0 comments/ 15880 views/ 1 favorites Amelia and Learning to Flirt By: fazza91 "Me? I might just enjoy a quiet day at the beach," came Amelia's reply. "If nothing else, just the short walk down and back might get rid of a few of my niggling aches and pains." After spending the last five summer evenings solidly at it, they'd finally finished unpacking the last of all their cartons, boxes and bags just after midnight last night. Like Josh, she was looking forward to relaxing this weekend. As he arranged his bag of clubs along the back seat, she hoped his tournament game today wouldn't be affected by them being up so late. Or the fact they'd celebrated finishing with a bottle of champagne emptied far too quickly that had led to a particularly joyful and energetic bout of lovemaking. With fondness, she recalled finally them both drifting off to sleep with him spooning naked into her back. That reminded her. Josh had asked last night when he could stop wearing condoms. He only had a few left and she had meant to go back onto the pill three weeks ago before they'd moved. A child in nine months' time wasn't on their radar right now. She'd told him she'd go to a doctor Monday if she could and get a prescription. "Oh, the beach?" he rued. "I really wish I'd known we'd be living here two months ago. Then I wouldn't have entered this damn tournament. It was fantastic down there last weekend, wasn't it?" It had been a great decision of theirs last Sunday. The large moving van had been emptied out late on the Saturday afternoon. The huge task of unpacking everything could have got under way from early next morning. Instead they had opted to sleep in then enjoy their first Sunday together in their new area at the local beach literally just down the street. The plan then was to put all their things away each evening afterwards, starting as soon as they both got home from work. He opened the driver's door and turned about, taking her waist in firm hands. With her tall slender body on tiptoe and both arms raised, it almost would have looked like they were performing a ballet move to any onlookers. Only her face gave away the fact she was halfway through a gigantic yawn. Finishing it, she dropped her arms as she lowered and snuggled in as he pulled her in close. Blinking up into his brown eyes, she lowered his chin and kissed him long and warmly. It was hard to believe that only a week ago they were both naive twenty one year old newlyweds living in the large country town they'd both grown up in. The big upheaval had begun two months ago when he'd accepted her uncle's offer of a job here in the city. It had come at her twentieth first birthday party after the announcement that he had excelled in his final accountancy exams. Until last Sunday, neither had been to a beach for many years and both were amazed how satisfying the experience had been. "A lot of city girls don't wear much at the beach, do they?" Josh had mused as they'd walked back home, arms around each other. She'd smirked. "That's an understatement. But hey, don't hold your breath waiting for me to get a bikini," came her good-natured comeback. "This one-piece will do me just fine. Or don't you like me in it all of a sudden?" "You know it's not that. It's just we stood out last weekend," he'd continued. "Nobody had anything like your one-piece or my Speedos on. We looked like country bumpkins." Maybe, she thought, she should try on a bikini next week just to see how it looked. Not one of those thin immodest string things or one with a thong bottom though. A decent one. A cool breeze interrupted her thoughts. She brushed the few light brown strands tickling her elfin face away as she was released from his arms. The question as to why some girls had been lying around with so little on had vexed her all week. She could understand the ones lying on their fronts undoing the back of their bra strap and pushing their shoulder straps off. They simply didn't want any tan lines. But those laying bare-breasted on their backs or in bikinis that looked like they were nude she couldn't fathom. They were tanning parts of their bodies decent folk shouldn't see. Had they no shame? Surely they knew all sorts of men kept ogling them? "Especially that pervert!" she thought to herself recalling one odd guy she'd seen hanging. The memory made her shudder. She pulled the robe even tighter around her body as Josh eased his wide shoulders into the car. "What if some dirty old man spots me alone and comes up to me today?" she asked as he lowered the window for a last farewell kiss. "Not much possibility of that," Josh replied. "They're rarely renowned for their social skills. That's why they tend to stay away and just look." His voice became playful. "You know, I could perv on you all day myself, beautiful." Leaning on the window sill, she put her lovely young face to his and lightly kissed him as his reward for the left-field compliment. After nearly a year of marriage, she loved the fact he said the sweetest things at times both privately and in public. And that he genuinely enjoyed her quirky sense of humour. "So what about normal guys then?" she queried, her tone becoming more serious. "Like that one who came over and tried to chat me up last Sunday while you were in having your last swim." "It's your call. Unless you find them objectionable or boring, go right ahead," he shrugged. "Really?" she shrieked. "You're okay with me letting other men come on to me?" "Sure. I trust you," he said thoughtfully looking up at her from the driver's seat. "Look, you may be my wife but the fact is you're also young and very beautiful. There are lots more single guys around here in the city than where we came from. They're bound to try to chat up a nice-looking girl like you, married or not. Now I won't always be around so you'll need to learn how to handle that all by yourself." "Shouldn't I just say I'm married to them all and ignore them if they persist," she tried. "You could," he smiled. "Most guys will back off like that guy last weekend did. But what harm can there be if you liked the guy." There was a deep furrow across her brow. "I mean if a little mutual flirting took place at the beach today, how out of hand could it possibly get with people nearby?" She