It says something about the amount of sex I;d had in the last 24 hours, when I replied…
“I suspect there will be a lot of finishes before the day is through. Maybe Annika wants a turn or, if not, maybe I should save my energy for later.”
I looked across to Annika…
“I am hoping you can give us more of the good sex we’ve enjoyed, but I can wait for now. I think it is time for us to go to the beach.”
Annika’s answer didn’t surprise me. I suspect she likes a good long, even hard, fucking, rather than a quickie on my lap and lots and lots of tactile flirting leading up to it.
Laila gave Annika an almost surprised look, screwed up her nose as if to say…’your loss’… and dismounted me, leaving my still full, and now wet and sticky, erection projecting from my swimmers. She bent down, stretching the front of my swimmers to sheath my erection back in it, then wrapped her hand around the uppers part of it, sliding it up and down a few time; although, in the process, having her juices visually permeating though the cloth of my swimmers.
The girls grabbed the mini skirts they seem to like to wear over their thong bikinis while walking to the beach. When I picked up a pair of board shorts out of my travel bag to put on in exchange for the swim briefs I was wearing, Annika noticed me start to peel the swimmers down and intercepted my action; putting her hand on my to stay proceedings…
“Why are you changing?”
“I usually wear board shorts when I’m body surfing.”
The fact was, my generation usually wears board shorts for most water activities; and I just happen to usually go commando. But when I’m doing long swims I find swim briefs don’t chaff as much and that speedo like swimmers are handy under my surf lifesaver shorts; a sort of insurance policy.
“I think you like seeing us in our bikinis. Well, you are very desirable in your tight little swimsuit. Maybe you could wear that for us today and just put a pair of street pants over it to walk to the beach.”
I had to be amused about the way Annika’s Swedish thought process gets translated to English and even more amused by being told I was desirable. There was no doubt that they were a visual treat in their bikinis. Although a tad unfashionable, and even a bit daggy, I figured I could comply with her request; more so because she’d been feeling up my still half mongrel through my swimmers as she explained her request. Well, at least it was a half mongrel when she started. It was a lot more by the time she’d finished her request.
Since they’d first dragged me back to their unit, things had been pretty full on. I knew they were beautiful, and knew they had a powerful sexual effect on me; at the very least on my cock, but in reality it was much more than that.
Maybe for the first time, as I watched them prepare for the beach and even as we stood in the lift going down, I had the first opportunity to really contemplate what it was that was so attractive.
You wouldn’t really mistake them for models. But then, that’s because most models are too tall and too skinny; in the process often lacking in a truly feminine figure and pretty flat in the breast department if I’m allowed to say that. Plus you sometimes wonder if they are actually able to smile.
The girls were both tall and slender; but not as tall or as skinny as most models. They had enough on them to have a really nice figure; curved, without showing the — if you’ll excuse my directness — the fat bottomed, giant breasted curvaceousness that marks them as likely to grow fat as they get older. Their breasts are well balanced to their bodies; generous for ones so slender, and very complementary to their figures, but not pendulous — I would guess an upper size B or a smaller C cup.
There is, in what seems like a tautology, a taut softness to their bodies; taut in the sense their bodies are fit, strong and straight; completely lacking, for instance, any tummy bulge. But up close against them, they convey this truly wonderful womanly softness as they press against you.
But there’s a few additional features they really sexually supercharge their appearance.
Among the many breast shapes, which any lifesaver has ample opportunities to observe, my favourite has always been the wide based but slightly conical shape with the nipple on the end; as long as the areola isn’t too big. It projects nicely and I just find it more sexually suggestive; whatever that means.
The girls not only have that, but have the bonus of an areola of nearly perfect proportions which is slightly puffy; raising the base of their nipple out from the breast itself, and as I’ve had ample opportunity to discover, makes for a very nice mouth feel when you’re sucking them.
Then, as the icing on the cake, there’s the issue of their mons; and more specifically their delightful little mons bulge. Not for them the mons, almost non existent, that just disappears in a rounded curve, unannounced down into her crotch. No, their mons stands proud; almost in a straight line from their equally straight stomachs, the clean shaved, slightly thick lips that form it displaying a vertical crease that invites attention; even when it is only displayed by way of a sucked in fold — something less than a full camel toe – in their bikini pants, and then turns almost at right angles between their legs.
