29 comments/ 497541 views/ 52 favorites A Beach Story By: SallyJam My wife and I recently got back from a holiday in the Bahamas, and since we returned our relationship has changed drastically. She ignores everything I say, openly flirts with other men in front of me and sometimes stays out all night without letting me know where she is. We have been married for five years, and although at twenty-five, Sally is seven years younger than me, we have always got on brilliantly. When I started seeing her I couldn't believe my luck. She is not stunningly beautiful, but has an amazing body and a really fun personality. I used to try to encourage her to show off her body more, but she always used to say that it was for my eyes only. Sometimes it's better that you don't get what you wish for. It all began on the last day of the holiday. We had gone to a fabulous beach on the other side of the island from our hotel. We had been sunning ourselves for the last two weeks, so we were both well tanned. As we were lying on the beach Sally turned to me and said, "You know, my tan lines are really going to show up." It amazed me the way she wore the skimpiest bikini imaginable, which left nothing to the imagination, but wouldn't take her top off to even out her tan. "I know. I don't see why you don't go topless. Everyone else here is," I said, pointing towards the many breasts on display. "Well. I don't know. Maybe I need a bit of Dutch courage." "Well. I fancy a beer. Shall I walk to that store and get some?" "Okay, then. I'll wait here for you." It might not seem like anything unusual. Going topless on a beach, but I was getting quite turned on at the thought of other men seeing her lovely breasts. It would have been a bit of a pain, going to the store, it was more than half an hour walk to get there, but luckily I found a man near the sidewalk, selling beers from a cooler he had. They were well over priced but a good timesaver. I bought six beers from him and made my way back to where Sally was lying down. As I approached her from behind I saw that a couple of men were talking with her. They were both in their early twenties and had Australian accents. Sally was still lying on her belly as she turned her head to listen to them, so they had a good view of her firm ass cheeks, barely covered by the thong. Knowing this excited me and I stepped further back so they couldn't see me. I could only catch bits and pieces of their conversation, but it seemed that they were selling some revolutionary kind of sun-tan oil, and offered her a sample. I heard her say "okay" and expected her to take it and for them to leave. This wasn't part of their sales technique however. As soon as she said yes, they both dropped to their knees either side of her and began applying the lotion up and down her body. It was obviously a con-trick for them to feel up women who were alone on the beach, and I was about to step in to stop them. I then noticed that Sally seemed to be enjoying the feeling of both these guys caressing her. I watched as my normally prim and proper wife spread her legs apart, so two men could rub oil into the insides of her thighs. The blond one of the two guys suddenly undid Sally's bikini bra straps. I expected her to protest, but she said nothing as he smoothed the oil into her back. Her breasts are very large and were clearly visible from the sides, especially as she lifted her head and rested on her two elbows. I am sure I could hear her moan, as their hands strayed towards her tits and began to gently caress them. This was too much for me. I was turned on, I admit it, but I never expected anything like this. I liked the idea of men looking at my wife's tits and wanting to fuck her, but I never wanted anyone to actually touch her. I heard the dark haired one say to her "turn around", and I knew I had better do something quickly. I deliberately made a lot of noise as I came towards them. I could faintly hear Sally whisper "it's my husband" and they stood up sharp. They were almost standing at attention as I came up to them. "I've got the beers," I said. "Great," said Sally. She was obviously flustered, but trying to hide it. She fiddled with her bra strap and tied it back on, ignoring my pointed looks. "This is Ivan and Jamie. They're from Australia. Guys, this is my husband, Tom." We each said hello to each other, although I wanted to hit them. "They're selling this new kind of sun-tan oil. It's highly protective and good for the environment." I knew Sally was into Green issues, but I didn't see how this was relevant. "They let me try before I buy, like. So could you buy a bottle for me." "Sorry, I spent all the change I had on the beers, " I said. I wasn't going to pay them for feeling up my wife. "Well. You can at least give