nodded thoughtfully at his logic as she leaned down for one last kiss goodbye. "We've sure got a lot to learn about life in the city," she muttered when their lips parted. "I guess you have to learn how to handle it if some hussy flirts with you too and I'm not around." As he slowly backed out, Amelia began thinking about what sort of bikini she might buy eventually. To cover her pointy boobs, it needed to have a sports bra like top. And she wouldn't even try on a G-string bottom even if they were the current fashion. Although you may get a more even tan, as a married woman, showing that much skin was sending the wrong signals, surely. "Love you heaps. Hope you win," she called as he turned the wheel to head off. "Love you too. See you about 8 tonight if I miss the cut. Otherwise it'll be 8 tomorrow night." Josh called back through the open window. She waved on tiptoe until he rounded the corner, then turned to start her day. By 10.30 she had finished the last of the clearing up and was walking down the cliff path to the beach, the one-piece under her T-shirt and shorts. She dropped her towel just before the very first beachgoers she came across. Her thoughts were that she'd stay three or four hours, eat an orange for lunch and maybe read a bit of the book she'd brought this afternoon. It was quite warm. Perhaps she'd have a quiet dip to soothe the minor aches. A glance at her watch told her it was a bit before 11. It would have taken Josh a good two hours to drive to the golf course. He should have hit off by now. The fact she was alone played on her mind. She noticed a few men glancing as she slipped the T-shirt off and re-arranged her half-back length light brown hair. None were likely to approach her though with their wives or girlfriends close by. But the occasional prolonged look made her think a little before deciding to remove her shorts as well. Fishing the sunglasses from her bag and leaning back on her arms, she decided to look around and learn more about the city beach culture as she enjoyed the sun warming her outstretched legs. At first a lot seemed familiar and comfortable. Most of the mixed bag of folk nearby seemed to be nice and ordinary, just like country people. There were some individuals but mostly the small crowd was made up of couples from their thirties although some were in their sixties or seventies, all without children or grandchildren. From a little further down the beach drifted the sounds of kids laughing, splashing and yelling on the shoreline or in the shallows. That seemed to be where all the families preferred to go, nearer to the car park. As time went on though, she detected a few other things that were the same as last week. Ten metres away were two girls her age in the sort of string bikinis she thought were just plain immodest. And in front of her, a third girl alone like her was sitting up with just bikini bottoms on, smearing oil over her large breasts and rubbing it in. How could she be so brazen, she pondered? Even with Josh's blessing and with him right next to her, she wouldn't have the nerve let alone the desire to do anything like that on a deserted beach, let alone here. Pulling her honey strands from behind her shoulders, she began running a brush through their tips when something unusual caught her eye to her right. Two barefoot twentyish young men in all-white hats, T-shirts and shorts fifty metres away were weaving their way between bathers heading her way. They seemed to be asking everyone something but only getting negative answers or gestures in return. Glancing back sat the shoreline, a smile lit up her young face. A portly couple in their seventies she'd noticed before had waded out of the sea and had begun plodding up to their towels. They both looked and moved like walruses. And she was intrigued to notice that the individuals, couples and groups walking in both directions along the shoreline all ignored one another. No one even tried to make eye contact whenever they passed. Josh was misguided if he thought that perverts were the only ones who were socially insular here in the city. Even most of the normal folk here seemed to be. She decided to lay back under her straw hat and close her eyes. A while later she heard two masculine voices drawing nearer and shortly after, and a stream of what became increasingly louder replies of 'No, no thanks'. Suddenly she heard a clear "Hi. We're travelling first year massage students, out to earn a little petrol money. Can we perhaps interest you in a nice ten minute foot and back massage for just ten dollars?" Slowly turning up her brim and easing her sunglasses up onto her brow, she found two young men squatting either side of her. Propping up on her elbows, she smiled at one then the other. "I have a few sensitive areas from moving house. That sounds wonderful." "Fantastic. You've saved us having to walk back and start all over again from the other end," came the first friendly words she'd heard from strangers outside work. She found herself caught in the blue eyes and face of the handsome young speaker and instantly smitten. He was perhaps a few years older than her, it was only when his colleague became distracted by something to her right and nodded his head that way that he glanced away giving her the chance to recover her composure. "Truly. What do you make of that, Phil?" the brown eyed guy had scoffed. Following their gaze, Amelia spotted the pervert from last Sunday pausing a few metres in front of her before the topless girl. She sat up and wrapped a large towel around her upper body, shaking her head at the ten dollar note being furtively waved in his hand. The two guys smirked aloud when he instantly reached into the pockets of his long pants, produced a wad of notes and replaced it with a twenty. To everyone's surprise, the statuesque brunette stood up and walking the few steps over, took it without exchanging a word. Right before their eyes and without so much as a look around, she opened the towel and let his hesitant hand reach out. Amelia could see his scrawny fingertips touch her naked breast, a look of awed reverence on his face. After letting him have a quick feel, she closed the towel. Turning around, she strode back to her spot, turning and shooing him