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Turtle Bay Golf Ch. 01

By: Travel Girl



This is another true story. I am normally conservative sexually, but sometimes when I travel there have been "adventures". This experience occurred about 6 months after my first submission – "Hilton Head Massage". I was playing golf on a Hawaii layover and some flashing on the golf course from betting was followed up by nude sunbathing with the guys I met golfing. After they left, I was joined by a charming black beachcomber. My writing is for me, to reflect on my experiences, but I share the details in the hope others will also enjoy it. The writing style therefore, is not so much what would make up the best story, but rather what actually happened. Just a word of warning though, I am sure the buildup is too lengthy for some. So if you have low patience, this is perhaps not the best story. But at least, know this is the way it actually happened.

My name is Beth. I am single, and my dating patterns have been somewhat erratic. I have been dating a couple of guys on and off for a couple of years. Sometimes men have trouble with my job related travel being extensive and I don't tend to respond well to possessiveness. I love romance and usually date for a while before having sex. I have never been the type for one night stands, but I have also had some strange experiences lately which have caused me to reexamine some of my own attitudes. There is something about being in a place where no one knows you that has loosened me up on some spontaneous occasions. 

I am pretty with blond hair and green eyes and in good shape from running. I have a lean 115 pound build on my 5'7" frame. My athletic 34C-22-24 body tends to emphasize my natural breasts. Most of the time, I play and look the prim and proper conservative executive, so it was quite the pleasure to be able to decompress and be casual after a long business trip. 

I am a 33 year old scientist and my job takes me all over the world. I live in the Midwest USA and travel to Europe and Asia perhaps two or three times a year. Japan, Hong Kong and Germany are some of my favorite typical destinations. Travel has another perk, as I have been to Hawaii perhaps 25 times coming back from Asia. The funny thing is by leaving on a Thursday night at 8:30 pm in Tokyo, you land in Honolulu still on Thursday morning, but at 8:00 am. It works out well financially also, since the cost of spending a full day in Hawaii ends up being the same as if I had stayed an extra night in Tokyo at a fancy hotel and come back the next day.

Frequently I am traveling with coworkers, but this time I was alone. I have been to the Big Island of Hawaii and Maui on a few occasions, but most of my experience is on Oahu. The North Shore is most well known for the fantastic waves and surfing, but I also love to play golf and one of my favorite courses is the Turtle Bay resort on Oahu's North Shore. I have stayed at this hotel many times, but there is not much night life and trying to drive in to Waikiki and then drive back is just too exhausting. I now drive directly up to the North Shore when I get off the plane and golf first, maybe lie on the beach for a while and then drive back into Honolulu for dinner and clubs. 

I got off the plane, cleared customs and got my rental car by about 9:00 am. I stopped off at a Starbucks and began my one hour drive up to the North Shore. No problem though; the sun was shining, there is snow back home and I was driving with the windows down and my hair blowing in the wind. The drive cuts up through the pineapple fields until I got my first glimpse of the ocean. 

I stopped at Sunset Beach and the famous banzai pipeline and watched 25 foot waves roll in while I finished my coffee. I got to Turtle Bay around 10:30 am. I was still in my business suit from Tokyo, having no time to change clothes prior to getting on the plane. I changed clothes in a secluded corner of the hotel parking lot, putting on a simple white golf polo shirt and some beige shorts. 

The Turtle Bay golf course is really great in a lot of ways. It is good enough to host some of the senior and women's tour professional tournaments. There is lush tropical scenery and you see the ocean several times. It is relatively inexpensive being off the beaten path and usually not very crowded. 

Almost no golf course will have you play alone. They said I would be playing with a twosome which was great as I would be in a golf cart by myself. A round of golf can typically take around 4 to 5 hours, and if you play with jerks it can be a long day. My first impressions were not good – the two guys I would be paired with looked like they had been drinking for a while. They were a little loud and I was somewhat nervous. 

They introduced themselves as Mike and Jimmy. They both looked like football player types, kind of big and muscular. They were both decent looking, but did not appear too diligent about exercise. I would guess they were both around 25. I later learned they were brothers, their wives being sisters. They were from Dallas and staying at Turtle Bay. Their wives had driven into Waikiki for shopping. 

I gradually grew more comfortable. Instead of loud jerks, I concluded they were just extroverts, but in a good way, kind of the life of the party type, telling jokes and having a good time. I am usually more of the quiet type, but can also enjoy more of an outgoing group too. They got more beer as we started and offered me one. Normally it would have been too early for me, but I like beer and I was still on Japan time mentally and I accepted. 

There were people waiting to tee of on the first hole, so we were chatting a little. Mike and Jimmy were doing most of the talking and I was laughing at some of the banter, especially when they were telling each other how bad they were going to kick the other's butts, etc. 

They were going to play "skins" for a dollar a hole and asked if I wanted to join in. The term skin means that you have to win the hole to earn the pot. The pot accumulates until the next hole if no one wins. I am a decent golfer, but putting a little wager makes me concentrate and play better, so I was all for it. For the par 3 holes, it would be an additional dollar for closest to the pin. So if you happen to be outclassed by the other golfers, your maximum exposure is only about 25 bucks and that is only if you lose every single hole. 

I won the first two holes outright and I tied with Mike on the third hole for a push. Not that I played fantastic, but these guys had a lot of trouble keeping the ball out of difficulty. They could both crush the ball with their size, but without much control. Normally the person who wins the hole will be the first to tee off on the next hole, called having the "honors". However, the ladies tees were in front of where the guys were playing, so I would hit last and I had some idea whether they were in trouble or not. 

I learned the guys had met their wives at college where they had both been on the football team. They had both been in the business school; Mike was now in heavy equipment sales, while Jimmy was a financial planner. They both had a lot of questions for me about my job in alternative energy.

The fourth hole was our first par 3 and neither Mike nor Jimmy found the green. I should say the whole time had been a lot of fun, lots of "good shots" when they were talking to me, and lots of mutual insults when they were talking to each other. When I came up to hit, there was a lot of good natured ribbing about how they were getting swindled by a "professional". My ball was at the edge of the green and I won the closest to the pin. Mike seemed to be the better golfer of the two, and while I made a 3 on the hole, I ended up with a tie on the hole with Mike who made his second shot really close. I won't give a play by play for each hole, but when I won the next hole I had won everything, they were both laughing and the joking was scaled up a few notches. 

Mike shanked it on the 7th hole, the ball going about 20 yards. It is a standing joke if you don't make it past the ladies tees; it's called a "dick-out" meaning that you are supposed to drop your shorts. Usually you tease the person, but it is not something taken seriously. 

I said, "Uh-oh, you know what this means."

Mike acted as if he was going to do it. This ended with an off-color joke from Jimmy that was funny, and their mutual curses became quite colorful.  

Discussions included how I liked Hawaii and where I was staying. They verified I was single, asking about Japan and Hong Kong since they had never been there; friendly but inquisitive. I had the impression during the whole round that they found me pleasant scenery. 

The beer cart came around - this was my third, and who knows how many they had by then. Definitely feeling no pain, but at least they were happy drunks. Jimmy hit his shot into the water, but he was laughing about it and said "More beer!" Mike made a nice shot onto the green, and seemed to feel pretty good about it until my shot was closer than his, causing more cursing and joking threats. 

We finished the first 9 holes and I had won 8 of them, Jimmy had won 1 hole, Mike none and I had won both of the closest to the pins. I had shot a 42 for the front 9 holes, which is good for me, and I had probably been about 5 shots better than Mike and more for Jimmy. 

The beer tasted great in the hot weather. It was probably around 85 degrees, but the breeze was blowing and I felt fantastic. I won the next two holes and now these guys were really saying it wasn't fair, they were getting killed. They wanted some handicap strokes or some other concession. 

I wasn't going for it, laughing that they should not increase their humiliation any more than necessary.

"You guys are getting beat by a girl, and now you want charity. C'mon, just get tough and fight back." 

All of it was good natured and I felt like I had fit in well. They bantered back they needed and incentive, they wanted to raise the stakes so they could catch up, etc. I missed the boat on that part, because I said "sure" before I heard the whole idea. 

Mike had been doing most of the talking now, and his idea was that for the remaining par 3's, the losers of the closest to the pin would not only lose the pot but would also flash the winner. It looked like Jimmy wanted to die he was so embarrassed, as if he could not believe Mike was saying this stuff out loud. 

I said, "You have got to be kidding; you want me to flash you out on the golf course?" 

"Yeah, you know, just a girls gone wild, mardi gras deal." 

I replied, "And what if I win, you guys are going to drop your shorts. Fair is fair." 

Just from the way Jimmy was acting, I knew all that was needed to kill this was to call the bluff. 

Boy was I wrong; Mike held out his hand and said, "Deal!" 

Jimmy just said, "You two are unbelievable. Beth, I can't believe you encouraged him." 

I was starting to get nervous now and it probably showed. Now let me say this, I have been to nude beaches a lot of times, sometimes when there were virtually no people and other times in big crowds. I go topless in European beaches. I have been to mardi gras, and earned a few beads. I am more flamboyant when no one knows me and I have a feeling of spontaneity and anonymity. And some of that went through my mind and I thought it would be no big deal. 

I also thought that fortunately these guys stink at golf and I had a good chance of not paying off on "their incentive" anyway. I was still not even sure if they were really serious.

Mike then says, "OK, here are the rules. If you are closest to the pin, then we both drop our shorts. If one of us wins, you flash your tits." 

Jimmy, who had been essentially quiet, jumps in, "You have to show skin, not just see your bra." 

The beer cart came up again before the deal is finally agreed to, and we all got another. 

When it was our turn to hit, they both look at me, "Do we have a deal?" 

I replied, "So you two are not going to cry if I kick your butts some more?" 

Everyone laughed and we shook on it. 

Mike hits first for the guys. They have about 180 yards over water. I also had to go over the water 165 yards. Mike hits another awful shot, one hop into the water. He had laughed about his bad shots earlier, but now that he had some incentive, he was pissed off. 