them each a beer." Despite my better judgement I did as she asked. It was the last day of what had been a great holiday, and I didn't want to spoil things. What I didn't expect was that they would open the beer cans there and then and sit down beside us drinking them. "Shouldn't you be trying to sell more of that stuff?" I asked Ivan, the blond one. "Nah, mate. We always finish around this time. Don't want to get worn out for the evening, you know what I mean?" So, for the next fifteen minutes I sat down, while the two guys drank my beer and chatted up my wife. They were making her laugh a lot, but I figured that was partly down to the beer. She's not used to drinking in the afternoon. All through this time she practically ignored me and gave all her attention to the two younger guys. We had all just about finished the beers when suddenly my wife sat up straight, like she was about to make an announcement. "My husband's been telling me for ages that I should sunbathe topless, and I said today I would as soon as I had a beer, so..." Without another word, she put her hands behind her back, untied the bra and pulled it away from her, showing all of us her luscious firm tits. This was what I had been wanting all day, but I never expected her to be so blatant about it. Ivan and Jamie were obviously enjoying the sight. Both their shorts were covering a prominent bulge, as was mine at this point. Her nipples began to harden under their lustful gaze, and I could not imagine what she would do next. I was half expecting her to pull off her thong and ask them to fuck her there and then. To my surprise she suddenly said, "that beer's gone straight to my head. I think I'll take a nap," and with that she closed her eyes and lay down on her back, her lovely tits still exposed to us all. I thought the two guys would take this as a hint to leave, but instead Jamie said to Ivan, "it look like her tits have never seen daylight before. We'd better put some of our oil on them." I snatched the bottle from his hands, saying "I can manage that, thanks." "What? Oh, sure. No worries, mate. I guess we'd better leave now anyway. See you later." "Yeah, right, " I said. Not if I see you first, I thought. As they left, I faced Sally, who actually seemed to be asleep already. I gently massaged the oil into her tits, while she moaned softly and wriggled around a little. Now the two guys had gone, part of me wished I had let them do it while I watched. Imagining the sight had my cock hard instantly. I wanted to fuck her right away, I wanted them to fuck her , but it was too late. I whispered her name a few times but she ignored me so I lay down beside her and thought about what had just happened. I must have dozed off myself at some point and when I woke up I found myself surrounded by half a dozen people. Jamie and Ivan were back, with two girls and another guy, and they were all talking with Sally, and drinking beers. "Hey, sleepy head. Ivan and Jamie brought us some more beers to share and some food as well. These are friends of theirs." Sally began introducing me to all of them but I wasn't really listening. My head was feeling a bit cloudy still from the nap I'd just had. I was a bit disappointed to see that my wife was now wearing her top again, although both of the girls in the group were topless. I wasn't happy about the whole situation at first, but these people, a lot younger than me, were a lot of fun. Sally was obviously enjoying herself and I began to as well. The girl next to me, who was called Jenny, was about twenty years old, very slim with small breasts, but still pretty sexy for all that. I found myself flirting with her a little, especially when I noticed how all the guys were complimenting my wife on her looks. I wasn't seriously interested in the girl, but I guess there was a bit of pride at stake. It felt good that this young woman seemed to find me attractive. They had a plentiful supply of beers, and we were all pretty much the worse for wear by the time it was getting dark. Then, one of the guys, whose parents rented a beach house a few miles away suggested we all go back there for a party. I could tell Sally really wanted to go and I was in a good mood myself at this point so I agreed. Sally wrapped a sarong around her waist and I put on my T-shirt. These were the only other items of clothing we had, but the evenings there were always very warm, so it wasn't a problem. The seven of us walked to where they had their two vehicles parked. Sally and myself had come by taxi. Unfortunately, one of the girls, Sam, had a sports car which only seated two people, and Jenny got in beside her. The other vehicle was a jeep, owned by the guy with the beach house. "Shall Tom and I sit in the back?" Sally asked. There was one long seat