back when it seemed like he might be about to follow. Then ignoring him completely, she fell straight to her knees, removed the towel and lay on her stomach on it. Nothing on display any more, he began a disappointed walk back towards the track Amelia had come down, stopping once or twice for a few glances back. Once the girl saw he was halfway up the cliff, she rolled over onto her back. An amazed smile crossed Amelia's face. She looked up quizzically at the curious lads. They were looking up at the pervert, hand on his crutch, watching disconsolately from afar as the girl's erect nipples rose and fell with her breathing. Amelia could see the crumpled red note still gripped firmly in her hand like a trophy. The girl's complete ease suggested she hadn't been all that worried by him or fazed by the bizarre nature of their transaction. "Well, to each her own. Maybe she should have held out for a bit more than twenty," the blue-eyed fellow finally muttered, shaking his head then smiling engagingly back down into Amelia's eyes. "Whoa! Back to the present, mate! Now young lady, how about you let us males take a deep breath and cool down, then give you that nice relaxing foot and back rub. Right here on your own towel as we said for just ten dollars. Or you can lie on your front and we'll do your back, legs and arms for twenty?" Ten or twenty, she thought. There were a few sore spots all over that would appreciate being massaged. The two young men had obviously done poorly amongst today's smallish crowd. She felt sorry for them. "Um. The twenty dollar one," she indicated. "By the way, I'm Amelia." Politely the blue-eyed one apologised, introduced himself as Phil, and asked if they could sit down and chat with her for a bit if Garry bothered to get around to introducing himself. The quip made her laugh as they looked at Garry and he stammered his name. He hasn't got the Phil's looks but there's a nice air about him she thought as they sank to their knees before her. Glad for the company and the implicit protection from the peeping tom, she relaxed. In no time they were all engaged in friendly small talk about her house move and their travels. They were from up north, travelling through this part of the world in Garry's old VW Campmobile, and beachside massages were their main source of income. The longer they spoke, the more pleased she was that she had found such easy going company. Soon, both young men had taken off their hats and T shirts and the trio were arranged like three spokes of a wheel on their chests, facing each other. Her eyes sparkled from one to the other listening to light-hearted stories about their travels to date. Late in her contribution to the conversation, she decided to slip in the fact she was married, blushing when Phil said she was kidding them and that she was still a teenager surely. That compliment took her by surprise. Phil shook his head when she said she was twenty one, and a disbelieving Garry waved away her offered ring and asked her to describe Josh. When she'd finished, she saw Phil's eyes smiling. When he brazenly asked if Josh and she were each other's first lovers, she proudly answered yes without the slightest hesitation. Phil had then asked whether she would like them both to describe her. She bashfully shook her head but couldn't stop laughing when they completely ignored her and got up into kneeling positions, theatrically gazing along her outstretched body. Phil immediately got the banter under way. "Five foot seven or eight tall I'd say, Garry?" "Agreed. Small feminine feet and ankles, well-proportioned curvy calves, long shapely legs, face .." "You're starting from that end? Okay. I'll do from the head down. Silky straight honey hair falling just below nice square shoulders I'd say. Almost cat-like lips, really pretty girlish mouth with fabulous teeth, upturned nose that's discerning but not snobby. Would you say a pretty face, Garry? ... ." "Very pretty, Phil. Look at the perfect skin on those legs, right up to that neat rounded behind. And a nice long back. Phil, I see your pretty and raise it to lovely ...." "A cute chin and slender neck. I see your lovely and raise it to gorgeous, Garry ... ." "Good call Phil. Now what's hidden from view? I'm betting on a firm flat belly, a cute navel, obviously an hourglass figure with that narrow waist but good child-bearing hips, ..." Phil's inspecting eyes took in more of Amelia's giggling face. "Okay, we're on to hidden stuff, eh? What about the boobs? I'm guessing medium-sized, quite shapely and pushing out like a young teenager's with nipples that ..." "Stop," she interjected, going as red as a beetroot. "Change of subject!" This was getting her all hot. She needed to change the racy direction their patter was taking. "So, what do you two do for a living? Surely not just massages?" she tried. They turned half serious and took turns explaining they both had indeed just finished the last year of their massage diplomas and were on holidays before going into practice doing just massaging. Another look at Garry made her decide yes, he was good-looking in his own way. But the only word to describe Phil was captivating she thought as she sat up. It wasn't too long before she found them on either side of her, their conversation becoming flirtatious again. She started to talk just to one for short periods now and again touching an arm or leg as she did, knowing the other was not feeling left out when she realised they were using the time to secretly eye off her body. Recalling Josh's advice, she decided to not only continue but to try out a few other bold things herself. She started by stroking the muscles up and down Garry's arm and commenting on how good his physique was. Then she included Phil, turning to him and saying she had fallen in love with his blue eyes, enjoying the excuse to let her eyes drown in them as she stroked his cheek playfully. The fun started though when she asked them to describe the difference between the various techniques of touching, rubbing and kneading she'd heard about. They seemed to struggle to explain the differences purely through words and pretty soon had themselves both in a laughing mess. Instead they decided to take it in turns to demonstrate various techniques