1 comments/ 87618 views/ 4 favorites Beach Voyeur By: istanbulnoir I have enjoyed discreetly and sometimes indiscreetly observing women on beaches for as long as I can remember. This, I suppose, makes me a voyeur. I also enjoy exhibitionism, but that is another story. I am not the kind of voyeur who spies on women. That's why the beach is my favoured place for voyeuristic encounters. I like the woman who is the object of my voyeuristic attention to know that I am watching and admiring her. If she encourages me, then that is the voyeur's equivalent of full intercourse and the best result possible. What all of this means is that I have had to learn how to choose my targets well. The idea of being identified and loudly outed as a pervert by a woman who finds such attention offensive mortifies me. So far this has never happened, which suggests that I am a discerning chooser of ladies to look at. So, how do I choose? My choices are determined by the very activity of beach voyeurism itself, the type of women I find desirable, and my sixth sense that tells me whether or not a woman will enjoy my attention. My greatest triumph as a beach voyeur is the story I am going to tell you now. I live close to the sea and in summertime, most afternoons I walk along the beach on my way home from work. I have been living here for three summers and my third summer of indulging my voyeurism has just ended. It was this summer that it happened. Before, the best result I had had at this beach was a session of mutual voyeurism and exhibitionism with a large and middle aged lady late one July afternoon the summer before last, which reached its climax with her pulling aside the gusset of her bikini pants to give me a full display of her shaved pussy. She looked me in the eye as she did, as if defying me to look at her. She kept her pussy exposed for a full minute at least and brushed a finger over its lips just before she replaced her gusset. I reciprocated by taking my very erect cock from my swimming shorts and giving it a good stroke while she watched. I would have liked to have wanked myself until I came for her, but a figure appeared on the otherwise deserted beach and put an end to our pleasures. I also would have liked the opportunity to take things further, but shortly after showing me her cunt, she stood up and packed away her things and walked off towards he steps that lead up from the sands to the promenade, and no doubt home to her husband. All I had to console me was the thought that if her husband fucked her that night, she would be thinking of me and how she had exposed her pussy to me and how I had shown her my erect cock, while her husband's cock ploughed into and out of that lovely, plump lipped cunt of hers. Usually I target women alone, but this time they were two. They were almost always at the beach and they always lay on their sun beds at the same spot and they were the object of a lot of male attention, some of which was unwanted, I could tell, and some of which, I believed, they feigned not to want. There were both middle aged and one was still very good looking and the other less so, though not at all unattractive and it was the less good looking of the two of them who had much the better tits. They were large and heavy and barely hidden under the small bikini top that struggled to hold them. The cleavage was memorably fine. It was the contradiction between their looks and manner and the bikinis that they wore, and their hostility to much of the male attention that they attracted that intrigued me. One afternoon I was walking past them just as blonde was shouting at a group of four or five young lads, no more than sixteen or seventeen, who had pretty well sat down at the end of the ladies' sun beds. I mean, I ask you, the subtlety of youth! Boys, boys, I wanted to tell them, that's not the way to do it. You have to be a bit discreet. Even if a woman wants to be looked at as she sun bathes in her bikini at the beach, he does not want the rest of the beach to know she's letting you look. She was severe with them and they made off quickly. Her severity excited me and we caught each other's eye for a moment and there seemed to be a look of disbelief and resignation in hers, as if she wanted me to go over and agree with her that men were pigs and especially young ones. I think of myself as an ethical voyeur. I don't do it covertly. I don't peep through keyholes or peep through windows. For me the thrill is in the woman's complicity in the game and I only choose women who want to play and I have a talent for finding them. There are different types of women who enjoy the game, and I am sure they take differing pleasures from it. There are those who like knowing they are being looked at, but act as though they don't know they are. They give no encouragement, but they offer no resistance either. The women who respond like this tend to be younger and good looking. They are the ones who don't need to try hard and who are used to attention The only constant among all of the types is that no woman likes to be leered out and no woman likes her voyeur to be too obvious about it. She