in the jeep, which could fit three people and then an open trailer at the back, which didn't look too safe. "Well. It's okay at the back if you hang on tight. But we can squeeze four in the front anyway." "And who gets to sit in the back? " I asked. "Well, " Ivan said. "I don't think the lady should have to do that. So it'll have to be one of the rest of us. Neil, have you still got a pack of cards in the jeep?" Well he did have and we cut cards to see who lost and it was me. I thought they had cheated but couldn't really say anything. Neil, the driver got in the jeep, followed by Ivan. Then I saw as Jamie helped Sally get in, his hand grabbing her ass at the same time. I was beginning to lose my good mood of earlier, and didn't like the idea of my wife up front with the three guys. Jamie then got in and squeezed beside Sally. "Hey Tom, " said Ivan. "You better get on board, else we'll have to leave you here." I quickly jumped in the back and hung on near the front so I was beside the window. I could see into the front seat, where there was a very tight squeeze and they didn't look too comfortable. Suddenly the jeep lurched forward and I fell backwards. For some reason Neil was driving very fast. He was a little drunk and I started to worry. It took me a while to get back into position beside the window. In just those few moments they had changed position and now Sally was sitting on Ivan's lap, in the middle of the seat. I guessed it was more comfortable for all of them that way, but I didn't like knowing that Sally was sitting on some guy's lap wearing only a thin sarong and a tiny thong. She would have had to be able to feel his cock through the material. The roads were pretty bumpy as we travelled along and Sally began to bounce up and down. She was giggling, but I was imagining that Ivan must have been getting even more pleasure out of this ride. I looked closer and could see Jamie place his hand on one of her bare legs. The sarong had risen up high on her thighs. Then I saw Neil put his free hand on her other leg. I thought this was to steady her, but as we kept driving along she was still bouncing up and down on Ivan's lap. I watched as Ivan's hands went in front of him and seemed to be about to untie Sally's bikini top, when the jeep suddenly turned a corner, and I was thrown back. We were travelling fast through an open stretch of road and it took a few minutes for me to make my way towards the window. Just as I was nearly there, I was suddenly blinded when something flew out of the window and wrapped itself around my face. Again I was thrown back, as I struggled to get the thing off me. As I regained my balance I realised that it was her sarong that had come out of the front of the jeep. I was well away from the window but could see Sally, still bouncing up and down, and now she must have been practically naked. Her back seemed to be bare, so Ivan must have taken off her bikini top. For all I knew, maybe they had ripped off her thong as well. I couldn't see what the guys were doing, but I imagined their hands all over her, playing with her tits, stroking her legs. Maybe, by now Ivan had his cock out and she was actually fucking him, riding his cock as the movement of the jeep motioned her up and down, while he was inside her. I could see all this with my mind's eye as I tried to get closer to really see what was going on. Suddenly the jeep braked hard and I was knocked back to the floor again. When I got up I saw we were now parked. I stayed on my feet until I saw Neil and Jamie get out from each side. "What the hell's going on?" I shouted at them. "Were you trying to kill me?" "Sorry, man. I just love driving fast." I then saw Sally and Ivan get out of the jeep. Sally was still wearing her bikini, and I couldn't be sure if she had just put it on, or whether she had kept it on throughout and it was just my imagination. I looked daggers at her and asked, "What the hell happened to the sarong?" "Did you catch it? It came loose and then flew out the window as we turned a corner. " "No, I didn't catch it." "Oh, you idiot. Now I'll have to stay like this the rest of the night," she said, turning around to show me her thong clad behind. I couldn't believe what she was saying. So, it was all my fault now. "Come on guys, let's get a drink. I think we all need one after that journey," said Ivan, and I'm sure he was smirking. Now I was in two minds about everything. I didn't know exactly what had gone on in the front seat. I didn't like the idea of these guys thinking they were getting away with something, but I also felt really horny at the thought of what they might have done. I was slightly pissed off about the situation, but the fact remained that we were stuck God knows where. I decided that we should hang