by tickling, stroking or scratching up and down her slender propping arms as she watched on. She could really get to like flirting if this was always like this. Absorbed in making eyes at Garry now as she listened, she eased forward when she felt Phil lifting her left palm from the sand. Turning it over and cupping it in his, he began silently and painstakingly circling its centre with a lone finger, his eyes alternating between looking at what he was doing and her eyes as Garry looked on passively. In a quiet, almost confidential tone she heard Phil ask her how it felt. Clearing her throat, she managed to hoarsely mumble that it was really nice. He surely couldn't know how much she was understating the situation. Delicious squirmy sensations were building up inside her hand and delightful electric shocks were flowing off to lodge in the back of her throat and lower belly. When it began to get a little too sexy inside her, she started to ease the hand back. Phil paused, those blue eyes looking at her with a quizzical, almost hurt, expression. A moment of guilt about how thrilling it had started to become had got her thinking. Would Josh mind seeing her being harmlessly tickled like this, really? Especially as he had said, what could be the possible harm in the end with so many people around. Amelia and Learning to Flirt She slowly passed her palm back, the shy smile in her blue eyes giving Phil permission to resume. Then remembering Garry patiently watching on, she decided he shouldn't feel left out. Turning sparkling young eyes to his, she offered the other palm and closed her eyes when his finger started expertly trailing as well. She was stewing inside within a minute, her mind adrift and floating in absolute heaven. Deciding she wanted to watch them both work, she opened her eyes. As if to subtly warn her, her wedding ring glinted in the sunshine. Phil noticed it too and she was pleased when it didn't deter him. She was secretly becoming very stirred inside now. Outwardly she went from an occasional self-conscious giggle to becoming a picture of serious concentration, trying to suppress faint sounds of pleasure that kept threatening to escape from her slightly open lips. When they finished, she meekly complimented them both and blushed knowing that there was almost certainly an adoring look now in Garry's eyes. Self-consciously, she cleared her throat then suggested they'd all better get started on that massage now if they were ready. Reaching back into her bag, she passed her only note, a fifty, over to Phil and propped a little more upright, awaiting instructions. Phil pocketed the note then asked in a mock posh accent if she desired to commence with Garry's massage de foot. She tittered nervously and offered a nervous okay. Garry laconically walked around on his knees to the end of her outstretched legs. Facing her, he gently bent both knees slightly then lifted a foot. Professionally he cradled it lovingly in a hand on top of his thigh and began firmly kneading away at it with the other like a bread roll. The feeling felt glorious. Amelia closed her eyes again and a serene smile began. Her mind was clear and all she listened to was the beach sounds about. Enjoying his expert touch more than she would ever have wanted to admit, she was only aware Phil had quietly slid behind her when she suddenly found him kneeling there, his chest hair brushing between her shoulder blades. "This will greatly enhance your sensations if you'd like to try it," she heard Phil's invitation. Somehow a black sleeping mask was dangling before her eyes from overhead. Apprehensive at first, she let him slip the elastic behind her head then tittered nervously when she was instantly plunged into darkness. His soft suggestion of commencing with a shoulder rub only took a second to think about. She nodded silently, tingling as careful fingers seemed to take a long time just to move her hair aside. They then dug in at just the right pressure to soothe the sore spots where her collarbone met each side of her gracefully neck, making her bow her head and wince. But almost instantly, the pain went and all she felt was the soothing of gentle rubbing across her shoulders. The magic sensations flowing back from her foot paused but only briefly as Garry changed over. She opened her mouth in joy as he carefully worked each new toe about then firmly ran his palm along her heel. Shortly after, Phil's next quiet request made her briefly pause and wonder. Would Josh would be worried if she agreed to it? No, in this context she was sure he'd be okay with it. Besides, Phil would be unlikely to try anything underhand with Garry and the other beachgoers close by. Plus he had actually gone to the trouble of asking rather than just doing it and asked so politely at that. Without any further misgivings, she nodded and let him ease the costume straps off her shoulders where they hung loose. It wasn't long before she was absolutely rapt, taking in the lovely sensation of four unseen sets of expert fingers working her cares away at opposite ends of her body. Getting used to the darkness, she tilted her head up to the warmth of the sky, opening her mouth slightly in a gesture of silent thanks. "Mate, my bit's done. You can handle the rest," she heard Garry pipe up as her second foot was gently placed on the sand. "If Amelia doesn't mind, I'll head back down the beach for a dip." She heard him getting to his feet as he added "No potential new customers have arrived so if you decide to call it a day when you're done, we might go for a drive, eh?" So the cute Phil would be staying on a while and giving her some more attention? Amelia gave a silent thank you to the footsteps squeaking away from where they remained kneeling, his front brushing her back. "Now my aim is for you to get one unforgettable massage for that fifty," she heard Phil vow from behind. She was about to correct him and insist on change when she decided the money probably meant more to the two of them than it did to her. Deft fingers arrive over her shoulders and spread oil all over the small exposed area of her upper chest. Soon she was sighing to express the sheer rhapsody as a lovely sense of pleasure and well-being began. Despite the mask the sensations