So he says, "C'mon jimmy, you have to do this for the team." 

I said, "Wait a minute, rule clarification. You are rooting for Jimmy now, but if he wins the hole, how are you going to benefit?" 

So they look at each other and Jimmy says, "OK, OK, good point, we don't want to see each others dicks, so if one of us wins, we both get to see you flash, but if you win, then we both have to flash." 

I laughed and told them, "This was the most elaborate scheme I had ever heard in order to see a girl's breasts; I don't knew whether to be complimented or cry." 

Mike chimes in and says, "Only a compliment, we would really love to see those puppies set free." 

I just laughed and told Jimmy to hit, they had a deal. 

Jimmy gets up and hits a poor shot, but he gets a good bounce near the green. Essentially both guys had choked. I realized any decent shot would win. So I have this stress to avoid "flashing" but also some exhilaration. Like anything in life, I guess you feel more alive when something is riding on the outcome. My shot was not decent though, it was great. A high majestic shot that ended up about 8 feet from the hole. 

Mike is laughing, "Oh shit, nice shot!" 

Jimmy says, "Un-fucking-believable."  

Both of the guys grab their beers as we walk back to the carts so we can drive up to the green. 

Mike says, "OK if we do it after the hole?" 

I smiled, "Whatever you like." 

Mike sees that the cart path is going to snake through a tree lined area and points, "Over there." 

They are ahead of me on their carts and it looked like each of them was unfastening their belts while we drove. I thought to myself "Oh my god, we are really going to do this." They stopped in a shaded area, and both get out of the carts, and start walking towards me. 

I laughed, "Hold on guys. I believe you. But it is OK; you don't really have to go through with it. We have been having a great time and I don't want to ruin it." 

Mike says, "No way, I would have wanted you to go through with it, I can just imagine what you look like, and fair is fair." 

Jimmy says, "I agree." 

It looked to me almost as if Jimmy would go through it reluctantly but Mike was enjoying the prospect of flashing me. 

I didn't respond, but they looked at each other and say, "Ready? Both together, OK?" 

I just nodded. Jimmy was lowering his shorts and underwear both at the same time, but his shirt dropped down so that he was still covered. Mike, on the other hand, dropped his shorts to his ankles and pulled his shirt up. 

What a weird setting. Here I am on a Hawaii layover from Japan, playing golf on the North Shore with two guys I had just met - standing there with their pants down. 

It is difficult to describe size when you don't know whether someone's length is essentially the same when hard or much different – "some are showers and some are growers." Mike appeared to be average size and Jimmy looked to be big. Mike spun around and showed his ass too, Jimmy rolled his eyes; it looked to be that he was hoping it would be over soon. 

Mike says, "Satisfied?" 

I clapped my hands and said, "Bravo boys. Nice show, I respect people who pay off bets and you guys will never have a problem getting work at a strip club if you need it." 

Jimmy smiled at that, and they got dressed again and we were on our way. 

The irony is great. The next two holes I did not play very well and Mike won both holes, his first of the day. Lots of the banter now - they had me on the ropes and the wheels are falling off. I was comfortably ahead on all the finances, not that it was anything significant, and both guys had to strip, so I did not mind at all letting them get some of the male boasting out of the way. 

Of course the beer cart comes around again, and we get another round. Both guys are pretty big and could therefore handle a lot, but on the other hand both seemed to be pretty toasted too. I was starting to feel pretty good as we moved on to the 14th hole. 

Mike gets up to hit, and he had been starting to get more confident and he hits one about 30 feet. A total duff. He is back to laughing. 

I said, "You know, we don't have any formal bet, but there are just some moral obligations relating to not getting it past the ladies tee." 

I am really just egging him on, which was probably not such a great idea. Maybe it was influenced by that he had already done it before, but he reaches down and unzips his shorts and pulls his dick out. 

He says, "Hey, I am not going to give you the full show again, this is just a 'dick-out'." 

I laughed, "Well, I can see you are an honorable man. But I think you should put it away. If you are going to keep losing these bets, you had better get some sunscreen." 

Everyone laughed, but it sure looked to me like Mike had gotten a little hard as he struggled to get his dick back in without a little gymnastics.

The 14th hole ended up a draw, but I won the 15th hole pretty easily, so I have to admit that it is a little embarrassing to be winning so much. The 16th hole is the last par 3, so the guys are getting really geared up to win. By this time, the beer had been not only loosening me up which is not necessarily the best way to play competitively. Jimmy is hitting first and this is a short hole. The ladies tees are probably 120 yards and the guys tees are about 150 yards. 

Jimmy has a moment of inspiration and says, "Beth, you should hit this hole from our tees to even things out." 

My first reaction is to give them some grief and wanting a break, but Mike chimes in, "Yeah, c'mon Beth, you have been winning all day. Give us a break. We still have to beat you to win." 

I laughed and thought to myself there was not really any difference between the two distances so I agreed. They then backed away and said that I should hit first so they could see what they had to beat. Part of why they call hitting first as "having the honors" is that it removes the pressure. 

Mike tries to rattle me, saying, "Don't worry about the water Beth." 

My shot was decent, not great but safe. The ball was on the green maybe 60 feet from the hole. I was glad not to have put it in the water or someplace else, but I had certainly provided an opening. 

Jimmy, who was to hit next, saw my ball stop on the green and said, "Unbelievable, she is a machine." 

Jimmy's shot was not bad for him, the way he had been hitting all day. He was off the green and outside mine, but it was one of his better shots of the day. Mike was up next, definitely the better golfer of the two, and probably was due for a good shot. He would have been better off hitting before me, because he seemed a little tense. Instead of a high arching shot as planned, he hit a line drive shot. It was straight however, and hit on the green, but had too much steam and went well off the back. I had won again – it was almost painful. 

Mike recovered first as we headed back to the carts, doing the mock bowing, "We are not worthy." 

Jimmy also participated and everyone was laughing, so at least it was not going to be awkward. When we got to the green to finish the hole, I told the guys that they didn't have to flash again, I had already seen them and I thought they were good sports. 

Jimmy said, "No, we'll pay off because we have another idea. Like before, wait until we finish the hole." 

They pulled away first while I was still putting my clubs in the bag. They had stopped up ahead, and they had apparently come up with a plan to surprise me because when I drove up to them they were already standing there waiting with their pants down. 


Turtle Bay Golf Ch. 01



I had to laugh at that, making fun out of an awkward situation. I wondered if I would have the grace under pressure that they did. 

I played along, "Hey big boys, have you seen Mike and Jimmy?  I don't know if you two giants have seen them?" 

They both laughed at that. The only awkward part at all was that Mike was getting hard right while he was standing there, almost as if his dick had a mind of its own, either that the sudden exposure to the air or that a woman was a few feet away looking at it. Jimmy was not hard, but he was certainly bigger than he was last time. I thought this situation must simply be exciting. 

"Guys, any girl who had won this bet would be really, really content – good sports and nice looking too. Bravo!" 

We only had the two holes to go, but we had a little wait at the 17th tee. This is the signature hole of the golf course, right next to the ocean. The whole situation was just fantastic, the weather, the scenery, the company had been great. Everyone finished their beers and I think no one was feeling any pain. 

Mike said, "Beth, there are no more par 3's left and we want one more chance. How about this hole too, but instead of the closest to pin, just whoever wins." 

I had been kicking their butts all day, so it didn't seem that risky and a part of me was excited anyway. I agreed to their plan. The beer cart came around one last time and they got one more for each of us. 

As we were getting ready to play, they had one more little caveat. Because I had been beating them all day, they wanted to be able to play "best ball". That means they both hit off the tee, but pick the best shot and the other picks up and plays from that point too. So I would be up against two people, and the other advantage they had was getting to pickup bad shots. 

Mike looks at me and says to Jimmy, "I think she likes the idea."

I realized it was because my nipples had gotten hard and could be seen through my shirt. 

I acted indignant even though I was embarrassed, "OK, I might as well just do it now as I am giving you so many breaks." 

I hit first and had a so-so shot, not that long, but safe in the fairway. The best ball helped them, and they were about 30 yards ahead of me after one shot. I hit my second shot well, just a little off the green. Jimmy hit first and had a terrible shot. Mike's was much better, and they were about 20 yards short of the green, but in the fairway. They both hit decent third shots, the best being about 8 feet from the hole. My own 3rd shot was also about 8 feet away, just a little farther than theirs. 

So we came down to just who could make the putts. I was away and shot first, making a really nice shot a few inches from the hole after just skimming the edge. Jimmy went first for the guys and almost made it, ending up about the same distance as I had. But since they were hitting best ball, Mike got to hit next and had the advantage of playing from the same spot and having seen how the ball curved. 

I knew Mike had a good chance of making this and winning the hole, and like clockwork he made the putt. They started giving each other high fives and whooping it up and I knew it was my turn to pay off. I looked back to see how far back the next group was and I guessed we had about 10 minutes.

The end of the 17th hole is right at the beach. Many people sunbathe nude there and I had been to that beach on several occasions, even planning to go there after golf before my drive to Waikiki. I motioned them to follow me. We parked the carts and walked down a short maybe 15 foot path to the beach, the guys close behind. 

The beach was completely deserted when we arrived. I un-tucked my golf shirt and while they were staring, I pulled it off completely. I was standing there in my bra and then I reached around back, unsnapped and pulled it off too. 

I handed my bra to Jimmy, "Could you please hold this?" 

The beer had helped, so instead of just a Mardi gras style brief flash, I stood there topless and let them look. I have great breasts, and I know others think so too. 

As I had complimented the guys, Mike says, "Nice tits!" 

Jimmy said, "Wow, beautiful." 

The guys sat there gawking for a while, and standing there in front of them while they stared made my nipples get hard while they watched. 

"OK, I have paid off too, let's finish up the round." 