around for a while then I'd call a taxi to take us back to the hotel. When Neil started offering us some drinks I opted for whiskey. Sally suggested I drank something else. It's never a good idea for me to drink spirits. I tend to get really drunk, have blackouts, etc. but at this stage I needed something stronger than beer. We all sat around on the balcony looking on to the beach, waiting for Jenny and Sam to turn up. Every now and then Sally would find some excuse for standing up and walking around, giving everyone a look at her ass. As I relaxed with the glass of whiskey I thought about what I'd seen in the jeep and at the beach and it was obvious that she was really enjoying turning them on. The question was, how far would she go? After a while we heard the noise of a car horn outside. The three guys went out to investigate, guessing it was Jenny and Sam. As we were left alone, my wife spoke directly to me for the first time since we'd got there. "Nothing went on in the jeep you know, Tom." "No?" "I suppose you think I let them take liberties with me." "And you're saying nothing happened at all?" "Well, you know, they tried to get a bit saucy, but I wouldn't let them." "And what about the sarong?" "That was an accident. I think they were a bit disappointed I didn't let them do anything. Jamie called me a pricktease. Don't look so worried. He was only joking." "That's some joke." "Hey, Sam's his girlfriend, and she'll be here in a minute anyway, so he'll be wanting to get into her panties, not mine." "I hope so," I said, although I was really excited by what she said. I couldn't work out whether she was telling the truth about not letting them do anything, but what was definite was that they would do given the chance. When the two girls came in, Neil put on some music, and they began dancing in the front room. I've never been much of a dancer, so I sat on the sofa in front of them and watched while I drank my whiskey. The two girls were now wearing little summer dresses which they must have had in their car. While they danced I often saw their panties, but while I enjoyed this, it was even better watching my wife dance around in a tiny bikini. After an hour or so of energetic dancing, Neil put on some slower music, and instead of dancing as a group, they now paired off into couples. Ivan danced with Jenny, Jamie with Sam, leaving Neil with Sally. By this time I was pretty much in a drunken stupor, but I soon snapped out of my alcoholic daze when I saw Neil reach around and cup my wife's buttocks in his hand. Sally gently raised his hands up around her waist, but he quickly dropped them back again. I saw Sally turn her head towards me, and for some reason I pretended to be asleep. Through slitted eyes I watched as she tried to control his wandering hands. At one point she held both his hands tightly at her waist so he couldn't move them down further. This worked for a while until Jamie reached out his hand from against Sam's back and pushed it up between Sally's legs. She immediately took her hands from Neil's and tried to force away Jamie's probing fingers. This meant that Neil could reach around and grab her ass once more. All the time this was going on, her main concern seemed to be whether I could see anything or not. I began to pretend to snore a little to make it obvious I was asleep, and after that Sally stopped trying to push the guys' hands away. It didn't take long for Sam to see what Jamie was doing and she stormed out of the house. Jamie ran after her, followed by Jenny. "Hey, Jenny, we're you going?" asked Ivan. "If she's leaving, I've got to go too." Ivan followed after her, leaving Neil and Sally alone. His arms were still around her, but now he took his hands from her ass and untied her bikini top. "Hey. What do you think you're doing? My husband's right there." "He's out for the count, baby. Come on. I've already seen your tits on the way here, but you only let Ivan get a really good feel of them." So she did let them do things in the jeep after all. He pulled my wife's bikini top away from her chest, leaving her to cover her tits with her hands. "There's no point playing hard to get. You already let Ivan fuck you." "No, he didn't." "I saw he had his cock out when Jamie pulled down your panties." "It was just rubbing against me. It never went in all the way." "Don't worry. Mine will." Suddenly Neil grabbed Sally's hands and forced them behind her back, then he leaned down and began sucking her tits. Her mouth opened slightly and she began to moan. He let go of her arms but instead of pushing him away she just grabbed his head and pulled him against her, while he sucked and licked her gorgeous tits. When his mouth came away I could see her nipples were fully erect. He knelt on the floor and