seemed to become even more intense if she closed her eyes, so she did. It was only a short time though and the amazing fingers started making contact with the V neckline of her one-piece. "Your swimsuit is in the way. May I adjust it a little?" came the soft, almost apologetic request from behind. She thought about it for a second. "Oh. Um. Okay I guess," she murmured hesitantly. "You're sure now?" Phil checked. She had tensed when his fingers had taken hold of the hanging costume straps by her arms. Patiently he waited for her confirmation. What he had been doing to this point had been so fantastic. But she was started to wonder if she should feel a bit guilty about this erotic stimulation she was secretly enjoying, knowing it was likely to increase if she gave Phil's hands permission to go that little bit lower. She wondered what Josh would recommend if he was beside her now. She was sure he'd have been completely okay with the massage to date. So was this a logical extension of that? As a test, she asked if she would let any other masseur or masseuse do it if Phil wasn't here. The answer came back as a yes. Besides, only she could possibly know about the delicious dampness stewing between her thighs. "Promise to be careful?" she stammered nervously. His carefully repeated "Extra careful!" sounded both professional and reassuring. "Okay," was all she could hoarsely utter as she opted to put her trust in him. With a nervous swallow in her darkness, she felt him taking great care as her straps were lowered down her arms. In the end, she let out a sigh of relief knowing her bra cups were still covering the peaks of both breasts when he eventually stopped. Waiting nervously on her knees for him to start again, she was in two minds. She was glad in the end that she'd trusted him. But it must have looked a little risqué to those around with Phil doing it rather than her. Never mind, it was done and dusted now. She was glad though that Josh hadn't been nearby to witness it, harmless and all that it had turned out to be. Under her mask, Amelia's private excitement soared again as the masculine fingers resumed where they left off. She felt both sides of her freshly exposed skin receive drops of oil and swooned knowing his fingers were obviously enjoying the extra freedom as they slid and caressed over the new flesh. When he worked his thumbs into the gaps between her ribs, she audibly groaned and rolled her head back in sheer delight. Guiltily she froze when it found the junction of his shoulder and neck. "That's better," he murmured. "Leave it there. It'll help us both to stay balanced." As her head trustingly relaxed there she felt his cheek find hers as her top ribs were worked. Then the strong arms over her shoulders retracted and came from around the side. Eight fingers met in her shallow cleavage, and began a series of strokes outwards across the top swell of both breasts. Warm breath from him would occasionally waft into her ear or tickle her slender neck, creating goose bumps on the top of her slender parted thighs. Once more she felt his fingers meet the top of her one-piece and pause. "Should I keep going down?" She froze. Phil's brief casual suggestion was echoing as she was filled with dread. A salty heated tingling started in her mouth. His fingers again had hold of the straps. She knew the costume front was as low as it could get and exactly what he was proposing. Instantly her knees started to shake. She tried to ask herself what Josh's advice might be right now. But each time, all she could visualise was Phil's handsome face out in the light, looking sideways at her, calmly waiting for a simple yes or no. She swallowed. Despite the fact that she had trusted him so far and that he hadn't betrayed that, she knew she really couldn't let him proceed. Straightening up on her long thighs, her hands slowly rose to the front of the mask. There they paused as she felt his body shuffle, knowing he was about to say something. "Don't feel uncomfortable with where we're heading," she heard his persuasive tone from the side. She could feel his breath on her cheek as he spoke. "It's still just a massage. But it's your body so there's no problem if you prefer to quietly drop forward instead. I'll continue on with a nice, safe back and leg rub. But if you're game to try going a little further ..." Her mouth was slightly open, trying hard to say no. "Just until you say 'enough'?" she heard the reassuring voice interrupt. There could be no internal consultation with Josh now. Knowing this was wrong, she felt her head give an almost indiscernible nod as she held her breath. Her fearful hands let go of the mask but unconvinced, wavered twice on their way down to the side of each hip where they dangled, nervously clenching and unclenching. An almost overwhelming thrill began gnawing at her insides as she felt the straps tense. Panicking mightily under the blindfold, she somehow resisted the urge to shout stop when the slow downward peeling began. The bra cups resisted at first then both young breasts almost seem to bounce upwards as the straining material quit them. Her costume front fell quickly to her navel. As though knowing it was much too late to cover her breasts, her thumbs hooked in between its material and her hips to stop it falling any further. Amelia sensed his hands rising. Time stood still. Trying not to tremble too much in her darkness, she realised she had just allowed a complete stranger to do what she'd said she would never ever do and bare her young breasts for all the world to see. Tense and skittish, she stayed bolt upright on her knees, trying in vain to suppress the unpredictable bodily trembling from within her darkness, knowing his hands were poised just beyond both petrified peaks. She gave a small unexpected cry as two thumbs ever so lightly brushed over both pink circles, bending the stiff jutting buds. "Hasn't she got the loveliest body?" she heard an older woman's voice clearly mutter. It was only then that she realised how quiet it had become about them. But she didn't care now whose eyes were on her, excitement overflowing as a little oil rained on the warm surface of both proud breasts. His hands cupped and started a softly smoothing. In a disbelieving