A Day at the Beach Ch. 03 by Joanmcarthy
Immerse yourself in the steamy world of "A Day at the Beach Ch. 03" as our characters explore their desires in this tantalizing adult sex story. Read on for a beachside rendezvous that will leave you craving more.<br/>
As I worked through my Uni program that day, I couldn’t help contemplating what I’d got myself into.
Expressed in its most basic form, two stunningly attractive and sexually desirable Swedish sisters visiting Australia had picked me up to be their…well I suppose you could call it, sex slave.
Except, I wasn’t a slave.
But they’d openly admitted they were attracted first of all to my body; the product of lots of swim training and being a volunteer lifesaver at Bondi beach.
Their sexual needs, if not actually insatiable, were at the least extraordinarily high.
On the upside, they were actually really nice girls, we seem to have hit it off in more ways than just the sex and…well I’ve had the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.
Is there anything morally wrong with what I’m letting myself be part of? It’s weird, I admit. In a way, it’s something most guys would dream of happening to them.
I struggled with the question, even as every bone in my body — and the erection I kept getting through the day as I thought about them — told me I should just go with the flow. After all, the dinner we had last night was a fantastic experience. Not just because of the food or view at a fancy restaurant, but because they were great company and we managed to entertain each other in a way that left me with a mental high.
I texted them to tell them I’d be at their place around 4 pm.
This time at least I came with a few spare clothes; although I was wondering whether I’d get to wear any of them, given how the girls run around all but naked.
.It was Annika’s voice I heard on the intercom when I pushed the button at the door to their unit, and Annika who meet me at the door as I stepped out of the lift; probably predictably, dressed only in a thong bikini.
She gave me a kiss on the cheek as she welcomed me and closed the door behind us, leading me through to the bedroom so I could put my overnight bag there. Almost as soon as I put it down, in her very direct way that her Swedish tainted English comes out, she announced…
“It is a very warm day for the clothes you have on. I will help you take some off.”
Almost immediately she was pulling my t shirt over my head. Not in the usual way you would do it of grabbing the bottom hem of it and peeling it off. Rather she sensuously ran her hands up my torso, gathering the t shirt material as she went, before easing the bundled material over my head.
Casting it aside, she undid the belt buckle and buttons of my pants, opening up the fly to let them drop to the floor.
She cast her eye down at my lose boxer style underpants and the half erection that the loss of my pants revealed…
“Hmmm…not really the best look for lounging around the house in, are they. They hide too much from us. Maybe you would look better in swim briefs. We dried the pair you left here this morning. I will get it. Wait there.”
I stood frozen in place as she disappeared from the room, reappearing a moment later with a pair of my lifesaving club speedos which I’d forgotten to take as I left that morning.
She dropped my undies to the floor, then held the swimbriefs open as I stepped into them, watching as the half erection which had subsided in her absence grew again with her face almost planted against it as she bent down to let me step into it.
Having tucked everything in and readjusted its sit on my body to her liking — in the process growing my half mongrel even more — she announced…
“Laila is out on the patio enjoying the view. Go and sit with her and I’ll bring some beers out.”
Laila was lying on a sunbed in a corner of the patio, seductively laid out as I came into her view; dressed like Annika in one of what seemed to be their many thong bikinis. She stood up as I stepped out, signalling me to sit on one of the two Ottoman chairs around the small iron table — the one facing outward towards the beach.
Then she sat on my lap, as one of them had every time we sat out here — given there were three people and only two seats. But instead of sitting sideways across my lap as the girls had before, she straddled it, facing me, brushing her breasts across my face as she sat down and positioned herself.
Looking over the top of my head, and then leaning back just enough to look down at my face, she commented…
“Annika is coming with the beers. After that, we were hoping you might take us down to the beach and teach us how to catch waves with our bodies.”
She flashed me a gorgeous smile. The sort of smile that makes you want to give them anything they ask for. There’s something special about both the sisters. Yes, they are drop dead stunning both in their figures and their faces; indeed, in their whole body. And yes, they seem to constantly run around in highly sexualised clothing — to the extent they wear anything at all.
But the specialness extends beyond the visual. On the one hand, there is what I’d call — for want of a better expression — their feel. There is a lovely feminism about being in contact with their bodies. A lovely soft, womanly feel that defies the slender tautness of what the eyes can see.