began kissing his way up her inner thighs until he reached the flimsy material of her thong. In one quick motion he pulled it down to her knees. Without warning, the door suddenly opened and in walked Ivan and Jamie. I saw them feast their eyes on my wife's naked body, then they looked over at me. "The girls gone?" asked Neil. "Yeah," said Jamie. "Just as well this little slut's here. She'll take us all on. Won't you? You know, you shouldn't have made us wait this long. We should have fucked you on the beach, or in the car. I'm sure Tom wouldn't have done anything to stop us" Suddenly all three had their hands all over my naked wife. They pushed her roughly against a chair so she was bent over, ass in the air. They quickly took off their shorts, all three of them with massive hard-ons, pointing towards her. A Beach Story Sitting at the table, overlooking the bay, she sipped her wine as the breeze rustled her long blonde hair. She wondered at the circumstances that had led her to this place. A trip with friends to this lush Carribean island had not turned out as expected. The opportunity to get away from real life and go with her girl friends to this resort was a real treat. This morning she had decided she needed some time just for herself, and had sent her friends on their shopping tour while she slept late, then came out for brunch. As she finished her fruit, the server stopped by and presented her with a single yellow rose. With her look of surprise, he advised, " From the gentleman….," and pointed toward the beach. As her gaze shifted, she saw only sand and water. The server shrugged and walked to the kitchen. She looked at the tag and read, "A gorgeous yellow rose. Yellow, to match your golden hair, and gorgeous to match the lady." No knowing what to think, but smiling inwardly, she put her sun hat on, picked up the rose and he beach bag and walked down to the water's edge. Such a glorious day, warm but not yet the stifling heat of late afternoon, sunny and bright. Not a day to lie down, she decided a walk along the beach was in order. As she walked, she looked again at the rose. The words on the card intrigued her. Inwardly, she always wondered how she was viewed by the males species. Her husband often told her how attractive she was, but he was, after all, her husband and such comments were expected. Something unexpected from a stranger created a warm glow of satisfaction and she couldn't help but wonder what had stirred the stranger's action. Her long, wavy blond hair was attractive enough, but not cover girl status. Her body was fairly firm, but as age creeps up, it was not in the category of the hard bodied teenage beach bunnies she was passing in their string bikinis, or in several cases, bikini bottoms only. Comparing her swimsuit covered breasts to some, she wondered how she came to be the recipient of attention. Her wrap around skirt covered her from waist to mid calf and failed to show the tone and milky skin of her legs, yet couldn't hide the pleasing shape. She felt as if someone was watching her, but she could see no evidence of any unusual interest. The resort receded in the distance as she walked, away from the populated beach and along the more remote section of the island. As she came to an outcropping of rock, she stopped to watch the waves lap gently where sand met stone, and looked out at a small yacht, anchored a short distance off shore. She could see no one moving aboard, yet somehow felt a presence. She sat her bag on the sand and raised her arms above her head and stretched reaching to the sky, feeling her hair blowing across her shoulders. A sound came from behind her. "A lovely view suddenly became lovelier." She flinched as she heard the words. She turned quickly to see the man sitting among the rocks and wondered how she's not seen him before. "Sorry if I startled you, but couldn't think of a way not to." She was immediately drawn to his smile, bright and genuine. The next thing she noticed was his blue eyes. Not Paul Newman blue, but a bright shade that glowed with the reflected sun. "Well, you certainly startled me, I don't know how I didn't notice you." "Your mind seemed a long distance away as I watched you walk here. Of course, I always notice a gorgeous lady walking toward me. And admire her beauty." He smiled again and she noticed his short brown curly hair, gently turning to grey matching his mustache. He appeared to be in his 40's, tanned, and seemed fit, but with a slight thickening to his trunk as middle age seemed to approach. Wearing shorts, she noticed the hair on his chest and that his legs seemed muscular. "Where did you come from? " she asked. "From your fantasies, perhaps? Well, actually from that boat out there. I rowed in a little while ago," and pointed to