daze, she felt her hardened nipples tracing delicious oily circles in the centre of his palms. With an outward motion between thumb and fingers, Phil began caressing both tapering cones underneath from base to sensitive tip. In the midst of her swirling thoughts she suddenly realised that her costume was being lowered again. She knew that most of what Josh called the best behind he had ever seen was already uncovered and that the light brown curls on her uncovered pubic mound were coming into view. What she didn't know was why her own hands had decided to roll her one-piece down even further? A tell-tale breeze was starting to flow through the natural keyhole gap between her long thighs. She wondered if the awed gasp somewhere among those around was due to her sex being on display or her behind becoming more visible as Phil shuffled around right to her side. One palm firmly cupping her belly, she felt the other began a series of tender strokes right down the length of her long back, finishing by lovingly rubbing all over her bare behind. Sighing aloud as it did until the hands changed over, one steadied the small of her back this time as the other smoothed her quivering belly. That brought on moans of sheer pleasure. Swallowing in her darkness she let him tilt her body back until she was laying on her towel. A knee arrived either side of her cheeks and she began shaking uncontrollably as she sensed his upper torso bending over her upturned face. Her slender arms snaked out full length, abandoning both puckered nipples to whatever kisses or mouthing he wanted to bestow on them. Even though he didn't, she had never felt so wonderful, so alive, so brave or so sexy as she did right at this moment. For minute after pleasurable minute, his hands softly worked her sides and arms. Wanton stirrings in her lower belly went crazy he propped on one hand at a time and let the other fondle a highly sensitive young breast and move it about her chest. The urge to lift her head and kiss the crutch just above her face became constantly harder to keep in check. Both legs shook when the second breast was done and his fingers trailed down to her belly and started to circle it. Her breath stuck in her throat. Each time the swirling got closer to her mound, she silently urged the fingers to go ahead and include it. They didn't, but her fantasising dwelt on one finger straying onto her youthful gash and following it over and down. Both long legs began trembling as she wondered how she would react if it did, then casually slipped inside. In her darkness, she was openly shaking all over on the towel, having never imagined such glorious, sensual, uninhibited touching. Then from somewhere above a seagull cried. Somehow she managed to pluck the willpower and inner strength to seize the hand on her belly and sit up with a hoarse but firm "Enough. Please, no more." "Okay," she heard him agree. Letting his hand go, she was still quivering as she sensed him rising to his feet and just stand there. Both her hands lifted her mask and Amelia flinched at the light. When she had stopped grimacing, she looked around in awe. There seemed to be so many spellbound people on towels about, all looking at them. She looked back over her shoulder and got a disarming, engaging nod back from Phil that she felt she had earned for sheer bravery. Finding each strap Amelia wriggled them up until back in her one-piece. Blushing, she slowly rose to face Phil, brushing her young shoulders. Ignoring the folk around, she leaned forward into his ear. "Thank you. That was just amazing," she whispered, gratefully kissing his cheek. "You wouldn't know this but I've never even been close to topless on a beach before." "I did guess. Glad you trusted me?" Her face nodded a yes against his. "I assume you liked the massage then?" she heard. Leaning back, she melted into his blue-eyed gaze. He was so close and it was all she could do to resist leaning forward and greedily kissing that sensual mouth as her answer. "I've had a few nice ones before but that was just sensational, Phil," she shyly confessed instead, turning her eyes down and away. Inside, she felt relieved his hand hadn't gone too much lower on her abdomen. If it had, she might well be still down there with an adoring public watching his finger slowly dip in and out of her. "That's excellent," he offered back, his voice sounding professionally detached. "I guess I'll wander off now and find Garry." "Sure. I'd better go home and have a lie down. I want to have a few wits about me in case I need to have dinner on the table for Josh tonight," she stammered. Her fingers gave an affectionate but unanswered wave as she watched him turn and head off in the opposite direction. A last glimpse from halfway up the cliff track found him and Garry reuniting on the beach further up near the car park. Mixed emotions hit her. She was unlikely to ever see them again recalling them saying they were heading off north tomorrow morning. The thought struck her that maybe that might be a good thing. If they had been locals, running into Phil especially with Josh beside her could have been embarrassing. Whoops! Her watch told her that husband of hers could be home in just over two hours if he hadn't made the cut. The humming all the way back home told her she had really enjoyed her first attempt at flirting and wanted to enjoy another go at it soon. She had learned a lot and next time she was sure she would stay more in control. As a test, she asked herself what her rules for herself should be next time. Well, she would have a better idea how much verbal teasing to give and take, how and when to slow things down if she felt them getting out of hand. And she would of course say no to things like kissing that may potentially become too risky. Sticking to Josh's advice would stop things getting out of hand. But if he was okay with her flirting, she would allow herself to be aroused a little with light touch, perhaps even help a man get that way with a teasing touch or two in return. That wouldn't endanger her marriage to Josh. But she definitely would stay within the limits better next time. As she dreamily turned into to her driveway, she heard the loud distinctive toot just before seeing an orange