The beach was quiet that morning, and I was looking forward to a relaxing time soaking up the sun and forgetting about work for a while. I found a quiet spot, laid down my towel, and slipped off my sundress. Underneath I was wearing one of my skimpier bikinis, and I was hoping to work on my tan before my main summer holiday later in the year.
Further along the beach, I could just see a couple of people in the sea already, so I decided I’d have a quick dip before settling down to enjoy the sun. I went down to the water’s edge and tentatively paddled in, hoping it wouldn’t be too cold at this time of the morning. Sure enough, it was a bit chilly still, but I looked at the other couple already swimming around and decided not to be such a wuss. Bracing myself, I dived right in, gasping as the cold water hit me. But as expected I soon got used to it and swam backwards and forwards for a while parallel to the shore so I could keep an eye on my things on the beach. The cold water was wonderfully invigorating on my almost-naked body, and I was glad I’d decided to take the plunge.
Eventually, I decided it was time to get out and warm up a bit. I walked back up the beach to my clothes and dried myself off with my towel. Then I looked around. Apart from the distant swimmers, plus a lone female a little way off to my right and a couple up towards the dunes on my left, I was pretty much alone. So I reached behind me and undid my bikini top, letting my bare breasts free. The fresh air on my firm little tits felt so good, and I jiggled them a little just for the fun of it. Then I rubbed on a bit of lotion and got ready to enjoy the rays for a bit. I was planning to go topless (or even fully naked) on my holiday as much as possible, so it’d be good to get rid of at least some of the tan lines before then.
I was lying on my back with my eyes shut when I heard a female voice.
“Hi, excuse me,” the voice said. I opened my eyes and saw a young woman who I thought I recognised as the one who’d been on the beach by herself earlier. She looked to be in her late teens, with short dark hair and a slim figure, which her yellow bikini showed off to good advantage.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she went on, “but I was on the beach just over there, and I wanted to go for a swim, but I didn’t want to leave my stuff. Then I saw you, and I wondered if you’d mind if I put my things here and you could keep an eye on them while I go in the sea. I won’t be long.”
“That’s no problem,” I said with what I hoped was a friendly smile. “Just put them by mine, and I’ll make sure no-one walks off with them.”
“Aw, thanks,” she smiled back, and put down her bag and towel. I couldn’t help looking at her trim little bottom as she walked down to the sea, the cheeks jiggling attractively. I watched as she waded into the water, then dived in and swam confidently backwards and forwards for about 15 minutes. Then she came back and ran back up the beach, grinning. I held out her towel, and she grabbed it gratefully.
“It’s colder than it looks,” she said, rubbing herself vigorously. “Look, I’m all goosebumps.”
Taking that as an invitation, I ran my hand down her bare arm, feeling the little bumps. I also couldn’t help noticing her nipples were also very hard, poking up attractively inside her bikini. I could also see that she had a piercing in one of them.
“It’s lovely on the beach, though,” I said. “Why don’t you stay here for a bit?”
“I’d love to,” she said, and I’m sure she was looking at my bare breasts when she said it. She put her towel down and sat on it.
“My name’s Cathy, by the way,” she said.
“Hi, I’m Annie,” I smiled.
There was a short pause, then she spoke again.
“I like going topless as well,” she announced. “Do you mind if I take my top off too?”
“Be my guest,” I said.
She unclipped her bikini and laid it on her towel to dry. She was quite flat-chested, but her nipples were large and a lovely dark pink colour. I couldn’t help noticing that both were still delightfully erect. The piercing (a small bar through the right nipple) glinted in the sunlight.
“Mm, that’s better,” she said, wriggling her bare breasts. Then she caught me looking and gave me a little smile.
“Anyway,” she went on quickly, “I’d better put some more cream on. I think the sea washed most of it off.”
She got her canister of lotion out of her bag, and quickly squirted it all over her legs, body and arms, before rubbing it in. I couldn’t help looking as she rubbed briskly over her thighs and little boobs; she really was very pretty, and I began to wonder if she was into girls. If so … well, who knows how things might develop?
“Would you like me to do your back, Cathy?” I asked, as innocently as I could.
“Oh, yes please.”
She sat down on her towel with her back to me, and I squirted plenty of cream over her back and across her shoulders. I carefully rubbed it in, enjoying the feel of her warm soft skin. Then I began to massage her shoulders, remembering how I’d been taught to do it by a friend who’d done a massage course.
“Oh wow, that’s lovely,” she sighed. “Do you, like, do this professionally?”
“No, but I had a few lessons from someone who did.”
“Can you carry on for a bit?” she said, leaning back against me, so my breasts were pressed against her.
I carried on with my massage and watched with delight as she spread her legs apart and let her right hand casually slip between them. At first, she just let her hand rest there, then began to stroke herself gently through the material of her bikini bottoms. It was as if she’d forgotten I was there and was letting herself get carried away.