a small skiff that she now noticed tied on the other side of the rocks. "I was going to take a couple of pictures of the yacht before I took her back to the marina, when I saw you walking this way." He explained that he and a friend had rented the yacht to sail between the islands when his friend was called back to the States for a family emergency. "I've kind of island hopped my way back here the last couple of days, resting when I could. Single handed sailing is a lot of work, especially when you're not used to it." "How did you end up here, all alone?" She began telling him how she and her girl friends had left their husbands at home and come down for a little time in the sun on a girls trip, away from the winter cold. She suddenly stopped, realizing what she was saying, but at the same time feeling extremely comfortable talking with this total stranger. She then decided to go on, telling him about her need to be away from the girls and spend some time on her own. "Hope I'm not intruding on your solitude," he said. "Oh no," she replied, "this is kind of nice." She saw his eyes roaming her body, not staring or lewd, but rather appraising, and wondered what he was thinking. As if he understood, he said, " I was going to take a picture of the boat with the beautiful island in the background, but when I saw you stretching in front of it, I realized that a gorgeous model would really make the picture. Would you mind posing the way you did?" "Me?" she said, "Why not one of those sexy young things down the beach?" He smiled again, "Because you came to me, your golden hair is the perfect complement to the teak wood on the boat, and the image in my mind of you stretching there is the picture I'd love to take away from here." She smiled, and thought, how could I refuse such a wonderful compliment? So, she asked how he would like her to stand, and he positioned her and as she stretched, she heard the shutter click on the camera. She thought back and realized she had heard it earlier, just before he spoke. She turned, "Did you take my picture earlier?" He grinned and admitted that he had, but was using the picture as a ploy to get her to stay. "Why?" She asked. He replied that she was gorgeous, he was enjoying talking with her, and wanted to take some more pictures of her. Curious, she said that she would enjoy posing for him. He then said that he had been influenced in his appreciation of art by Paul Gaugain,, "You know, the artist who painted the girls on the island of Tahiti?" She smiled, thinking to herself "Weren't his models topless?" Taking off her hat, she stepped out toward the water and asked where she should stand next. He had her turn slightly to one side, saying "If I set this just right, get you slightly in profile with your breast from the side, and get the boat in the background, it would look just like Gaugain's famous work." She turned, looking him directly in the eye, and wondering where the words came from, she heard herself say, "But Gaugain painted her with naked breasts. Shouldn't mine be?" This time, he was the one who flinched! His eyes dropped immediately to her breasts, then looked her in the eye and grinned again, saying, "That would really be a giant stride toward matching the master, wouldn't it?" Smiling, and still looking him in the eye, she reached up and released the catch on her swimsuit top, shrugged her shoulders and let it drop to the ground. She heard the quick intake of his breath as the breeze cooled the sweat on her breast, stiffening her nipples. What she couldn't realize was the dramatic effect of her beautifully shaped breasts and succulent nipples. She was looking at his eyes, and not at the physical reaction much lower. She then turned her back, looked at the boat and asked, "Just where should I stand?" "Right there," was the quick reply and she heard the camera shutter. He then said he needed to move her just a little to one side and she felt his presence, then his hand on her back and one on her hip and he gently turned her slightly away from him. His hands however stayed in place, and he said, "I should brush this hair back just a little, and he raised his hand to lightly touch the side of her face before brushing back her hair. His touch on her cheek was feather light and she felt a shiver run through her. As his hand dropped back, she leaned forward, pushing her nipple against his hand. The touch caused a moan to escape her lips. She turned to face him, their eyes meeting, and he leaned his head to her, his lips brushing her forehead, then her cheeks, then finally meeting her lips. He brushed them gently, then pulled slightly back, and looked in here eyes. She placed her hands on his hips and raised her head to him. As their mouths met, the kiss became more intense, their