VW van pulling over out the front. Inside it were the two guys. Her heart jumped for joy at this unexpected chance for a final goodbye. Inside, she hesitated about asking them in for a cool drink, but felt it would be good manners. It's not as though she was going to offer alcohol. And having both guys inside together would be safe by Josh's reckoning, surely. Amelia knew she'd done the right thing when Garry politely sat down with his Coke and asked if he could just get the cricket score. Smiling, she switched the TV on and passed him the remote, amazed how earnestly he got into watching it. Phil had opted for a tea. A silent beckoning finger so she wouldn't disturb Garry found her walking backwards towing Phil by the hands towards the kitchen, smiling warmly into those eyes. Switching the old kettle on, she offered a quick tour of the house knowing it would take a while to boil. In the doorway to the master bedroom, her first test came when he was daring enough to ask for a friendly goodbye kiss before they left. By the time he'd moved closer, she knew what to do. Hands behind her back, she let him take her shoulders but turned her face at the last minute to take it on the cheek. Congratulating herself on her success, she lowered and wriggled from his grasp. A half pace back, she winked then made teasing eyes at him. "Is that the best I'll get?" she heard. "If so, how about one more in exchange for a five minute stomach massage here on the bed. For old times' sake." "What exactly does a stomach massage entail first?" she said with a flirtatious tone in her voice, letting those mesmerising blue eyes engage hers. "Nothing fancy," he shrugged. Secret juices were already flowing as he stepped forward. With a few gentle circles, he rubbed her belly through her one-piece. That seemed safe and felt so nice. Garry was only a few rooms away. Why not? "Okay, but with a few conditions," she cheekily accepted. "The bedroom door must stay open at all times. No noises that Garry might misinterpret. No unfamiliar territory without my say so. And only the one kiss, before the massage, not during it. Think all that over while I make our teas," she put to him, backing out. "So are my terms okay," she said immediately on return, putting two steaming mugs beside the bed. She swallowed when he walked to the door, fright turning into an overwhelming sense of relief when he hesitated then opened it even wider. Pointing to the teas, she added "They're too hot but in five minutes' time they should be just right. Kiss first, remember!" Amelia and Learning to Flirt Hands clasped behind her back, she rose on her toes in glee as he leaned forwards, his hands rising again. When she found herself unable to avert her face, she decided to continue the quiet delicious kiss as long as she kept her eyes wide open. Opening her mouth a little, she even let his tongue touch hers, all the while looking into his blue eyes until he eased back. "Massage time now," she heard him murmur. When his hands reached for her straps, she swallowed nervously. She'd always assumed he was intending to do it through her costume like he'd demonstrated. Her mistake but she could stop him here. What the heck, he was a professional, he wasn't a stranger and he'd already seen her topless. It didn't seem to be an unreasonable thing to allow him to half strip her again, she argued to herself. When her one-piece passed her knees though, she knew this had gone too far when she looked down to see both feet lifting in turn. Surreally, she took the costume being passed over to her when he rose. A gentle hand to her chest pushed her backwards onto the bed. She had to suppress a nervous laugh when a hand started to roam and dig into her belly. It was getting unbearable. Grabbing his hand, she lifted it. To her surprise, she guided it between her opening thighs. That was all it took to forget all about any stomach massage as she wriggled until parallel to where he stood, careful not to interrupt his fingers silently masturbating her. Constant memories of the afternoon kept flooding back behind her clenched eyes and she was so near to a silent orgasm when she somehow found some willpower. She grabbed the hand and released it. Seconds later she had to grab it again, hauling his body onto hers. Soon after a bout of quiet but frenetic thrusting between her long legs, he let his blue eyes look intently into hers. She enjoyed watching the silent grimace form before he earnestly but quietly emptied what seemed like a flood of his seed into her. Only a minute after rolling off, he was fast asleep on his back beside her. True to his word, there hadn't been another kiss. She had sat up beside his naked body for ages, not looking at it. Full of guilt and remorse at what she'd just done, she was amazed that she'd twice now been prepared to betray Josh with Phil in just a few hours. Once again, she'd enjoyed the flirting process too much and had let it go too far. She could faintly hear the cricket coverage. Deciding it might be best to suggest to Garry obviously still glued to the TV to wait in the car for Phil, she tiptoed out to the dining room in a hastily tied silk robe. The moment Garry looked up at her, she could tell he knew what had just happened as she stammered her request. As he rose from the chair, she reminded herself that she at least owed him a goodbye kiss. As she stood before him, she far too busy in her mind mentally returning to the bedroom straight after, waking Phil and insisting that he quickly get dressed and leave too. So preoccupied that she forgot to avert her face. Garry's lips found hers. Looking into his face in surprise, she decided it wouldn't hurt if she put just a little warmth and time into his kiss. After all, she couldn't betray Josh any more, and Garry had looked so hurt just then. He looked overcome when she eased back. It wasn't really fair to just throw him out like this, she thought. Taking his hesitant hand off the material over her breast, she undid the sash and let the robe fall from her shoulders. Bashfully she stood before him, palms by her side, letting his worshipping eyes drink in her nudity. Then stepping forward, she had wordlessly stripped him before turning about. Straddling both sides of the coffee