The other is, well, I suppose you have to call it their smell, although there are elements of it which are very subtle. It’s not a perfume, it’s way more natural than that. It wafts into your senses, almost embracing you in a cloud of it; stirring up your sexual responses. In the hot weather and with the time they are spending in the sun, their might be an element of a sweet, fresh sweat. But I suspect from the effect it has on me, there’s a hormonal element as well.
When Annika had tucked my half mongrel into the swimmers, she’d left it projecting out horizontal. As Laila had sat on me, she’d once again captured the tip of my semi-stiff manhood under her crotch.
Between the physical contact with my cock, the sight and feel of her breasts right in front of my face and the wafting aroma of her feminine body, the result was unavoidable. I grew a boner that pushed up along her crease; the tip embedding itself in what I could clearly feel as the valley between her inner labia. Indeed, I could feel a radiating warmth penetrating through the thin material of my swimmers that made it feel as though the tip was embedded in her vaginal opening.
Laila squirmed about on top of me, screwing the tip of my erection around in the valley in which it found itself…
“Hmmm. You seemed to be pleased to have me sitting on your lap.”
“I think I can feel your body reciprocating that pleasure.”
“I think you are right. Perhaps they should not be denied the pleasure they seek.”
Laila put her hand down the narrow gap between our bodies, lifted herself off my lap for just a second, exposed my erection, pulled aside the narrow gusset of her bikini pants and the next thing I knew I was full penetrated into her; my hard erection having slid into what was clearly a very receptive and ready vagina.
“I think, now our bodies are feeling happier.”
Annika came out with three beers, put an icy one in my hand, and Laila’s in hers, took a bit of a looked at where Laila had positioned herself and a guess of what was happening between us and sat on the other chair. Annika repeated Laila’s request…
“We were hoping that after you’ve had your beer that you might take us down to the beach and teach us how to catch waves with our bodies.”
“Sure. It’s been a hot day. It would be a pleasure.”
As Annika sat down on the seat opposite us, Laila bent in and whispered cheekily in my ear…
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
I could only hope Laila would understand the Australian sense of hunour as I pulled my head back so she could see my face, the big grin I was offering her and the raised eyebrows…
“The beer? Sure does.”
She squeezed my cock and lifted herself up and down a bit to create a bit of a thrust…
“You know what I mean.”
“I do, and it does.”
“I wonder what cold beer lips and tongue would feel like on my nipples?”
She deftly pulled aside the triangle of her bikini top and presented a hardened nipple to my chilled lips. I licked it, then took it between my lips, all the way down to the puffed up areola, sucking it, while playing my tongue against the nipple inside my mouth.
She tensed with the initial chill on such a sensitive area, then held my head against her breast, making my continued stimulation of it more or less compulsory. She started breathing more heavily and slowly, but with subtle movements, lifting herself up and down on my shaft.
I glanced across at Annika with the limited vision I had around Laila’s breasts. She saw my movement and rolled her eyes in response. Figuring Laila was going to take this to the finish, I transferred my beer bottle to my other hand to free up the one nearest her other nipple and slipped my fingers under the other triangle of her bikini top, tweaking the nipple underneath with what were some very chilled fingers.
Again, she tensed and there was an intake of breath. But after that initial reaction, it was almost as if the cold made the stimulation of her nipples more intense.
She curled her back outwards, I figured trying to get my shaft to rake her g spot with her rise and fall, while keeping her breast in my mouth. But in the process, she had lifted up the front of her mons away from my lap, enough to let me get my fingers down onto her clit.
Abandoning the nipple I was tweaking between my fingers, I slid my hand down under her mons and found a firm and very wet little clit ready for fingering; extending one finger out to feel where my shaft was entering her body.
Laila didn’t take long to climax after that; I suspect the fingering accelerating the process.
She moaned as she rested her head high over my shoulder, hugging me tightly and in the process, forcing her breast even further into my mouth. As my shaft felt her contractions start to subside, Laila lifted her head back, extracting her breast from my mouth in the process, and looked me in the eye…
“Thank you. I felt I missed out on something when you had to run off this morning. I have been waiting all day for you to return. Would you like me to finish you now?”
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