I could see Mike at least had a pretty good tent built up in his shorts. Jimmy handed me back my bra, but I decided to put my shirt on without it and the shirt was thin enough that it was a pretty good show. Beside Mike and Jimmy, there was no one else around anyway and I was feeling a little more daring anyway. 

"Way to go Beth!"

On the tee while we are drinking our last beer, Mike says we should do the same bet. I was OK for that too, but the only change I made was that we would not flash right on the golf course because the rest of the way in would be too visible to the clubhouse and other people from the hotel. 

I told them that I was going to be walking down to the same part of the beach near the 17th hole where I had just done my show. I wanted to get some sun anyway, so if I lost that's where they could get paid off. They thought that was fine, but Jimmy worried about whether their wives would be back or not. Mike said they would call them when we finished to see if they had started back yet or not. If they had time they would walk back down the beach or go jogging or something like that. If they were short on time, they would drop me off at that part of the beach with their golf cart, whoever lost would pay off and they would go back.

The best ball really improved their chances of winning the 18th hole as it had on the 17th. Everyone was in good shape on tee shots, and the tough shot was going to be the approach to the green over water. I was first to hit and while I was not on the green, I had made it over the water safely. To make a long story short, each guy hit into the water so there was no help from best ball and unless I really screwed up my next easy shots I had won the hole. 

The bottom line is that I had spent 4 hours out in the sun playing golf while there was snow on the ground at home. The guys had been typical guys, but they were likeable and I had a good time and had made about 30 bucks. With all the beer, I was working on a pretty good buzz. I had flashed my breasts, but by that time I had not really minded. And I got to see two guys flash me, twice. All in all, not a bad day. 

We all drove back to the clubhouse where the guys dropped off their golf clubs and I dropped off my cart. I told Jimmy that I was going to walk over to my car in the hotel parking got a get a few things for the beach. I collected up my sunglasses and some other things I would need from my car. 

They called in and found out their wives were still in Waikiki but starting their drive back. That meant they would probably be back in an hour or more depending on traffic. The guys decided they would not go get cleaned up first, so while Mike finished up talking with his wife, the guys pulled up in the cart. I was fishing out my beach towel, swim suit and sunscreen from my trunk I changed from my golf shoes to sandals and carried a small duffel bag filled with my things. 

The first flaw in the plan became apparent, where to sit. I did notice that while Mike had been driving all day, now Jimmy was driving. 

Mike said, "Hop on."

Mike was the kind of guy you either love or hate, but I thought he was more funny than obnoxious. His idea was I should sit on his lap. I think under normal circumstances I would have had some abusive comment about that, but it was not normal circumstances. I was away from home with people I did not know and would never see again. We had been drinking all day, and we had flashed each other. I hopped on his lap. 

It is not all paved cart path to get to the beach and there was quite a bit of bouncing around. Mike had his arm around my waist and I had my arm around his shoulders. He had placed his other hand on my leg just above the knee – which was not really that awkward based on the way we were sitting. We pulled off the path and left the cart while we walked to the beach. 

I laid out my beach blanket and realized the next flaw in the plan. I had intended to put on my swim suit, but I had not intended to change in front of them. I sat down in my shirt and shorts facing out toward the ocean. The guys laid there out both on one side of me as we sat and watched the waves, with Mike closest and Jimmy was on the outside. 

We needed to wait a little as there were some people walking up the beach toward us. I have been to this beach when I was the only one and other times where there were maybe 10 other people. Besides the people approaching, it appeared like we were alone. 

We sat there talking and looking at the waves while we waited for the people to pass. The first beach walkers were a couple who looked to be in their '40s. They both had some pretty massive backpacks and hiking boots and looked like they were camping. They gave us a little wave and were on their way. 

The guy behind them was the only other person on the beach. From a distance, I could see he was black and wearing a colorful yellow long swimsuit. He was walking faster and we did not have long to wait. He was carrying a little duffle bag not unlike what I had carried. I guess he was in his early-20's, younger than Mike and Jimmy, but in far better shape and really nice looking. He was barefoot and without a shirt – his physique was striking, muscular without being bulky. 

He said hello and a casual, "How you doing?" 

Mike answered for us, "Great! What a beautiful day." 

He walked up to us and asked if we knew how far the beach went. Mike and Jimmy had never even been this far before during their visit, so it was left to me. I described what I knew - I had walked another mile and had not come to an end and that it was a beautiful walk. 

He sort of sheepishly asked if I knew if any part of it was for nude sunbathing. I told him that even where we were now sitting is commonly a nude beach and to my recollection, there were so few people on the rest of the beach that you could pretty much do what you want. He thanked me and was on his way.

After our visitor had reached the ridge and was out of sight, Mike looks over at Jimmy and says, "Let's get it over with."

He asked me if I was ready to collect my winnings for the third time. I told them again that no self respecting woman who made a fair bet would not want to collect, but they had been good sports and since I had already won twice that I would feel paid in full if they were uncomfortable. 

I think Jimmy by himself might have never gotten into such a situation, but would go along with whatever scheme Mike had come up with. Mike gave me the impression he liked the thought of stripping down in front of a woman. He stood about 5 feet away and quickly slipped out of his shorts. Since he had taken his shirt off earlier, Mike was now totally nude. The bet had been originally for the loser to flash, but Mike was comfortable standing there. 

I said, "You are certainly a man of your word. I hereby declare your bet is paid in full. Thank you." 

Jimmy still looked uncomfortable, but he followed Mike's example and stripped down quickly too. 

I said, "You guys are the best, I never had a better golf game." 

I told them, not exactly truthfully, that I had never played that well before and that I was feeling pretty lucky. 

Mike said he was going to rinse off in the ocean, and I actually had been thinking about that myself. However, I thought that I would wait until they left but now it looked like they were going to stick around awhile. I should repeat that I have been to nude beaches many times, from Florida and California, to Hawaii and various places in Europe. This included the kind of beaches where there were lots of people and conversely almost deserted. 

I have had many occasions where men would come up to me; sometimes they would be polite and other times rude and on the make. But I have never had any problems handling myself. 

I had gauged from being with Mike and Jimmy all day that they were not a threat, so I said in a joking way, "If I join you swimming, are you guys going to behave?" 

I did not really expect a reply, but to my surprise Jimmy was the one to answer that I was in safe hands. I peeled off my shirt and both guys seemed to be enjoying seeing my bare breasts again. I then stood up much like they had and unsnapped and then dropped my shorts. I was wearing a thong which I pulled off and kicked onto my blanket. That sounds much more casual than I really felt, because even though I have been to many nude beaches, I have always been nervous each time I first get nude. 

I started to walk down to the water but I did notice out of the corner of my eye that Mike seemed to have some difficulty in turning his body away nonchalantly because he had gotten an erection. I thought to myself "uh-oh" and that I should be careful. 

As I waded out to the ocean, both guys were right behind me. I think Mike wanted to get under the water as quickly as he could. It felt great to feel the ocean on my body. I did not have soap of course, but it did feel super to wash off after golfing. The waves were not too much here at the beach due to some breakers about 50 yards out, but the water level did rise and fall. I was out far enough so the water was near my shoulders and I flexed my knees enough to sort of compensate for the swells. 

When I would stand up a little, my breasts would become exposed and the cool water quickly made my nipples hard. I had plunged my head underwater so that my hair was completely wet and hanging from the back of my head. 

I said, "This feels fantastic, what a great day to be alive. It has been really nice to meet you two." 

We continued our conversation. I was out a little farther than the guys and we were all facing each other in a little triangle. When they would stand up a little and the swell was low, I could see that the water had done a good job on calming things down – the so-called "shrinkage factor". We were talking about various subjects and when I teased Mike about losing to a girl he splashed me and I retaliated with a good splash to his face. We were laughing like crazy in a little bit of a water war. 

While I was getting splashed by Jimmy, Mike had circled around to my side and he splashed me, a wave came and knocked me over. 

It was funny, and as I reemerged I said, "You rat, no fair." 

He had circled around even more by then though and the next thing I knew he had reached around my waist with both arms and lifted me high out of the water. My back was pressed hard against his chest, and then he dropped me back in. 

"OK, OK, you win. I think you have me by 100 pounds, so I think I will stay to kicking your butt at golf." 

He laughed and got behind me again. He did not lift me up but had a tight grip. His forearm was just under my breasts and the other was just a little lower, and in this position my butt was directly pressed against his front. 

We were both laughing, and Mike said, "You cannot be trusted to be released." 

"OK. I am ready to get out now. Jimmy, come over and give me a group hug so Mike will let me go." 

Mike laughed and said, "This girl is pretty clever." 

I let go of Mike's arms and held out my arms to Jimmy. He waded over quickly and Mike lowered his arms down to the sides of my hips while Jimmy pressed up against me. I wrapped my arms around Jimmy's back and rested my head on his chest. I felt Mike's dick get hard while it was pressed against my ass. The guys held the hug for a pretty good time. 

I said, "This actually feels great, but I think it is time to let go." 

The guys completely ignored that and hugged harder. I actually thought that was funny and I was laughing pretty hard. Mike obviously knew I could feel he had gotten hard in this position. I did not overreact or have a fit, so whatever he was thinking led him to reach up and squeeze my breasts before letting go completely. 

I said, "Hey, you agreed to behave." 

But I was not really mad and it probably came out as half-hearted. Nevertheless, I did start to head back to the beach with the guys right with me. 

I laid down first on my blanket face up. I think they were uncertain what to do next. My blanket by itself was big enough for two, but could not fit three. 

Jimmy said, "Do you have room for us?" 

I did have a smaller towel that I had rolled up for a head rest. 

"Yeah sure, I think we can all fit on." 

I handed the towel to Jimmy who spread it out next to my blanket and then used the shirts and other clothes to fill in some of the gaps. I slid over a little, and the guys were on each side of me. Both guys were lying on their stomachs, sort of resting up on their elbows. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sun's rays warming my skin. The guys were also quiet and I enjoyed the silence. 