table, she bent over it and grabbed the sides. Once balanced, her hand reached around her propping legs to take his waving erection and guide the thick head to her opening. Without further urging, he had sunk in and begun the slow momentum. It seemed like ages later, and she was still over the coffee table, her naked young behind arched skyward, howling like a wolf to the moon as Garry held her flanks and tried to work his strong erection further down her moist channel. Amelia found herself marvelling at the twin sensations of large drops of sweat falling like rain on the small of her back and Garry's urgent squirts of semen being forcefully sprayed deep into her loins. To her surprise, Garry kept up a quiet pumping, still firm and seemingly ready to go again. A glance at the wall clock said if Josh was coming home tonight, time was tight. But she decided she was loving what was a brand new lovemaking position for her. If he thought he was up to it, he could have another turn. Shortly after another burst of activity and some quiet mutual moaning, she felt his hips smack louder and louder against her outthrust behind once again as his rhythmic flesh slid in and out, joining him in a united groan as her grateful depths accepted their third load. As he stood to get dressed, she hastily grabbed her phone and awkwardly scurried naked to the toilet to clean up and try to stem the flow. She sat there for a few minutes trying to get up the nerve to ring Josh. How had the past hour got so out of hand? --- "I'm here, beautiful?" Josh had called out to her coming through the door as she got out plates and napkins in the kitchen. He put the piping hot pizza down on the lounge room table. "I guess it wasn't your day Josh," she answered with a raised voice. "Are you disappointed?" "I am, but considering our unpacking, how late we stayed up last night and what little practice I've had of late, it was to be expected," he called back. "What about you? Did a nasty bogey man try to chat you up at the beach?" It was fortunate she had the stack of napkins in her hand at the time because she would have hated to have dropped the plates instead. She was still trying to come to terms with the uncharacteristic and surreal events that had happened to her today and wasn't going to say anything. What on earth could she say back, she though, as she stooped and picked them up? She hated the idea of now lying to him and wished there was a way of confessing. Bu there was no way he couldn't possibly understand the events today if she didn't know. "Two as a matter of fact. Both fellas about my age," she attempted to say in a blasé tone as she entered the lounge room with hands full. "Two? Honestly?" he said. Was that a hint of jealousy as he looked over? "Good looking?" She nodded. "One was. The other was a dead set spunk." "And?" he persisted, his curious eyes never leaving her as his fingers slowly opened the pizza box lid. "Well, I took your advice and when they started getting fresh, I flirted back madly in both cases," she confessed with a quick nonchalant smile. "It did work, didn't it?" he warily blurted out. "Fifty fifty really," she said in a serious tone choosing her words carefully between bites of the slice he'd passed. "Yes, the first guy got up and walked away eventually. But the second guy was smoother and more persistent. He had me almost out of my one-piece in front of everyone around. God, he was an Adonis. In the end, I'd let him touch me up stark naked with a blindfold on and a crowd looking on. Then he left too, so I got up and walked home. Blow me down, in no time they're both here on our doorstep. And thanks to your advice, I'm left in the awkward position of having to be a good sport and suffer the consequences of flirting so unmercifully with them. In short, I felt I had to let them in and allow them both to make passionate love to me. They've only just left. That's why I'm in my robe actually." "Sorry," he sputtered, a hand trying to keep the food in his mouth as he desperately tried to stifle a laugh. "You! Naked on the beach in public for one! Then having a threesome!" "Threesome? Certainly not!" she returned indignantly. "I'm not that kind of girl! One of them had to sit still and watch the cricket on TV in the lounge room until it was his turn." "You are such a wag at times!" he choked, almost in tears before he'd partly recovered, leaning forward to accept her long warm kiss. She felt so relieved getting it out even if like this. Ringing Josh while in the toilet, she had found him only minutes away with Garry still getting dressed and Phil naked and out to it on their bed. If she hadn't said she really wanted him to divert and pick up a supreme pizza for dinner, he would have arrived home long before she had affectionately whisked them out in turn with a kiss. And that would have been disastrous. "Maybe I lost at golf today but I reckon I'm a winner just looking at your legs in that short robe. After the pizza, what say we go straight to bed and make love," he offered, eyeing her playfully as he took a bite. "Oh yes," she purred. She poured him a wine as he set his plate before the TV. This afternoon would all soon be forgotten once she removed the last remaining evidence from their bedroom, especially those two cold mugs of tea on her bedside table. "You have no idea how randy I've been since you left," she dared. "Heaven knows, I'm still wet even as I speak. But when we finish the pizza, you stay and watch TV for a short while and I'll make the bed. The sheets we had on it last week were filthy. I've literally just thrown them into the washing machine." She picked up her second piece of pizza, suddenly thoughtful, a worried look on her brow. "And don't bother putting on a condom tonight,'" she added. "I'll get some of those 'morning after' pills as well as a prescription for the real deal at the doctor's tomorrow." "Better and better!" he enthused with a grin, turning his attention down to the large pizza slice hanging over his fingers. "God, I'm getting this everywhere!" he suddenly exclaimed putting it down. Amelia started to deeply redden. Using a napkin Josh began carefully mopping some large drops of what could only be Garry's semen off the coffee table beside his plate.