might want to enjoy his attentions, but she does not want everyone else around to know that she is allowing a man to watch her. This is where these young lads go wrong. Sure enough when I reached the place where our ladies were stretched out on their sun beds, three youngsters, the same age as the ones they had shooed away the week before, had parked themselves a the foot of the sun beds. As soon as one of the ladies sat up and saw them there would be a scene and everyone around them would be invited to join in the moral outrage of two nice middle aged ladies whose privacy had been violated by three young reptiles. The next day at about the same time I passed them as usual and she noticed me passing. I looked for a second, to take in the curves of her body and enjoy the way she laid on her sun bed legs apart. I looked away and then just before I was past the point from where I could look without turning my head around, I took a last quick glance. She was still looking at me and it was a look of interest. She did not look away and she was still looking when she disappeared from my field of vision. I am certain that if I had turned my head around to see her, she would still have been looking then. When I got home my wife was out, so I poured myself a glass of wine, went to the bedroom, stripped off and lay on the bed. I lit a cigarette, took a gulp of wine and closed my eyes and pictured her in my mind's eye, looking hot and ready on her sun bed. My cock was soon hard and when I had finished my cigarette I wanked for her until I came and my spunk shot and splattered over my stomach. The next day was Saturday, so no work and no walk along the beach home. No doubt our two ladies were there as usual on their sun beds, enjoying the beach and the sun, enjoying displaying their aging, but still desirable bodies in their skimpy bikinis and laying legs apart temptingly. And when some young buck was tempted, screaming at him for looking, but then, was it for looking, or for not being more discreet and subtle about looking? They were a puzzle to me and all weekend I found my mind wandering to thoughts of them. Monday came and I got lucky. My wife got a call on Sunday from her sister, who needed her to go and look after her kids until Tuesday, so she would not notice if I was late home on Monday. I had decided that today I would take my chance, but then I asked myself, my chance on what? Was it the challenge of getting those ladies to play a little voyeur game, and with one or both of them, or would I, given the chance, like a voyeur game to be only the prelude to some fun on the beach, after the crowds had gone, or even spending an evening somewhere with one or both of them? If it all went that far, it would be the first time in seven years of marriage that I had cheated on my wife; as if voyeur games at the park and the mall and in cafes and at the beach were not cheating. But, in my sophist's mind, as long as there was no physical contact, it was not cheating or betrayal. I observed the scene and looked around. Luck was with me. It was a very warm day and the beach was busy, but there was an empty spot on the sand at an angle of about forty-five degrees to the ends of their sun and about two and half metres from them. This is the perfect spot to sit in an attempt to initiate a game, and I would have chosen it even if the young bucks had not been there right in the hot spot directly below the ladies. I sat down facing the sea; that is facing away from them, but at an angle that enabled me to take a glance back at them without having to crane around. I had a clear view between both of their legs, for as always they were laid out with legs thrown apart. My eye travelled first up blonde's leg, beginning at her slender right foot; with me to the left of them, it was the insides of their right legs that were visible to me. Blonde was far side from me and brunette on my side, but it was blonde who I desired most. My eyes lingered over her feet with their painted toenails and the ankle bracelet whose chain hung down towards her heel. She had great legs, shapely with nice muscle definition and her tanned skin shone as the sunlight caught the oily tanning lotion that she had worked very it with her manicured hands. My eyes roved up her legs until they were focused on her inner thigh. I took my time, savouring the sight. I was three or so metres from her, but I felt as if I could reach out and touch her. Finally my eyes reached the mound of her crotch and came to rest there. Her bikini pants were black and not skimpy, but they were skin caressingly tight and the shape of her mound and the strong line of a camel toe were clear to see. My cock hardened. I was relaxing into the pleasure when brunette opened her eyes and sat up. She caught me looking as she sat up and for a moment there was displeasure in her eyes. Then she saw the young bucks. She stared at them. They looked away, with a look of shame in their eyes, and gazed down at the sand. Blonde, sensing something was going on, sat up too. 