Mike resumed some casual conversation about how nice the location was and he also said, "Sorry about copping a feel back there, I was just playing around and I hope you are not mad." 

I told him that I knew we were playing around, and that I had even started some of it my self, and that it was OK, but I thought it was nice of him to say that. 

Mike again pulls one of these buffoon style brain cramps that somehow is endearing when he says, "Well, since you are not mad I am glad I did it, you have great boobs. You know; now Jimmy is jealous, his wife has no boobs at all." 

Jimmy responds, "I think you are you out of your mind talking like that. Beth is not interested to hear your nonsense, and Cindy's boobs are fake!" 

We are all laughing and Mike says, "He is right Beth. My wife got implants a couple of years ago and Jimmy's wife is thinking about it." 

I replied, "I do not know what it is about men and boobs, you guys are all alike."

Jimmy says, "You are unbelievable. Beth, I apologize for both of us." 

I said, "It is OK, I don't mind Mikes 'directness'. I have gotten used to him during the day." 

Mike responds with, "I am sitting right here you two. Stop talking about me like I am not here." 

Everyone laughed and obviously everything was fine. I asked Jimmy how he thought about his wife getting implants and that if she wanted them, he should try to be supportive as I was sure she had her own reservations. He said that he was fine with it, but he was a little nervous what he had heard. Mike said his wife had gone from a B to a C cup, and that he loved them. Jimmy said that his wife is more like an A, and that she wanted to be a C cup also. I told both of them if I was born an A that I would have probably wanted implants too, but if I had been a B that I would not have, that they feel better natural. 

Mike asked how I knew that and I said that I have felt the difference between real and fake boobs, that I have been at strip clubs before and that how else I knew was none of their business which made everyone laugh. 

Mike then says, "I would trust her opinion, Beth's are definitely real." 

During all this discussion of my breasts, my nipples had hardened and I am sure both guys had noticed. It was clear Mike was just trying to remind Jimmy that he had felt my tits, and was just rubbing Jimmy's nose in it, so to speak. 

Jimmy said, "Mike may be a total asshole, but he is right that you have great boobs." 

I sat up on the blanket with my knees up to my chest. Jimmy had been lying on his stomach while we were talking about breasts, but Mike had lain on his side. Anyway, it was obvious he had developed a hard-on. I was wrong before, he was bigger than average, maybe about 7 inches and pretty thick. Not the biggest I have ever seen, but not the smallest either and nothing to complain about. 




Turtle Bay Golf Ch. 01



I got up and walked out to have another swim. It was hot and for that reason alone the ocean felt great. It was also useful to have a break and collect my thoughts. I had a lot of fun all day with the guys, but I was not looking for sex with married guys. It is just not my way to screw up someone's marriage; I have a lot of respect for the difficulties a couple has in trying to stay together. It felt good to have their attention all day – very flattering. We were all mutually at fault but I could have stopped things prior to that too. I decided to blame the beer – the coward's way out. 

I walked back toward the guys and asked, "You guys are not going to swim?" 

Mike boldly says, "Jimmy is embarrassed to turn over." 

That drew a dirty look from Jimmy as he rested on his elbows. I just chuckled but I really did not know how to respond. Mike still laid on his back. His dick was not the raging hard-on he had earlier, but he was still clearly aroused. 

It was a little awkward while I laid back down on the blanket, this time on my stomach, so I just said, "Don't worry about it, I won't look and I am sorry to have caused the problem. The day I no longer have that effect is when I will worry." 

Jimmy said, "You are really cool." 

I sensed when Jimmy flipped over to lie on his back; I could not tell if he had relaxed yet or not. Mike had rolled over on his side so that he was facing me. I was still lying on my stomach and while I was facing in Mike's direction, my head was resting on my arms and I could not really see anything. 

Jimmy was not as forward as Mike, but he did get the inspiration to ask whether I wanted sunscreen. It was still hot and the sun was high. I did not want to get burned so I thanked him and agreed. 

Jimmy never rubbed hard like a massage, just a very light touch as he covered my back. Mike and I had been talking while Jimmy had been doing my back. He said this had been the worst golf he had played in a long time, but it was the most enjoyable golf he had played in a long time. I got the compliment.

As Jimmy swirled his hand in circles he had moved lower on my back to the point he was touching the top of my butt. He was hesitant, I think checking for some reaction, but gradually continued his swirling motions so he was now rubbing sunscreen all over my butt. My head was laid flat on the blanket facing Mike as I was talking to him.

Finally I turned my head to face Jimmy. 

"How are you doing?" I said. 

Jimmy replied, as he was rubbing my butt, "I am having a good day." 

I had my glasses on so he could not tell exactly what I was looking at because they were dark enough, but he had been on his side during all of this and I could see that he was also hard. What surprised me now was the observation that while Jimmy had been somewhat larger than Mike before, he was also a grower and his dick looked to be really big. 

"I am going to flip over."

When I turned over, I did not lie down again but sat up facing the ocean with my knees up and my arms folded over my legs, thinking to calm things down again. I got a little better look at Jimmy's dick now and he must have been 9 inches long, and very hard. I sat looking at the ocean. Jimmy had remained lying on his side and I felt him start to touch the lower part of my back again. 

Mike sat up so that our heads were about even but he had his legs laying flat out, again seemingly happy to be showing the state of his hard dick. Jimmy was caressing my back. I was trying to think of what to do next when Mike stood up and walked a couple of yards in front of us and to the side. He raised his arms straight up and stretched himself out as if he were exercising. He turned his body to survey the coastline, first left and then right, the effect being when he was facing right his hard dick was standing straight out from his body. 

No one had really said anything for a while and Mike brushed a few grains of sand off his chest and stomach. He also brushed off his cock, as if to nonchalantly make sure I noticed how hard he was. 

I watched a large beautiful bird landing in the trees. When I turned back, Mike had continued his stretching, but was now a little closer. 

I faced out at the ocean. Mike turned his body again so he was facing me, still in front and to the side of the blanket a few feet away. He was enjoying showing off in front of me and it was obvious he was hoping for some signal on my part. 

I wanted to try and keep some control. I still had on my dark Ray-bans, so you could never really tell what I was looking at, but my head was still turned in Mike's direction. I think Mike was plotting his next move too because he did his stretch again but at the end he was pointing his dick essentially at my face, still a few feet away, but he was still keeping up the pretense that he was also just happening to be looking down the beach in that direction. 

I turned to look down at the beach again and Jimmy was lying on his back with his eyes closed. When I turned back, Mike had moved a little closer. I lifted my head to look up at him and I lowered my glasses to let him see my eyes. He just gave me a big smile. I looked over at Jimmy again. He was now watching us and his dick was beginning to stand up too. 

Mike had moved a little closer again. I turned my head a little farther and was essentially looking directly at his cock which was only a couple feet away from me. While I was looking at it, Mike moved a few inches closer. I had previously turned away to look at something else but this time I was looking right at him as Mike moved in again. This time his dick was less than a foot away. Only an idiot would be unable to figure out what he wanted.

I had reached my limit. I tilted my head to look up at him. Mike recognized an opening and moved still closer. I placed my lips on the head of his cock and then licked it. I opened my mouth and he thrust forward. I took his dick into my mouth now and started to suck slowly. Mike put his hand on the top of my head, but he did not pull my head toward him. 

I had taken quite a bit of Mike's hard cock by now. He was big enough that I could not ever hope to take all of it, but maybe I had 5 or 6 inches. 

He said, "Yeah Beth, suck my cock." 

Jimmy had obviously seen what was going on and started to squeeze and suck on my tits. I began to lick the end of Mike's cock and then started to lick down the shaft to suck on his balls. I had not used my hands at all as I was still balancing with them, but now I moved so that I was kneeling in front of him while I started to suck on him again. I was bobbing my head up and down. 

"Yeah baby, you like my cock don't you? You have wanted it all day, haven't you?" 

I looked up at him for a second, then took half of his cock in my mouth again and sucked hard. Then I pulled off, licked the end of his dick for a second and said, "Yes, all day." 

Jimmy was now behind me and had reached between my legs to rub my pussy. I was totally horny by then and my pussy was dripping wet. Jimmy stood up and came around and I took his giant cock in my hand - I could see he was a non-exaggerated 10 inches. 

I took Mike out of my mouth. He had tasted great. I feel the same way about men's cocks as they seem to feel about women's tits. I am not sure what it is about the simultaneous hardness and softness of the skin and the heat that makes me crazy. I stroked Mike now while I dove on Jimmy's massive cock. I had been gentle with Mike's cock, but I started sucking Jimmy with abandon. I thought he actually might cum right away, I could taste pre-cum on his cock the second I started sucking. 

Mike said, "Hold on for a second Beth, lift up." 

I thought he was ready to fuck me. I thought he was going to get under me so I could sit on his cock but instead he put his head underneath so he could eat me out. I will say this for him – Mike knows how to eat pussy. He was so good at it that I had trouble sucking Jimmy while I came closer to orgasm. He was sucking on my clit and I was groaning while I still was stroking and licking Jimmy's cock. 

Mike lifted me up and then repositioned himself. I felt the head of his cock rubbing around my pussy. I lowered my pussy so he could enter me and it felt absolutely wonderful. He went in deeper and deeper, but he did it really slowly. I felt him reach all the way in and he held his cock still for a minute. I clenched my pussy muscles in a throbbing manner to hold him in. Then Mike started to fuck me hard; I could feel his balls slamming into my pussy and I came really hard. 

They wanted to change positions. Jimmy walked around with that giant dick of his standing straight up. He went around behind me and started to put the head of his cock in my pussy while I faced away from him and Mike put his cock near my face. 

I needed to concentrate on Jimmy's monster cock first though as he slowly slid inside me. Mike had been about 7 inches and I felt filled with him, so when I got Jimmy's cock inside me about the same length and felt full again, I knew I had more cock coming. I felt ready to explode when he went in all the way and I was grinding my pussy against his balls. Now I was ready to suck Mike again, and I could taste his precum and also my pussy all over him. 