lips parting and their tongues meeting. She felt her breathing quicken, her heart beat faster as she reacted to his tongue, gently exploring her mouth. His hands moved on her back and began pulling her to him. As her nipples contacted his chest she felt the tickle of his chest hair, then her breasts met his skin. Her hands on his waist pulled him to her, and she felt the reaction that the sight of her breasts had already caused. He pulled his head back and said, "You have a fantastic kiss." Then his mouth sought hers once more. His hands slid up to her shoulders, then down her back to cup her butt as he pulled her against his stiffness. He groaned as they met, and pushed back against her. She could feel how hard he was, and felt her body reacting. His mouth moved down to kiss and lick at her neck and throat, and he slowly pulled her down to her knees, then leaned her back on to the warm sand, lying her down while his legs went to each side of her hips. His kisses slid down onto her chest as his hand slid up to run his palm over her nipples. Hard and erect, they proudly met his touch and she felt the tingle as they were caressed by his palm, fingers and then his lips. The mustache hairs tickled as they ran across her breasts, exciting her even more and she moaned again. He kissed the nipples, licked, then sucked them gently before grazing his teeth across them. He licked around them and under her breasts, then slid his tongue down across her abdomen, gently exploring her navel, as he continued to the top of her wrap around. He looked up and said, "Don't you think this is in the way?" "Oh, yes!" Her hands reached down and undid the strap, and pulled it open. She raised her hips and his hands slid down her buttocks, taking the swim suit bottom with them. He pulled it off of her legs, and then knelt between them, kissing one calf and then the other, working his way slowly up to her knees, then her thighs. He moved higher on her thighs, and his tongue began licking the skin at top of her legs, sliding slowly up one side and down the other, his fingers slightly raking the outsides of legs and hips. Her breathing became faster, she felt quivering through her body, and she pushed her lips up toward him… waiting for his tongue to explore. She felt his tongue traveling through her trimmed patch of hair, and again down her to her thigh. When would he touch her? She was warm, she felt the wetness between her legs and bucked her hips up at his mouth and spread her thighs farther… and still he kept licking, not quite reaching the wet lips she was dying to have licked…. Then, his tongue slipped against the bottom of her slit, and she felt a shudder pass through her body… the tongue slid soooo slowly up one wet side… stopping just short of her hard clitoris… it moved to the other side and slowly down to where they joined. And then he did the same again, and again… she was becoming frantic for him to satisfy her need… she felt his tongue slide lower to softly flick against her puckered hole, then it moved up this time sliding deep into her wet waiting opening… moving slowly in and out, deeper and higher toward her waiting clit… this time his tongue pushed against it's hardness… caressing it, stroking, slipping up to the head. As she felt it move higher her hips raised and pushed against his face, she was hot… panting … telling him to lick… suck her…. Oh, god she wanted more… his tongue circling the head… teasing and arousing… his hands moving to caress her breasts and pinch at her nipples.. she threw her head from side to side… and saw two pairs of eyes looking back at her… two ladies in bikinis, sexy young things that she had passed earlier, watching with eager, expectant eyes…. But she was too far gone in her excitement to care… She pushed again at him with her hips as his lips encircled the head of her erect clit, the tongue stroking harder and faster as he sucked and licked… She felt the quiver begin low inside, then like an explosion it hit her body, waves of pleasure passing up and down, quivering, wet, .. she grabbed his head with both hands..but didn't pull away as his ministrations changed to a gentler, yet insistent tonguing….the waves of pleasure kept coursing through her body… she felt as if they would never stop and she didn't want them to…. How long she kept quivering and moaning she didn't know, but never had it lasted like this….. finally, with a final jerk, her body went limp and she pushed his mouth away…. She lay there panting and shivering…. Then she looked up with a start at the girls who were looking at her, smiling… no sign of embarassment in their stares. She looked down at him and he looked back, grinned and shrugged, "Never saw them come up." And he smiled at her. "Now where do we go from here….?"