Well, if she was going to have some fun, then so was I. I slowly moved my hands across the front of her shoulder blades and down towards her chest. Her fingers moved a bit quicker as she realised what I was doing, so I let my hands slide lower until they slid across the little bumps of her breasts and over her pink nipples.
She let out a little whimper and wriggled against me, rubbing her back against my tits. I began to stroke my hands sensuously across her little mounds, before tweaking her nipples with my fingers. They were rock hard, and I took hold of the bar through her right one and gave it a short twist.
“Oh, fuck yes, Annie,” she squealed, “do that again, harder,” so I turned the bar through a full 180 degrees, wrenching the fleshy bud round.
“Fuck fuck fuck…” she gasped.
To my delight, she then slipped a couple of fingers down inside her bikini and began stroking herself a bit more vigorously. From what I could see, peeping inside, her pubic mound was completely hairless, and her hand motions suggested she was strumming her clitoris.
Things were getting hot, just as I’d hoped. I leant into her neck and began to nibble at her ear, which she really loved. I began to wonder just how far she’d be willing to go and looked around to see if anyone could see what we were up to. To my irritation, a couple of guys had just turned up and settled down on the beach not far away. They didn’t seem to have noticed what we were up to yet, but they certainly would if things went much further.
“Oh fuck, Cathy, I want you so much,” I whispered, “but there’s two blokes over there. We’re going to have to go somewhere else.”
“Shit,” she said, pulling her hand out of her bikini. Her fingers looked sticky: it was obvious where they’d been. “Look,” she went on, “I’ve got an idea. Let’s go into the sea. If we go far enough out, no-one’ll be able to see us properly.”
That would have to do. I took her hand and led her down to the water and we waded in. As soon as we were waist-deep, I took hold of her and kissed her on her lips. She pressed herself against me, rubbing her bare breasts against mine, and slipped her tongue into my mouth. I reached up and tweaked her nipple again, while gentle kisses turned to more lustful tongue lashing.
I slipped my hand down between our bodies and began to rub between her public mound through her bikini. She let out a moan of pleasure, so I wasted no time in putting my hand inside her bikini and stroking her properly. Quickly, she reached down and undid the tie on her bikini bottoms, pulling them off. At the same time, I pulled mine down and looped them over my arm, to stop them floating away.
Standing in the sea as the waves gently washed around us, I rubbed my hand against Cathy’s pussy lips, before slipping two fingers into her vagina. She let out a moan of pleasure and began to fondle my bare tits.
“You’ve got lovely nipples,” she said, bending down to suck them. They were rock hard and I tingled all over as she nibbled at the little pink buds.
I grabbed her hand and put it between my legs. Getting the message, she slipped two fingers inside me and soon we were fingering each other lustily. Some of the time the waves covered our waists, hiding what was going on, but every now and then the water sucked away, fully exposing our thrusting fingers, splashing in and out of our pussies.
I was a bit worried we were showing too much. This problem was partially solved by turning to face the sea, giving anyone on the beach a view of our bare bums but at least hiding most of the activity.
Cathy giggled. “Oh god, this is so naughty! I can’t believe I’m doing this! In the open, with your fingers up in my cunt.”
“You’re a bad girl, Cathy,” I replied, slipping in a third finger and pushing even harder. “I bet you do this with all the girls you meet.”
“Oh fuck, I’d never… oh Jesus!” she gasped, as I leant down and began to suck on her pierced nipple. I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and began to strum at her clit. From the squeaks and moans, she was very near to orgasm.
“That’s it, that’s it, yes, yes,” she gasped. Then she began to tremble all over and pressed herself against me as her climax engulfed her. Then, still breathing heavily, she grabbed me and began to rub my clit too. I was so aroused that it was only a minute before I was orgasming too, shaking and gasping in the water.
Slowly we both let our breathing subside to something like normal. I suddenly remembered where we were and glanced round guiltily to check no-one had been watching us, but as far as I could see, we’d got away with it. Mutual fingering in the sea – even for me, that was something new!
“We’d better get back,” I said, slipping my bikini bottoms back on. Cathy was looking around for hers.
“Oh shit,” she said, “I can’t find mine. Where the hell are they?”
I looked around too, without success. They’d gone, floated away somewhere on the waves.
“You’ll just have to pretend you were skinny-dipping,” I said. “I’m sure no-one will mind.”
We waded back to the beach, me in my bikini bottoms and Cathy totally naked. As we got back to our things, we noticed the two young guys looking at us. One of them held up something flimsy and yellow.
“Lost something, love?” he said, smiling. “They washed ashore while you two were out there having fun. Come here and you can have them back…maybe.”
Cathy looked at me.
“Shall we, Annie? They do look quite hunky.”
“Well, if you want your bikini back, I guess we’ll have to.”
It looked as if the fun wasn’t over yet.