Jimmy was slamming into me now. They were both rock hard, and I could feel Mike getting close. Sure enough, he announced he was cumming. When he pulled out, Mike started stroking himself and shot a big load of cum right onto my mouth. He shot a second stream on my tits, and then I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck him. I could taste his salty cum and I could feel a little more come off into my mouth as he quickly got soft. 

Jimmy's cock was massive, and he teased me a little as he rubbed around my clit and entrance to my pussy. 

"Fuck me Jimmy." 

He started fucking me hard now too, while Mike groped my tits, rubbing his cum all over them while he did it. Jimmy was close too, but he held out for longer than I thought, fucking me fast and hard, sometimes pausing to move more slowly. I could feel him start to throb, and I clenched my pussy around his cock and he groaned. 

He pulled out and he shot out a long stream of cum all over my back and ass. He came more and more, it looked like he had been saving it up for a year. 

I sat up now and started to suck the last of his cum out of his now softening cock. I heard Mike behind me say, "That is so sexy."  

Mike brought his cock over too and I alternated sucking and licking them. I had both guys' cocks in my hand, and now that they were both exhausted, I stood up and we all went for a swim. Mike said they had to get back now before their wives returned and they both gave me a kiss and were on their way. Something about my jet lag, having played golf all day in the sun, and our impromptu sex session had made me completely tired all of the sudden and I lay back down on the blanket and took a little nap. I had a dream of Turtle Bay, but the reality of what had actually happened was better than anything I could have imagined. 

Continued......



Turtle Bay Golf Ch. 02



This is another true story and continues where Chapter 1 left off. I am normally conservative sexually, but sometimes when I travel there have been "adventures". This experience occurred about 6 months after my first submission – "Hilton Head Massage". I was playing golf on a Hawaii layover and some flashing on the golf course from betting was followed up by nude sunbathing with the guys I met golfing. After they left, I was joined by a charming black beachcomber. My writing starts out to reflect on my experiences, but I share the details in the hope others will also enjoy it. The writing style is not so much what would make up the best story, but rather what actually happened. Just a word of warning though, I am sure the buildup is too lengthy for some. So if you have low patience, this is perhaps not the best story. But at least, know this is the way it actually happened.

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What an amazing day! I had only arrived in Hawaii a few hours ago from Japan. I had driven up to the North Shore for some golf before heading to the beach and then driving up to Waikiki. I could have never imagined meeting Mike and Jimmy. I was probably a little jet-lagged, and combined with the beer and the joking around; maybe my judgment had been a little compromised. But the truth be told, I also have to admit I had grown to like the guys and I realized no one knew me there and that I would never see them again either. 

I also realized a gradual buildup of sexual tension had also contributed. First, a seemingly innocent bet on the golf game – financial only. Then had come a little more to make it interesting, just the loser having to flash. This had been followed by an almost embarrassing series of wins on my part which led to the guys being less inhibited than me, which had been further escalated by Mike getting obviously aroused. Then finally when I had lost one of the bets causing me to stand there topless in front of them, it occurred to me in hindsight this gradual sexual buildup had ended up being a series of small, trivial compromises which by themselves were no big deal rather than some deliberate conscious major decision to have sex.

Maybe by the time we went out to the beach and started swimming nude, I could have realized there was a good chance of losing control. Again honestly I have to admit I did not regret having sex with them. It was totally hot having them both at the same time, a totally unusual situation for me. I can still recall the details vividly of sucking one guy while being fucked by the other. I had a couple of strong orgasms and I had no trouble getting the guys off. After they left, I felt really tired and took a nap on the beach.

I dozed off for a short time. I heard voices approaching and I looked up to see the middle aged couple with the massive backpacks I thought were camping apparently heading back. I looked at my watch and guessed I had dozed off for no more than 20 minutes. The difference from when I had seen them before was that now I was alone and nude. I had been lying on my stomach, but I sat up now as they approached. I had my knees up and my arms wrapped around them. They could obviously see that I was not wearing anything, but I had some cover. 

The woman called out, "Don't worry about us; we were doing the same back there." 

I smiled and commented it was a beautiful day. Their path was fairly close to me. I leaned back on my elbows as they went by and the man was certainly making no attempt to conceal his gaze. They continued the slow walk back as he smiled at me. It was about 4:30 pm by then, but even my little nap had made me feel refreshed. I waited for the couple to get about 100 yards away and I went to have a swim. 

On a hot day like this, when you are used to snow, the heat will sap a lot of energy out of you. The ocean felt wonderful and I enjoyed the soft waves and emerged refreshed. I was no longer alone. 

As I got out onto the sand I noticed the black guy who had passed by earlier and asked questions about the beach was standing on the ridge. He was standing and watching, I had no idea how long he had been there. I squeezed the water out of my hair and walked back to my blanket and laid down. I was sitting with my knees up as when the couple had passed. He came walking toward me in a full sweat; obviously the hike had been considerable exertion. 

He said, "I apologize for staring. As I came over the hill and you were getting out of the water, you looked like something out of a magazine." 

I was glad to hear he had not been there very long and that he had the good sense to think about how it could have appeared. 

"No problem, it is not like this is a private beach or anything." 

He said he wanted to thank me for the info on the beach hike. He had seen the one couple with the backpacks and then another couple camping about a mile up, but no one else and it had been really magnificent scenery. He had seen some kind of beached baby whale which had apparently been attacked by something; maybe a shark and he had been nervous to go swimming because of it. 

I told him I thought every kind of sea animal is possible around here; I had seen whales and dolphins jumping, and while I had never seen a shark, it would not be surprising if there were lots of them. It was one of the reasons I swam here, because of the reefs. In fact, the water where we were standing was clear and not too deep, with rocks on both sides and out a ways as a breaker. 

The sweat was dripping off of him as he wiped his brow with his hand. I asked him if he would like some water, he looked like he was going to keel over. He asked if I had enough to spare, he had drank all his during the hike. I had brought two decent sized bottles and still had one left. 

I reached back into my duffle to pull out the full one, and I poured about half of mine into his bottle. He had been kneeling down while I had been filling his water, I think to rest. He readily accepted and drank about half of what I gave him right away. 

"Wow, I guess you were thirsty." 

"Thanks a lot, that hit the spot." 

He then continued, "I'm sorry to intrude on your privacy, but would you mind if I took a swim here to cool off. You are right about this beach being protected." 

Maybe it is silly on my part, but I have this attitude that I am good about reading people and I did not feel threatened by him. 

"I don't mind." 

He spread out his towel a few feet from mine. 

Then he looked over at me, "Do you mind if I lose the suit? I had been laying out nude myself a way's back. Or would you prefer I keep it on?" 

"No problem, whatever you like." 

Before he stripped down however, he came over and said, "By the way, my name is Jeff. Thanks again for the water and the advice before."

I introduced myself, "Nice to meet you." 

He then added, "Weren't you with people before, or was I having sunstroke?" 

I laughed and explained that I had been golfing, and they dropped me off before heading back to the hotel. Jeff had his back to me as he lowered his suit. He never looked at me as he walked down to the water and then dove in. I will say that his ass and legs were as muscular as what I had already seen of the rest of his body. 

While he was swimming, I had relaxed and laid back to rest on my elbows. He did not swim too long before walking back up to his towel. I had already seen that he had ripped abs, but it was also clear he was big like Jimmy had been. He was hanging totally limp, but must have been as long as Mike even in this state. 

"That felt fantastic! I feel a lot better now." 

I just nodded in acknowledgement. He took another drink and laid down on his stomach with his head facing me. We talked for awhile, the circumstances of how I was returning home and how I knew about this place, etc. I learned he was staying with friends about 30 minutes from Turtle Bay, but they were working today and he was looking to explore the North Shore. 

I finally needed to put on sunscreen. I did not mind getting a little bit toasted as I needed the color, but I had been out long enough including the time with Mike and Jimmy without sun block and I realized I had had enough. We had continued to talk while I put on the sunscreen, but there seemed to be a pause in the conversation while I applied it to my breasts. 

I laughed and said, "You don't look like you need any sun block." 

Jeff laughed, "Sometimes black people burn you know. But I think I am OK." 

His skin color was medium brown, definitely not dark black and also not the light, fair-skinned black. He somehow reminded me of a young Michael Jordan in his face, but his build was more muscular and he was about 6 feet tall. He said he was here for a couple of months, would maybe stay longer if he could find decent work. 

That led into what I do, and after some questions about the type of technology he said, "I would never have pegged you as a techie. When I imagine scientists, they don't look like you." 

I thanked him, but also told him that he had probably not seen too many female scientists anyway. 

I was ready for another cool off and I walked out for a quick dip. I waded in far enough and then kneeled down to wet my body and then walked back up to my blanket. Jeff had rolled over and was sitting up now; I guess he wanted to watch me. I laid down on my stomach facing Jeff. He asked if I wanted sunscreen on my back. 

I did not reply right away, but I said, "Thanks, but wait a minute for the sun to dry me off first." 

We were both silent, and Jeff was looking out at the surf. He looked over from time to time; I think to check on when I was ready. The fact was I needed the sunscreen anyway and I always hate putting it on my back myself anyway. 

Jeff came over and kneeled beside me. He squirted the sunscreen onto my back and then started rubbing it in. He did not try making it a massage, but he definitely took his time. 

He started with my shoulders and the back of my neck, and then gradually moved lower. He stopped at my lower back, I had wondered how bold he was going to be, and squirted more lotion onto my calves. He smoothed that in too, and then did the same thing to my thighs. The whole time he had been very respectful. 

"Beth, I didn't want to put the lotion on your butt without you saying so." 

"Thank you for asking, go ahead." 

