallet are in my car up along the beach. We will need to go there so I can pay for the coffee and get dressed more appropriately.”

The girls exchanged words, maybe trying to work out what appropriately meant…

“You do not need to worry. We have a holiday apartment just across the road. It has an espresso machine and a nice private deck to sit on and watch the waves as we have our coffee. You can come dressed as you are.”

The girls pointed in the direction of a fancy block of units up the back of the Southern end of the beach. If they had an AirB&B there then they must be rich. It was well out of my league. I wondered for just a moment whether I was being set up for some kind of honey trap; but really I was no where near important or rich enough for that. As for being kidnapped and sold for slavery; well it just seemed a bit unlikely.

I pushed my left arm under my towel at waist height, so as I got up the towel came with me, covering the front of the lower half of my body and the embarrassing feature that hid there, taking the opportunity to at least pull the waistband over the top of the erection…

“I am Annika and this is my sister, Laila. What is your name?”

“Tony.”

Still on my knees, I shook each of their hands, trying not to stare at either their breasts or crotches; both of which were closer to my line of vision they their faces.

“Nice to meet you Tony. You don’t have a girl friend or something going to meet you here do you?”

“No, I’m presently single.

“Ah yes, we are single too.”

I’d only just stood up when Annika bent down and flipped the front of my towel up…

“Ahh, I thought you had something to hide.”

She added, as she flipped her fingers across her projecting nipple and then squeezed Laila’s…

“Don’t worry, we are not innocent either. We watched you coming out of the water after a long swim. You are a very strong and attractive man. You are Australian are you?”

“Yes.”

“Good, we wanted to meet some Australian men. Are you one of the lifesavers?”

She pointed at the red and yellow speedos I had on; typical lifesavers colours in Australia, this one with ‘Bondi’ printed on the back.

“I am with the volunteer lifesaving club, not the ones you see on TV. I am going to be on duty this afternoon, which is why I am wearing these swimmers.”

“Ah yes. We know the difference and that many regard your club as the birthplace of lifesaving organisations.”

“You have been studying your history.”

“We like to understand places we visit.”

As I bent down for my towel, book and bag, I watched as both of them bent down, their — practically naked – bottoms facing me, a delightfully sized mons bulge showing in the thigh gap between their legs and, their sexual organs all but exposed, and slid on their short little skirts, then picked up their towels. Only then did Annika adjust the sit of her bikini pants by lifting up the hem of her skirt and both of them set their bikini tops back to as much coverage as the small triangles could offer.

They walked either side of me as we traversed the sand of the beach and then the park behind it, telling me about their holiday in Australia, for which this was their first stop. When we got to Bondi Road, which runs behind the beach, they walked to the South a bit before finding a convenient place to cross the normally busy road.

Pointing to a modern four story building facing onto Bondi Road, they announced…

“This is where we are staying.”

I was impressed. Bondi is still a combination of old 1930’s flats dating back to when the suburb was a working class one and shiny new modern buildings. They are all now well out of my price range, but the new ones would challenge the bank balance of even your average multi-millionaire. And this one was one of the fanciest.

They used a pass key to enter the building and we went to the lift, which took us to the third floor and then opened the door and led me into a moderately spacious one bedroom apartment. And, yes, as they’d told me, even as I entered the room, I could see, beyond a full width glass wall and sliding doors, there was an outside balcony with a beautiful view over the beach.

“Laila will take you out onto the deck while I make the coffees.”

I watched as Annika moved towards the kitchen area and, sure enough, there was actually a quite fancy coffee machine sitting on the bench. This was no pod machine; it was a full on expresso one; grinder and frother all in one. Fancier than the one I had at home. I was a bit surprised the girls knew how to get the best of it; uncertain as to whether the coffee culture we have in Australia had overtaken their country yet.

The thought occurred to me that maybe I should offer to make the coffee. But that would be patronising. It figured it better to be thankful for whatever I was served.

With my towel still covering the front of my body, I followed Laila, unable to keep my eyes off her shapely, flawlessly skinned back, the cascade of long blonde hair that framed it and the wiggle of her bottom under her very short mini skirt, as she led me to the door. Before exiting, she kicked off the mini skirt which covered her bikini bottoms and tossed it onto a chair just inside the door; inviting me to leave my bag on the chair too. So now I had her all but naked bottom to distract me too.

Noticing I was still carrying my towel across my front, Laila, said…

“You can leave that here too.”

She didn’t leave me any choice. She pulled the towel away and tossed it on the chair, exposing what was still a half mongrel pointing out a bit up and mainly forward in my swimmers. She glanced at it, smiled and led the way.

On the balcony was a small iron Parisian style coffee table and a pair of Ottoman Chairs. Laila sat on one and directed me to the other.

The table was low enough, and her chair back far enough from the table that it left her crotch clearly in my field of vision, enhanced by her legs being spread apart just enough to give a full vista of the gusset of her bikini pants and the flesh of her crotch that was exposed either side of it. That, combined with her rather attractive, and barely covered, breasts, made it very hard to stay focused on her face as I started to ask about her History career.

But her face had its own sexual beauty; her soft features, a broad welcoming smile, large deeply blue eyes and that cascade of long blonde hair, all made for compelling viewing, whatever distractions her displayed sexual organs might offer.

What surprised me was the discovery that she was actually a history teacher, and a keen acolyte of the field to boot. The story had just seemed too convenient when she first said it; more like an excuse to lay along side me on the beach.

We were just warming to the topic when Annika brought out two cups of coffee and put them on the table in front of us; before disappearing to get her own. She returned quickly with her cup coffee and a packet of Coles Lamingtons. Standing next to me, she asked…

“There are only two chairs. Do you mind if I sit on your lap?”

I had barely started to say yes before she placed herself across my lap, sitting sideways across me, with an arm around my shoulders; her hand wrapped around the biceps of the far arm, her hips in contact with my stomach.

She lifted the packet of lamingtons towards me…

“We discovered these really nice cakes you have in Australia. Do you like them?”

With her torso sitting on my right side, I’d instinctively put my right arm around her back. Focused on the coffee and cakes, I’d accidentally placed it too high, as it wrapped around her flank, my fingers had found themselves pushed into the side of her far breast. I quickly dropped it a bit to let me wrap it around her flank onto her lower chest.

She had the packets of lamingtons, as she offered them to me, placed just outside her far thigh…