Chapter 1

It was a warm, sunny day at the beach and I was enjoying some alone time, playing with my beach ball. The boys around me seemed to be vying for my attention, but I treated them all poorly, refusing to play with any of them. I told them I was practicing for my girls’ volleyball team and couldn’t waste time with boys. As I bounced the ball up in the air with my fingers, a sudden gust of wind sent it flying down the beach. Without hesitation, I took off after it. Two boys tried to keep up with me, but I was too fast and they settled for admiring my behind as I ran towards someone’s umbrella.

I dropped down onto someone’s beach towel and glanced over at the figure sitting under the umbrella. It was a man, his face hidden in shadow, with a beautiful woman beside him. Mischievously, I wanted to see if I could catch her boyfriend’s eye. After all, I was just 18 years old. Would he turn out to be a perv?

With excitement bubbling in my chest, I collapsed onto my knees before them, my breasts heaving and my mouth open as if panting from exertion. My bikini was tiny and every rise of my chest threatened to expose me fully. Awkwardly, I reached back and pulled my panties out of my butt crack, not wanting to give these strangers more than they already saw.

“Hey there!” The woman greeted me with a friendly smile, clearly trying to make me feel more comfortable. She was almost too nice. I quickly took in her features - soft brown hair framing wide eyes and full lips, curves that were just as impressive as mine. From her appearance, I guessed she was in her late twenties or early thirties. Her bikini top barely contained her generous chest, and her untied bottoms loosely covered her hips. It was obvious they had been enjoying themselves before my unexpected interruption.

My gaze shifted to her boyfriend and I nearly gasped in shock. His trunks, though stylishly baggy, were straining to contain his manhood. It stood proudly against the fabric, impossible to hide with me kneeling before him. He had dark hair covering his toned body, and a playful smile on his lips as he nonchalantly grabbed a women’s magazine and placed it over his crotch.

“Women’s Health,” the cover read, but it was obvious that the magazine was there for more than just reading material. His girlfriend laughed and looked at him adoringly.

“I’m sorry about my ball,” I managed to say through giggles, still feeling the effects of my sprint.

“I’m sorry about my ... you know,” he replied, causing me to burst into laughter again. Our eyes met and lingered for a moment before I became aware of the woman extending her hand towards me.

“Come sit with us,” she invited me with genuine kindness. “We have plenty of food for our picnic, would you like some lunch?”

My breath caught in my throat as I allowed her to guide me towards the space between herself and her beefy boyfriend. I could feel butterflies dancing in my stomach, a mix of nerves and anticipation. Her generosity was unexpected, but I gratefully settled next to the muscular man, trying not to stare too obviously at his impressive physique. After a moment of hesitation, I reached for the copy of Women’s Health and pretended to read it, while stealing glances at his bulging crotch. “I do love reading,” I said innocently, trying to mask my true intentions. He obligingly held up the magazine for me, granting me another glimpse at his toned body and making my heart race with excitement. The scent of his cologne wafted towards me, adding another layer of seduction to the already charged atmosphere between us.

“To join us for our picnic, you must be daring enough to let me untie your underwear,” the man’s girlfriend said with a mischievous glint in her eye. I could tell she didn’t want to be the only one without their panties untied.

I nervously gulped and couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of the man’s bulging crotch. I knew I had to see what would happen, even if it meant losing my panties. Skillfully, the woman untied them, leaving them discarded over me just like hers were.

A warm smile spread across her face as she spoke, the corners of her lips turning up in a gentle arc. “Shall we indulge in our lunch now?” Her voice was light and musical, carrying a hint of an accent that added to her charm. “Oh, where are my manners? I’m Mariam,” she introduced herself. “And this is Carlos,” she gestured towards the man beside her with a graceful movement of her hand. He gave a small wave and a friendly smile in greeting.

“Pleased to meet you, Carlos,” I replied, unable to take my eyes off his impressive physique. “It’s nice to meet you too, Mariam,” I added quickly, not wanting to seem rude.

“So am I just another object for your girlfriend here to untie?” Carlos asked me bluntly, but with a hint of amusement in his voice. My stomach fluttered at his words - this was all happening so fast! Trying to gather my courage, I responded, “Well, you are quite hairy ... but I don’t mind meeting your swim trunks!”

Mariam laughed and shook her head. “You’re either the world’s youngest temptress or the sassiest virgin on the beach,” she exclaimed. She passed a plate of shrimp salad to me and placed it on my lap so we could all share it.

As we chatted and giggled, other beach-goers looked on curiously, wondering what was going on under our umbrella. Little did they know that our bottoms were completely undone. We leisurely enjoyed our lunch together, feeding each other bites of food playfully.

Under the shade of the umbrella, our bodies cooled from the ocean water. As we played with my beach ball in the water, Carlos proved to be much better at volleyball than me. Eventually, we returned to our spot under the umbrella and Mariam grew serious.

“Carlos and I are on vacation here. You see, at home we belong to a certain club that caters to our special ... tastes. Although it’s nice to disconnect for a while, a time comes when we miss our friends, so we try to find new friends wherever we go,” she confided in me. “I mean, sometimes we add a third person to our vacation. But it must be someone like you, a stranger. That makes it more exciting, and Carlos agrees. People who we won’t see again, unless they’re invited to the club back home. If you’re interested, we’d love to have you join us tonight. It’s been a week for Carlos and he’s ... well, you can see,” she gestured towards his still visibly aroused state.

I couldn’t resist the temptation and eagerly agreed to join them. After all, what harm could come from one night of adventure with this attractive couple? I thought, my eyes glancing over at Carlos. It was a sunny Saturday, and my mom was away for the weekend. After successfully avoiding all the boys on the beach, I was starting to feel a little lonely. I couldn’t help but imagine myself playing with Carlos.

“What kind of tastes are you talking about?” I asked.

“We engage in some light bondage,” Mariam revealed, her cheeks flushing slightly as she spoke. She knelt next to me, her expression earnest as she ran her hands over her behind. It seemed like she was reminiscing about previous spankings or anticipating future ones.