Chapter 7: A Day on the Beach

What a way to wake up. Sofia was spooned behind me, with her arm protectively around my torso, while I held Esther’s shapely bum and my face was firmly parked between her large boobs. After a slight moment of panic I realized, despite the fact that we had slept facing each other, I had not latched on to her nipple, like I had done with Sofia during our stop-over in Russia. I breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Momentarily prying my eyes away from the glorious view I looked up and I saw Esther smile at me. When it came to how beautiful their smiles were, they were definitely sisters.

“I would love to let you enjoy it a little longer,” she whispered. “But unfortunately this hotel doesn’t run itself.”

I let go of her exquisite derrière to help her disentangle from the pile and watched her disappear into the bathroom. I could have sworn she was swaying her hips deliberately to tease me, and it damn well worked, as my bulging boxers could testify.

God must have had an exceptionally inspired day when Esther had been born. Speaking of the invisible bloke in the sky; I had actually no time for him, really. As my parents’ pointless death had proven, the guy was either incredibly crap at his job of looking after his believers or he just didn’t give a toss.

In mum he had had a rather fervent believer actually. Dad was – I would say – more of a religious pragmatic, while I had grown up a bone-fide atheist, despite the fact that mum had insisted on having me baptized. If they ever had had a domestic spat, it could only have been over dad’s refusal to drag me to church every Sunday against my will.

Why would I pray to some useless omnipotent being who had let two good Christians die pointlessly? If anything, the plane crash had hardened my atheist stance.

My mental rant was interrupted when a sleepy Sofia gently caressed my chest.

“Calm down, sweetheart,” she said sleepily. “You’re upset about something again.”

“Huh?” I inquired.

“You where gnashing your teeth. You always do that when you’re upset.”

“Sorry,” I apologised.

“It’s okay,” she replied, still half asleep. “Where’s my sister?”

“In the shower by the sound of it,” I said.

“Has she done her gymnast bit yet?”

“Her what?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” she replied and giggled sleepily. “Enjoy.”

With that she snuggled up a little closer and went back to sleep.

Esther came back out of the bathroom, her hair still damp from the shower. She collected the two empty wine bottles into the cooler, but instead of just taking it away, she bent over forwards, all the way until her hands touched the ground, which gave me a none too modest view of her bald fanny. She gave me a teasing look from between her legs, easily spying the raging hard-on in my pants.

As she turned to go and passed the bed, she gave her sister a slap on the naked buttocks. “Don’t leave the sweetheart in a lurch, Sofi!”

I realized Sofia’s sleepiness had been a show when she was suddenly wide awake and giggled as she hooked a toe into the waistband of my boxers and started to push them down.

This was going to be an interesting day.

One had to give it to Esther. Her hotel was providing good entertainment for their guests. It had its own private piece of beach on Lake Balaton, and it was a nude beach.

“You would have thought there’d be more guests here in this kind of weather,” I wondered, when I realized that Sofia and I were the only ones using the beach for its intended purpose, as in lying on it wearing nothing but a nice coating of sunscreen.

A few exceptionally well-built young ladies had played beach volleyball until an hour ago, which had forced me to lie on my front to hide the very visible manifestation of male arousal. But ever since then we had been alone.

“The girls who were here an hour ago, well they weren’t here for their love of volleyball. Don’t stare, but if you look to the left, you’ll see the entire ground floor is basically just windows. That’s where the conference rooms are.”

“Ah, so these delightful ladies were the ‘travel companions’ of Esther’s esteemed guests,” I realised. “Does that mean this ‘business conference’ malarkey isn’t just a mere front?”

Sofia giggled. “No these are actual business meetings. But there is a reason why some companies book their conferences here, and not in a ritzy four-star hotel in Berlin or Budapest. Where else do you get to watch a game of nude volleyball while sitting through a boring Powerpoint presentation?”

“Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t go through with my original plan of ravaging you,” I said with a chuckle. “We would have had a much bigger audience than we had bargained for.”

“Save your strength for tonight, Casanova,” she told me with a giggle. “Esther still owes you a good time for what you did for her last night and she always repays her debts.”

“Was that really the first time she ever had an orgasm?”

Sofia nodded. “You are attentive enough. Surely you noticed that you can make me climax pretty easily. Once I am warmed up I explode really quick. But for Esther you need patience. And not many guys have that kind of patience.”

“I noticed she’s a bit of a slow-burner,” I agreed. “But I didn’t really have to work on her that long.”

“That’s because you are a certified boob fetishist, sweetheart,” she said with amusement. “Most guys think you just have to rub a girl’s pussy long enough and she’ll go off like a firecracker. Esther’s sweet spots are her tits, especially the nipples.”

“Did she only have blind guys so far?” I asked with a chuckle. “I mean, you can hardly miss them and it didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to work out that just massaging them got her going like greased lightning.”

Sofia threw her head back and laughed.

“Will you do something for me when you’re with Esther tonight?” she asked

“Where will you be?” I asked back.

“I’m going to visit Krisztina, a friend from my days as a young rider. I haven’t seen her in years.”

“So what do you want me to do?”

“Do what you did with me that night in Russia. I bet you can give her an orgasm just from that. And perhaps you stop being ashamed about it when you see how happy you can make a girl with it.”

“Or I will gross her out,” I argued with a sigh.

“You won’t, believe me,” Sofia said and smiled at me. “Remember, I know what it feels like. With Esther you won’t need half a night to shoot her into space. You have no idea how good it feels.”

“Okay, I think I can do that.”

“You think?” Sofia said in a teasing tone and I felt her hand around my gentleman’s sausage. Only now I realized that I had gone rock hard at the mere thought of suckling on Esther’s humongous boobs.

I was still on the beach, going through my fourth or fifth beer when Sofia left to visit her friend, just as Esther was arriving. They gave each other a high-five. Esther did of course come dressed for the occasion, or undressed to be more precise. It was six in the evening, but at the height of summer the sun was still shining brilliantly.

“You’ll catch flies, sweetie,” Esther said and pushed my jaw up. “You’ve seen me all evening yesterday.”

“I’ve seen Sofia naked nearly every day since I’ve turned eighteen and it never gets old,” I said, giggling in my half-drunken state.

“You’re so sweet, you’ll make my teeth rot,” she said with a smile.

I shrugged. “I love boobs and yours and Sofia’s are just perfect,” I admitted, much more honestly than I would have if entirely sober.

“And I definitely like what I’m seeing,” she teased me. I felt her hand around my shaft and it went hard in an instant.

“Unlike your tits, it’s not that big,” I argued.

Esther gave me a kiss. “I’ll tell you a secret. It’s not about how long it is, but how thick. I can hardly get my hand around it. You, my sweet boy, are a really big boy.”