He did not grope in any way, but his fingers felt good as he rubbed across my butt. After what had happened with Mike and Jimmy before, I was aware that I needed to be careful, because really I did not want anything to happen. However, I was still feeling the glow from my earlier episode and Jeff was really attractive. I was relieved when he finished up. 

I thanked him and then leaned up on my elbows while I had a drink. I noticed that Jeff was still hanging soft and I was glad – it meant he was not trying anything by offering to do my back, just being polite. 

Jeff went back and laid down on his back. He asked if the beach was always quiet like this and I told him no. I mentioned I had been here many times, usually at this time of the day after golf there were enough people on this part of the beach that I had moved quite a bit farther up over the ridge. I told him that I was not sure whether it was particular day of the week or whatever. 

He asked if I went to nude beaches often, and I told him usually only when I travel, maybe 3 -5 times a year. I said that it should be obvious by my lack of tan that it has been a while. He said I was getting some color today, and I replied that I had a long way to go in order to catch up. 

"Yeah, I think you have a little work ahead of you." 

I like teasing, especially when it is sarcastic. I said I was going to cool off and Jeff said that was a good idea. He walked beside me as we went down. This time I dove in to cool off and swam out a little bit. I floated for a minute. Jeff had waded in and the water was about mid-chest on him. The breakers stopped the big surf but there were some one foot waves that would bring you back in. 

Every once in a while, a bigger wave, maybe 3 feet or so, would come in and if you were not expecting it could be a surprise. I had been floating facing the beach when one like that came in. It had been absolutely unplanned, but a wave like that picked me up and I got carried right in toward Jeff. He could see me coming and I sort of crashed right into him, knocking us both over. 

He recovered first and was behind me. He lifted me up under my arms and one of his arms was around my waist with my back to his chest. Even though it was just a second, my butt was directly in contact with his groin area. 

"Whoa, sorry. Thank you." 

I had water all over my face as I had said that and felt klutzy. We were in relatively shallow water now, as I stood up I was in water to mid-thigh. Jeff let go as we both stood up, and he started to laugh, I thought at me. I splashed him while I laughed back. I had done a pretty clumsy thing, and I can take it. 

"OK, OK, I won't quit my day job. Thanks for my rescue; I hope I did not hurt you when I crashed in." 

"I am fine," he laughed. 

We walked back up and I laid down on my blanket. Jeff lifted up his towel and shook off the sand, and spread it back out so that his towel was right next to mine. He laid down on his back also, now a couple of feet from me. 

I said, "The water had felt great, but it is also wonderful to feel the sun dry you off too." 

He did not say anything in reply and I looked up at him. He had his eyes closed and was trying to relax. Previously when he was lying on his back, his dick had not been visible, sort of hanging between his legs. Now however, while he was not hard, it was laying on his thigh. He looked big even in this state, I could only imagine what he would be like aroused. 

I sat up and put my sunglasses on and took a drink of water, looking out at the ocean. 

I felt Jeff's hand on my lower back, "Sorry, it looks like your sun block came off during our little adventure out there." 

He was still lying down, but he had rolled onto his side. He had the lotion bottle in one hand and was squirting it into his hand and smoothing it in. 

"Thank you. Very thoughtful." 

He put the lotion on my back and then also rubbed the excess from his hand onto my side. He moved his hand up the side of my stomach and not very subtly on the side of my chest, near but not touching my breast. 

Jeff rolled over to lie on his stomach. As he rolled in my direction and our bodies were not touching but were now only a few inches apart. 

Jeff said that he was really glad to have met me; this was a lot of fun. I felt the same, and told him so. I felt his leg and mine had touched when he rolled over. He had some sand on his back, not just a couple of grains but a patch a few inches square where he must have laid when he was still wet. 

"Jeff, let me brush this sand off." 

It came off easily as I used my hand trying to move it to the side away from us. There were a few stragglers and I used my flat palm to move them away, again noting his pretty impressive muscles. 

We talked a little more like this; he asked what I was doing this evening. I was planning to watch the sunset here and then drive back to Waikiki for dinner and to check-in at my hotel. He offered to buy dinner if I wanted to eat in Hale'Iwa instead. 

I thanked him for the offer, but I was hoping to drink a little bit tonight – hopefully a nice red wine – and that I would never be able to make that long drive afterward. He was going into Waikiki tomorrow night with a bunch of his friends, but he could not come in tonight. 

I said that I would be flying out tomorrow evening, and I was planning to get a run in up to Diamondhead and maybe spend the day by the pool. He asked about my running, and I said that was my main exercise. He commented that he noticed my legs had good tone, my overall body too. 

I thanked him for that, and I said it looked like he worked out a lot. He said he got to the gym a couple or three times a week. I told him that is almost unbelievable – he looked great and I thought he was going to say he worked out every day. He was gracious in thanking me for the comment and admitted the couple times a week was enough to keep him fit but he had to put in a lot more effort at the beginning. 

I laid back down on my back and closed my eyes. We were quiet for a minute and then Jeff asked if he could have a little more of my water. 

I said, "Sure, let me get it." 

"No, no, don't worry, I can reach it." 

The water bottle was standing up in the sand at the top of my blanket over my shoulder away from him. My eyes were still closed, but I could feel his leg brush against my calf and I could tell he was shading my face as he leaned over to get the water. He was leaning back with the water when I felt something drop on my chest. 

"Geez, I am sorry Beth. The bottle was sweating and some sand fell off. I am so sorry, let me get it." 

I opened my eyes and lifted my head. 

"Don't worry, no big deal." 

I lifted my arm to brush it off, but Jeff was already in action. 

"C'mon Beth, I won't touch you, I am going to use my shirt." 

I laughed, "That was not the reason, OK, OK, go ahead." 

I should say that part of my hesitation was that some of the sand and water had gotten on my breast, the side away from Jeff. I have 34C natural breasts, but I should also mention that they are in no way the floppy kind you sometimes see. When some women with large breasts lie on their back like this, they separate and flatten. That is inevitable to some degree, but mine are still very firm and they rise over my chest. 

Jeff had gotten up on his hands and knees and used his t-shirt to brush away the sand. He got a lot that way, but I had on sun block and some was sticky. 

"Not as easy as I thought," he said. 

"I can always take another swim, don't worry." 

"I got most of it already, hold on." 

I had already closed my eyes again while he was trying to clean me off, but I could feel that he used his finger tip to move some away, but he was careful and only did that on my chest between my breasts. He then used his shirt again, and then used the side of his finger on the far side of my breast. 

All of this was pretty quick, but of course I could feel my nipples harden up. On a hot day like this in the sun, that is unusual for me. They had been hard getting out of the water, but that was only for a short time. This time, they were getting harder. I knew there was no way Jeff would not notice that. 

Jeff said, "Sorry for making the mess, but you are cleaned off now. You may need to put on some more sun block, I am afraid I wiped it off with my shirt, and that is not exactly where you want to burn. Let me get it for you." 

I replied, "Yeah thanks, I have been out a while now and I don't have your resistance." 

He laughed at that, "You don't need much, just a few spots between your breasts. If you want, I can get it without hitting pay dirt." 

"You are a funny guy; I don't think I have ever heard them called that before." 

Jeff said, "Beth, believe me. I meant no offense, your breasts look great." 

He took all that banter as a 'go ahead' which was not my intention, but I felt him squirt a little of the sunscreen right on my chest in between my boobs. He took two fingers to smooth it out, but he had used too much and he pulled the excess down to my upper stomach and then smoothed it out with his palm. He used his flat hand to smooth out the lotion on my chest too and touched just a little bit of my breasts. 

"No offense Jeff, but I think I had better do the rest." 

"Yeah sorry, I used a little much. If you want, I'll do it, but I understand completely if you would rather do it yourself." 

I was silent while I thought how to answer that. It would be a lie to say I did not realize what I was saying, but I had to admit the situation was somewhat of an opportunity and I said, "No, it's OK, go ahead." 




Turtle Bay Golf Ch. 02



He did not waste much time, he squirted some more on my chest in between, but with his flat hand spread it right over my left breast. I could feel my already hard nipples get harder. Jeff smoothed it out very quickly, and then did the same for my right breast. There is not much way to lotion up a women's breast without copping a little feel, and with each breast there was a small squeeze. 

He had finished up, and I said, "That whole water thing was a scheme to touch my breasts, huh Jeff." 

He laughed, "No, it really was an accident, but I don't mind if you don't, at least on the outcome." 

Jeff continued, "I forgot I was thirsty," and took a big drink from the bottle. He cleaned it off with his beach towel, and leaned over again and laid the bottle back on my blanket. He had been on his hands and knees during all of this. When I had glanced over from time to time, I noticed he had still not been aroused any time I saw. There are many people who confuse nude beaches as sexual invitations, and it seemed like he was just enjoying the sun and company as I had been. 

When he was kneeling this way, his dick looked really long as it hung down. When Jeff leaned over to put the bottle back, I felt the tip rub against my hip bone, and when he leaned back it kind of dragged a little. I had not seen that, but it was unmistakable. I mean, a very short duration, but definite. Jeff laid back down, this time laying on his back along side me. He was still close, but he had not laid so close that we were touching anymore. 

I like to stretch and change positions once in a while and I lifted up and leaned on my elbows. I surveyed the beach a little more; I guessed it would be sunset in maybe another hour and a half. 

"What a great day, it has been really nice to meet you. Very pleasant company." 

Jeff had his arms at his sides like me, but he raised his left arm near me and reached back and rubbed his hand on my upper arm where I was leaning. 

"The pleasure has been all mine Beth. It is not common to find a beautiful woman on a beach who does not have an attitude problem. You have added to the scenery, and you have added to the conversation. This is fantastic." 

I replied, "You are not bad scenery yourself Jeff, and your other comments too." 

I had been looking at his abs more than once during the day and that had been a part of my scenery comment. I also noticed his dick was no longer hanging between his legs – still at mostly rest, but lying on his leg again at an angle pointing away from me. He had still been touching my arm during this part of the conversation. 

