Chapter 13: Beach

Twelve of us made a beach trip the following Saturday. We met at Lido Beach at one o’clock and set up ‘camp’. Jake, Anna, Ellie and I lugged our coolers, blankets, umbrellas to a spot south of the parking area where we’d agreed to spread out. We were away from the busy part of the beach, but there were still people around and always the beach walkers along the hard-packed sand near the edge of the tide.

Darren and Megan arrived right behind us pulling a loaded wagon with sand tires. They brought a four-person tent for use as a cabana and windbreak. Darren and I had to bend over slightly to stand inside. Megan or Anna could stand inside normally.

Greg, Ally, Steve, Sophia, Cole, and Stacy arrived lugging their beach gear. The guys were in swimsuits and t-shirts, and the women each work shorts and tees.

Megan and Ally announced that they needed to change into bathing suits, so they were the first customers for the private space afforded by the tent. After they went inside and stripped, each of them flashed us from the doorway, pulling back the tent flap and teasing the rest of us with giggles and laughter as they danced around naked. Of course, they mooned all of us.

There was the usual onshore afternoon breeze. The judicious placement of our beach umbrellas, tent, and the coolers helped block the wind and occasional blowing sand. The breeze filled the tent as it faced the water.

The other women went into the tent amid a lot of giggling and laughter. After only five minutes, the flap for the tent unzipped from inside and all six hot women appeared in their bathing suits.

The bathing suits were probably illegal in two hundred countries. Our female companions wore bikinis, but not just any bikinis. The woman had conspired to see how little clothing they thought they could get away with on a public beach.

They were hotter than the sun. Their bras weren’t much more than two tiny triangles of loose cloth and some taut colored dental floss around their backs and neck. Every part their upper bodies was constantly in motion. Wardrobe malfunctions were constant. Their bottoms were of a similar ilk – a tiny triangle of cloth to cover each vulva and colored string. Thongs had more material in them than what they wore.

Shapely asses were completely visible. The various sized breasts were barely contained in the suits bras, jiggling and shimmying with each movement of the owner’s body. The girls checked each other over to be sure they were ‘legal’ (Ha!).

We laid out towels and blankets and sat around talking. People started to look in the beach bags for sunscreen. Greg handed out the first round of liquid refreshments to everyone.

I think some mystical smoke signals formed in the sky to alert horny males that we had the market cornered on hot women in our area of the breach. Suddenly, our quiet part of the beach had dozens of guys in small groups and quite a few couples walking by and ogling us. Ellie winked at me and preened so that three nearby young men could admire her lithe and busty body. She liked the extra attention.

I became the lucky son of a gun who got to apply suntan lotion to Sophia. Steve teased me to make sure I covered every square inch of skin, even the miniscule areas covered by material. It was a tough job, but somebody had to do it.

I slathered up my hands with lotion and began. To facilitate my application and massage, Sophia undid her bra and held the two small triangles of cloth to her chest with one arm. As she sat in front of me, I did her flawless back, making sure to get the sides including the portion of her side boob that wasn’t under the material she held.