Those same thick lips embrace your cock in the most stimulating way, even more so when I was doing something like I did with Laila where I stimulated her clit by rubbing my erection back and forwards along her crease. It felt nearly as good as being penetrated in her.
And as for when they bend over in front of you in their bikinis — which the girls have made a point of doing sometimes — the bulge display visible between their legs in their generous thigh gap is enough to make you cum in your pants.
As for their arses… I’m not a big fan of thong bikinis — not that I really have any say in the matter. But you have to have just the right sort of butt, or they can be very unflattering. Well, the girls have that sort of butt. A long bum crease and glutes that are shapely, long and wide enough to flatter their exposure, without being anywhere near of Kardishian proportions.
None of that would make up for a mean or surly disposition.
But in the last twenty four hours, they’ve completely won me. Yes they have an assertive confidence. But it is exercised with such thoughtfulness and kindness that you just want to give them whatever they desire.
And their smile. Oh my god. Generously shared, it just lights up whatever environment they are in; flashing out from their cascade of long blonde hair.
Mind you, contemplating this as I was, drifting off into my own thoughts, I got caught out by them as I all but slack jawed stared at them as we travelled down in the lift, trying to suppress my cocks desire to grow a boner. Annika coyly asked…
“What are you staring at?”
In a panic, I told the truth…
“Two very beautiful and lovely women.”
“Are you now. Are we being judged for our appearances?”
“Judged is a harsh word, especially when the decision is so favourable. But, maybe, among other things. But was I not judged for my appearance too?”
“That is true. And do you like what you see?”
“As I said, you are very beautiful women. But there’s a lot more to you than that. You are delightful young ladies who it is a pleasure to be with.”
“It is a pleasure to be with you too.”
I was saved by the opening lift doors, which encouraged each of them to grab one of my hands for the walk down across the park to the beach.
It’s an interesting thing, walking with them, hand in hand, like that; one on each side. I suppose I tend to associate hand in hand with a lover’s walk — if it’s not a child. Which makes it a bit incongruous when there’s two of them. It’s even stranger when Laila seems to insist on placeing our clasped hands against her mons, slowing moving in time with our pace against it, as she leans in against me.
We walked up to the most Southern set of flags and stripped off down to our swimwear; the girls giggling and squealing as they ran into the water; crashing against the first breaking wave they struck, with Laila getting bowled over and rolled in the sand.
So it seemed that a bit of instruction with dealing with the waves was a good starting point. You can duck dive of course; but a lot of injuries occur when people do that too enthusiastically and break their neck on the sandy bottom. So I showed them how to do it a bit more safely.
But I also showed them how to just turn their back to it and brace themselves as the wave breaks over them; depending on how big the wave is and where you are positioned relative to the break point.
The waves were actually pretty well perfect for body surfing; breaking nicely — rather than dumping — and of a good size, being powerful, but not overwhelming. But as they girls found on their way out, they are also strong enough to dislodge a bikini top. They were probably strong enough to depants a girl out of a bikini bottom too, but what the girls were wearing didn’t offer enough material for the wave to have any effect.
I’d already seen that the girls were really strong swimmers. So all they really needed to do was get used to properly timing the take off; which they almost instantly picked up.
It wasn’t long before the three of us were all catching the same wave; a bit of a friendly competition emerging as to who can catch it further. I had something of a natural advantage, but it was clear the girls were determined to do just as well, in a playful sort of way.
Annika pushed the competition — or maybe it was just the sexual game – a bit further when she steered herself into me as we caught the same wave; basically mounting my back and leaving us both rolling around together as the wave washed us up onto the sand.
That sort of started a game of frolicking and groping by the girls; more often as we were waiting for a good wave set. A favourite was that they’d stand facing me and put their hands on my shoulders to let them jump over a roller that we were going to let go, planting their breasts in my face; the raised imprint of their puffed areola and extended nipples in their wet unlined bikini tops being particularly provocative. Then, coming back down in close contact with me, they’d sometimes quite deliberately impale themselves between their legs on an erection they managed to induce in me before they jumped. Because it really didn’t take much on their part to induce an erection when they deliberately set about to do so.
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