Jeff lifted up and leaned back on his elbows too. 

"This is one beautiful beach, and the ocean, sand and sky are not bad either." 

I got the point, and playfully nudged my foot against his leg as a fake kick. I laid back down while I was smiling. Jeff turned over on his side facing me. He leaned his head on his left arm and ran the finger of his right hand on my forearm. 

"I hope you don't mind if I look once in a while. I have to admit that it has been a treat to check out a body as nice as yours." 

"Jeff, I think you are about 10 years younger than me."

I felt it but did not tell him I had also enjoyed looking from time to time and I certainly did not tell him I had also been looking at his dick. He moved his finger higher, now to my upper arm. I had kept my eyes closed and just enjoyed the light touch when I felt his hand move. His fingers were still touching my upper arm, but the way I was laying, I felt the back of his finger touching the side of my breast. 

It was not that he hadn't already touched them, but this was a different situation now. I had sworn to myself to keep control of the situation, especially with what had happened with Mike and Jimmy less than two hours ago. With them it had not been attraction so much as the strange situation. With Jeff, there was also an attraction that had to be fought. I remember thinking to myself, just what is the deal being drawn to these black guys. But I also realized my total 'black experience' had been once in my life, to a much older man. 

Maybe the first time on my breast could have been inadvertent, but after a couple of times more, I realized Jeff was still being gentle but had something in mind. He lifted his finger slightly so that instead of the back of his fingers as an afterthought on my breast, now he was touching the side of my breast with his fingertips directly. He moved his hand now, off of my breast but now he had his fingers flat on my stomach and made little caresses. 

Jeff stroked my stomach from the bottom of my breast down to the top of my hip. Jeff had widened his caress zone; he was including my lower abdomen, almost touching my pube region, but not quite. 

I was enjoying his touch, and I had not made any effort to stop him. He sensed this because he then reached over and squeezed my breast, this time without pretense. I responded by brushing his stomach with the back of my hand. My eyes were closed but when I did that I also inadvertently touched his dick with the side of my hand. It was only briefly and I removed it as soon as I sensed what I had done. The way he was laying, and his length, had moved it to a location where most guys would not have reached. I went back to the small area caress that I had been doing for a moment. 

Jeff then moved his hand up to my other side, rolled over further and leaned over to kiss me. His kiss was soft on my closed lips, surprisingly soft and gentle. We kissed and gradually our mouths opened where we had a fantastic, gentle but erotic kiss, deep but not aggressive. Just perfect. He rolled over to lie on his stomach and I had placed my entire arm under him so that my hand was around and holding his back. 

After a long time of kissing like this, Jeff lifted up and said, "You are fantastic." 

"I must be dreaming." 

He then leaned over and took my breast in his mouth, gently sucking while his hand stroked my thigh. His finger rubbed against the outside of my pussy where he could feel I was wet. 

I responded by touching his dick with my fingers, just lightly stroking him. His skin was so soft. I took his dick in my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

I pushed his shoulder back and rolled him over onto his back. I returned the same thing he did; I rolled over to lay my chest on his and kissed him. Our lips and tongues explored each other in a super long passionate kiss, and then after a while I reached down and rubbed his dick which was still long, but not hard yet. 

"Beth, I think I should tell you that sometimes I have a problem when I am nervous." 

I knew what he meant and I said, "Don't be nervous baby, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to. If we left now I would be a happy girl. That is probably what I should do anyway – I have been trying to be a good girl." 

He laughed, and pulled me toward him. We kissed again, softly and deeply. I continued to gently touch him, never aggressively. I did very lightly fingertip the end of his dick and balls. I could feel he was stirring. 

I stopped the kiss, told him "relax baby" and I kissed the top of his shoulder, and then alternated small kisses with little licks. I swirled my tongue around his nipples, and I licked more deeply as I moved down to his abs. I was licking some of the ripped muscles, slowly moving farther down. He had stirred enough that he was laying straight up pointing at his bellybutton. 

I was touching the inside of his thighs with my fingers and then finally I put little kisses onto the shaft of his cock. I moved to straddle his legs. I moved his legs apart and I kneeled in between. I licked his balls while I looked up to see Jeff watching me. 

I licked his shaft, moving up higher and higher with my tongue, which is long, touching his dick while I looked at him. I moved down again, but this time I leaned over so that my breast hung over his dick, and when the nipple was near his balls I moved up, dragging my breast over him. Jeff was ready now, and I picked up his dick in my hand and took the head in my mouth and sucked gently.

There was no way for Jeff to know, but one of my favorite sexual activities is to feel a man get hard in my mouth. I could feel that begin with Jeff. I looked up at him again while I sucked, he was sometimes lying back with his eyes closed and other times he was watching intently. I could feel him getting harder and thicker. The real benefit also to getting him hard in my mouth was that initially I could take a huge amount of him deeply in my mouth, which I knew later would be impossible. I licked the end of his hardening dick, and when I released it for a second so that I could suck on what turned out to be massive balls, his dick flopped down hard on his stomach. 

I looked back at Jeff and said, "I see that you are not nervous anymore." 

I went back to sucking his now big cock. He was about the same size as Jimmy, who I thought was about 9 or 10 inches. I know people always wonder how all the guys in these stories are big. I don't know about that other than most are obviously fiction. Maybe that we were on a nude beach and I could see he was big contributed to this action. I don't know other than apparently my luck was good that day! What was really remarkable was how thick around he was. I could not get more than about 3 inches in my mouth and even that much was only with my mouth stretched really far. I stroked him in my hand while I was sucking on the end. 

Jeff had begun to reach over and touch my thighs and ass with his hand while I was sucking him and eventually I felt his fingers find my pussy. He had discovered how wet I was with his fingers and then gave a pressure on my ass to move closer to him. When I shifted closer to give him a better access he used both hands to lift me up and I realized he want me to straddle him in a 69 position. He immediately dove his mouth into my pussy and his tongue probed deep in my pussy and lapped against my clit. This felt really great and although I paused for a moment while I enjoyed his tongue, I went back to sucking his dick. He had become rock hard and it was difficult to suck on him very deeply. But I didn't mind trying as he had a good skill on eating me out. The built up sexual tension had left me already close to orgasm. 

We both paused licking each other and I climbed off. I sat up and Jeff grabbed my breasts, one in each hand. He then sat up and kissed me, and then rolling me over while his chest leaned over me. While we were kissing, he reached down and rubbed my pussy, eventually inserting a finger deep inside me. He then repositioned his legs so that his dick was right over my pussy. 

I looked up and told him, "Go slowly, you are really big." 

He kissed me again and said, "Don't worry."

Then he put the head of his big cock between my pussy lips and pushed just a little so that the head was just sliding in. I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate him. It was never painful, really quite the opposite. Jeff stopped for a moment with about an inch inside. I was glad he was going slow as he promised he would, but I was glad to experience the feeling of such a big cock entering me. 

He looked into my eyes after the pause, "Are you OK?" 

I smiled at him and reached down to grip his hips to pull him toward me. Jeff got the hint and started pushing in farther and I could feel his cock stretching me more and more. With about 4 inches inside me, he pulled out so that only the head was inside me and then pushed back in, this time maybe 6 inches total and I groaned. He paused again, and then pushed in a little farther. 

When I caught my breath again Jeff started to push again. Now I had stretched enough to take him and the added length was not so bad. He pulled back just a little and then slowly in again. I felt so full, but finally I felt him enter me all the way. I squeezed his ass in my hands and enjoyed the feeling of his cock fill me. Jeff held this for a moment – I could feel his rock hard cock – and then pulled out almost all the way before plunging back inside me.

Jeff then started fucking me, using slow strokes. He started stroking faster and I had a powerful orgasm. He recognized when I was cumming and held still while I relaxed. Then he started pumping me faster and I could feel his balls slap against me.  

"You like my cock, don't you," he asked. 

I could not really talk so I just moaned, "Oh my god Jeff." 

He pulled out completely and turned me over, lifting my ass in the air while he stuck his cock in me from behind. He was kneeling on his left knee which was even with my hips. His right leg was in front of my pussy with his knee in the air and he started pumping me again. It would not seem possible, but it felt like this position went in even deeper. 

His balls were really slapping against me with each thrust. His cock had stayed rock hard the entire time he was fucking me. He continued to fuck me like this for a while, sometimes slow and sometimes faster. I loved when he grabbed my ass and pulled me back while he shoved his hips against me. I also loved it when he reached under and grabbed my tits and squeezed. 

He pulled out and I leaned over to take his cock in my mouth. I loved the taste of my pussy on his dick. This time I pushed him back and moved over to straddle him. He had stretched me out by now and I slid down on his huge cock all at once. I ground my pussy onto him and he reached up and squeezed my tits. I started to slide up and down on his cock, and I could control the angle well enough that he rubbed against my clit. I was almost ready to cum again. We developed a great rhythm – we were like two sexual athletes who were enjoying each others bodies. 

While his cock was jammed all the way in my pussy, he rolled me on my back with him on top. I wrapped my legs around his back and held him deep inside me. 

I laughed and said, "Is there a problem?" 

"I can't fuck you unless you let me go." 

"I definitely want you to fuck me," I smiled and unwrapped my legs. 

Jeff started fucking me harder now and I could feel that he was getting closer. Something about the thought that he was getting ready to cum pushed me too and I felt another orgasm coming, "Oh Jeff, you are making me cum, fuck me, fuck me" I groaned and came again almost immediately. 

That did it for Jeff too; he pulled out and ground his cock against my mound. He moved up higher on my body and I held my tits together while he fucked them. My tits wrapped around and covered him. With each thrust, the head of his cock came up to my mouth and I licked the tip. I could feel him tense up and he shot a large stream of his cum onto my chin. I squeezed my tits together harder, and he shot another load into my open mouth, and then he moved up farther and I took him into my mouth for another smaller load. 

He had continued to thrust up and down – he seemed to like fucking my mouth. I liked the taste of his cum and when he started to slow down I began to suck on his dick. How could he know that I wanted to feel him get soft in my mouth? It happened after a few minutes, but it was one of the most pleasurable experiences of my life to be able to suck more and more of him in my mouth as he got softer. He rolled off me eventually and collapsed. I rolled over to lay on him with my head lying on his chest and his arms wrapped around me. 

We stayed this way for a while. We had both gotten very sweaty and we headed out to the ocean for a swim. While we were out there splashing, Jeff took me in his arms and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs and arms around him while we kissed again. A nice long passionate kiss. 

Jeff then told me that a couple was coming up the beach and he thought we should head back. 

"Not yet baby" and I kissed him again. 

Jeff put his muscles to good use; he lifted me up with one arm under my legs and his other arm under my back. I had my arms around his neck while he carried me back laughing. The couple looked to be your average mid-40s, what looked to be typical Midwesterners. They had on shorts and golf shirts and frankly looked a little shocked to see us – an interracial nude couple coming out of the water. They looked embarrassed to see us, but continued walking. 

The man said hello as Jeff let me down to walk. We were all wet now and we both said "hi" at the same time. 

They continued walking without saying anything else and Jeff said, "You did that deliberately to embarrass them." 

I replied not at all, "I am enjoying being with you. I am also enjoying our little exhibition. They just happened to be in the way." 

He laughed at that, "I have enjoyed all of that too." 

It was getting close to sunset - there is nothing like watching a sunset on the ocean – and we sat side by side on the blanket while the sun sank lower. Jeff had his arm around my shoulder while we sat. I was sitting up with my arms wrapped around my knees. 

We didn't talk much while we enjoyed the sun setting. 

Jeff said, "That was fantastic." 

I replied, "I know. I am glad you got over your nervousness." 

He just laughed and said, "Me too, but I had a little help." 

I saw that his dick hanging there, but not exactly soft anymore. He must have been thinking about what we had just done. We still sat there with his arm around me, and I reached down and stroked his dick with my fingertips. 

"You are a fantastic lover Jeff and you have the best dick I have ever seen." 

"Oh, do you like my cock because it is big or because it is black?" 

I could feel him getting harder again and I said, "I like it because it is huge, and I like it because it is black, but I love it because it is big AND black." 

Both times I had now been with a black man had been absolutely fantastic I thought to myself, but I had really not been able to say why it had been so great. He was hard again now, and I leaned over to suck him some more. 

The sun would only be there for another few minutes, but Jeff lay back on the blanket while I sucked him as deeply as I could and held it in. I had a moment of inspiration while the sun was setting and climbed up facing away from Jeff to face to the sun. I slowly lowered my pussy onto his again hard cock. My pussy had slipped down more easily than last time as I lowered onto him, but I still felt ecstatic. 

I squeezed onto my own tits and started to slide up and down while Jeff held on and lifted my ass up and down. I looked back at Jeff and said, "I have never watched a sunset like this before." 

He did not respond and I turned back again to see his eyes closed and just concentrating on our fucking. I looked around and saw the same couple who passed us a while back walking up the beach had turned around and had already passed over the ridge walking toward us. They were now only about 25 feet away and they had obviously seen what we were doing. 

They could have avoided us by going up to the trail closer to the golf course but instead they just kept getting closer. Jeff and I were fucking perhaps 20 feet from the shoreline and they continued coming closer. I did not want to stop fucking Jeff and it was too late anyway; if I rolled off they would still have seen we had been fucking. I thought to myself I did not know these people, and they could have walked another way once they discovered us but did not. Then I started to be turned on by the thought of them watching us. They were intently staring and walking very slowly now. 

My blond hair had dried in the breeze but certainly was a mess. My tits had been bouncing while I bobbed up and down on Jeff's cock. The were essentially standing in front of us now and I had gotten more aroused with them looking, as if sitting on a big, thick cock wasn't arousing enough. The women had never said anything as they saw us in the first place and they were both quiet now. I lifted up high enough so they could see just how big Jeff's cock really was. I lifted up where only the tip of his cock was inside me. I was staring right at them as I lowered my pussy back down slowly. The woman was obviously turned on. 




Turtle Bay Golf Ch. 02



I looked back at Jeff and he said, "You didn't tell me we had an audience." 

I said back softly so they couldn't hear, "Let them watch, maybe it is the biggest thrill they have had in a while. When I get off of you, stand up." 

I rolled off and Jeff stood up. I grabbed his cock in my hand and looked over at the couple as I took him into my mouth again. I licked the entire shaft and then started sucking him deeply. I could taste my pussy on him. I squeezed his ass in my hands as I sucked him. 

I said before the couple looked to be in their mid-40s. Both had dark hair and were dressed in the same hokey matching outfits; blue t-shirts and navy shorts. Not that they were badly dressed, but the matching outfits was not a good look. He looked to be a little overweight and she looked to have a wide butt and not too much boobs. She did not look overweight; I guess she probably had had kids. They weren't bad looking, just not models.

While I sucked on Jeff's cock with strangers watching me, I was thrilled. I love sex, but I have always been conservative, both in the style of men and the situations. Today I had fucked two guys I had just met on the golf course, followed by fucking a black guy who I met on the beach after the first two left. I felt like a complete slut now as I was sucking on this big black dick in front of an audience. Rather than be embarrassed though, I sucked him as deep as I could. I could feel the head of his cock at the back of my throat. 

I looked over again and the women had her hand on her husband's crotch while he was squeezing her tit. I grabbed Jeff in my hand again and licked the head of his dick. Jeff lifted me up now and gave me a passionate long kiss. 

I got down on my knees again while Jeff entered me from the rear again. We were angled toward them so they could see his cock going in and out of my pussy. I looked over at the couple now and they were walking closer toward us. I think it had started to get dark enough they wanted to see better. 

"It is OK, you can watch." 

They stood there watching and the woman took his dick out of his pants through his fly. He was hard, but not that big, I guess I should say he was a normal guy but at the present time I had a giant inside me. Jeff had started to fuck me harder again and I was simply in ecstasy. 

I turned my head to look at them – they were both staring at us while she was just stroking his dick. I did wonder why she did not suck him or why they did not strip down, but it really didn't matter. 

"Fuck me Jeff." 

I continued to look at our audience, who were pretty close now. 

Jeff said, "Let me see your tits." 

She nodded her head no, "Please, we just want to watch." 

Jeff just kept fucking me; the woman dropped her husband's shorts all the way off now. I was right, he looked to be about 6 inches long and she was just slowly stroking it in her hand. She seemed to be pulling him toward us by his dick, and while I was being fucked by Jeff, it was erotic to see them standing so close watching. 

I started cumming again, Jeff's cock felt like a metal rod pumping in and out of me. I was panting and it looked like the man was getting close to cumming while she stroked him off. I looked right at him and he came over and stood close enough that I could suck him. She continued to stroke him and it was clear that they both hoped I would suck him off. Jeff pulled out and started coming all over my ass and back, and almost the second I moved my head toward the man, he started cumming. I never sucked him, but apparently the thought I might have was good enough for him. 

The man shot a big stream of cum toward me which landed on the sand. His wife continued to stroke him and he shot again, almost hitting me but not quite. I moved over now to kneel in front of Jeff; I stroked him with my hand and took the end of his still hard dick in my mouth. His cum tasted good and like before, I could feel him quickly softening in my mouth. I looked over at the couple who were still intently watching us. 

It looked like he was hoping I would finish sucking him off as I had Jeff, but I made no move to them and I was not interested that way. I had Jeff's cock in my hand and it almost looked as the woman wanted to suck Jeff, but she seemed to waver as if she wasn't sure. Jeff lifted me up and we kissed, almost as if we were just ignoring the other couple. 

When I turned to them again, he was putting on his shorts. He said, "That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. Thank you."

Jeff said to them, "You should have joined in instead of just watching." 

The woman appeared quite embarrassed, but the man said, "We have talked about something like this before, but when the time came, we chickened out. What we did was pretty shocking for us."

I laughed, "What we did was pretty shocking for me too."

They said they needed to head back and started on their way. It was getting dark quickly now so Jeff and I both went into the water quickly to clean up and then we started packing up our stuff and getting dressed. I put my panty and shorts on. As I was about to put on my top, Jeff sort of held my arm and said, "Why don't you leave that off as we walk back?"

"You are not finished yet?" I laughed.

"Well, I just wanted to enjoy the view a little longer."

I leaned up to kiss him, "OK, but I will need to put it back on when we get close to the hotel."

We started our walk back, talking and sometimes he would pull me over for a kiss. We were not walking very fast I thought, but eventually we caught up with the couple who had watched us. They turned around and smiled when they heard us coming. 

They must have been talking about the experience the whole way, because obviously they had become a little less inhibited when the man said, "I forgot to say 'nice tits' before." 

We all laughed and Jeff said, "Do you want to touch them? They are natural you know." 

I looked up at Jeff incredulously as he made that offer, but he was laughing and was not serious. 

"You had better not be offering me up Mister!" 

The man asked, "Could I?" while he looked at his wife. 

She said, "If she will let you." I realized we had never gotten their names. 

This was getting weird, so I said "Quickly, we need to go." I did not want to have this lead to anything more.

Jeff was smiling as he grabbed both of my breasts in his hand and squeezed. 

"Oh man, fantastic."

I did not let that go on long. "OK, time to put them away now." I slipped over my t-shirt as we were getting close to the hotel anyway. 

We got closer to the parking lot and split ways with the couple. "Have a great vacation!"

"You too."

Jeff walked me to my car where we kissed a little more. He tried to persuade me to join him at his friend's house, but I honestly replied that I was exhausted and I needed to make the long drive to Waikiki. I think he was disappointed, but we exchanged e-mails and we parted with a gentle kiss. 

Hawaii is often referred to as a paradise, but until that day, I don't think I fully appreciated why.