'Get out of here, go on, move somewhere else,' she hissed at them. Looking at the look of rage on her face, her words were moderate. She and brunette exchanged a few words and then blonde took up her pack of cigarettes from her bag beside her and offered one to her friend and took one for herself. I was keen to watch. I like to watch women smoke. I was careful though. They chatted and their anger seemed to have gone with the gauche boys, who had wandered off down the beach. They would not be back, but there are plenty more like them who would come by sooner or later. They were laughing and animated in their chatting as they finished their cigarettes and then made to lie down and return to their sun bathing. Blonde was the first to lie back and as she did, she looked over at me and our eyes met for a fleeting second. I could see the briefest glimmer of recognition in them, but beyond that they were blank. There was no little sparkle that said encouragement and no darkening that said get out of here. As her head hit her little pillow, brunette looked over. There was no glint of recognition in her eyes, just the registering of my presence. She glanced quickly at her recumbent friend and I know that she knew that blonde had noted me there too. Blonde's legs were already in their customary open position and as brunette laid back she looked at me again knowingly, and then, when she was horizontal, opened her legs, wider than she usually did, and then adjusted her position very slightly to face me a little. It was game on. However, the game was going to be more complicated than the way I had played before. I usually go for a woman alone, as I said, but here I had two. They both knew what was up. Blonde had been non-committal when she saw me. Brunette knew that Blonde knew that the game was on, but Blonde did not know that Brunette knew, or that she knew Blonde knew. Nothing happened for a couple of minutes, but then Blonde turned her head to brunette and satisfied that Brunette was off in her thoughts, eyes closed, Blonde's hand slipped slowly onto her stomach and then down onto her bikini pants and kept going slowly southwards until her fingertip were on the mound of her pussy. Her hand stopped going down and her fingers began gently to press the material. It was gentle and discreet enough to have been the adjusting of the pants or the scratching of an itch, but hard and deliberate enough to make the line of her camel toe more pronounced. Then she ran her fingertip softly back and forth, no more than an inch each way, up and down the little valley. My cock twitched violently in my pants and I watched her discreet little show and imagined the thoughts going through her mind as she made to play with herself. The thing was over in twenty seconds or so, but not before Brunette had seen what Blonde had done. Just as Blonde's hand slid away up and over her stomach to its usual place at her side, Brunette's right leg slide up and she eased herself around an inch more in my direction, with the double effect of obscuring my view of Blonde and providing me with a better angle to look at her. After a few seconds, and knowing that my eyes would be fixed on her, she lifted her head a little and looked across at me. There as no smile in her yes and no invitation. It was a hard look that asked 'do you dare?' and 'do you have enough to keep looking when I look at you looking?' That is a hard gaze to withstand, but I was not going to look away. I wasn't even going to blink. We held each other's gaze for a full ten seconds and then, as she laid her head back on her pillow, the hint of a smile played across her lips. She had me and she knew it and she had set it up so that I was looking at her and couldn't see her more attractive friend. She was a player too. The first of my questions was answered. They were on for the game. It was not that they were offended at being looked at when they told off the young boys. It was that they wanted to play with pro's like themselves. Holding that gaze of hers was the test. I had passed. I had passed all of the other tests that led up to that big one too. I had sat aside as well as below them, and close enough to get play started and far enough away not to invade their space, and not to draw the attention of innocent bystanders. My mind raced ahead as I admired Brunette's legs and the roll of her stomach that bulged and hung over the waistband of her bikini pants. Her pants were red and skimpier than Blonde's, but less hugging and I could not see any trace of pussy mound. As my eyes roamed over her body my thoughts found their way to images of her naked, taking cocks in her hands and in her mouth and of her being fucked in her pussy and her arse. I wondered if a voyeur game was as far as it went with them or if this was a pick up game that ended with a session at one of their homes. I wondered if they were a double act or if they were in competition with each other and may the worst woman win. Or perhaps the competition was the tactic that led to the double act later? Brunette had behaved competitively in lifting her knee to block my view of Blonde. Blonde must have seen what Brunette had done by now, but she had not yet made any countermove. I wondered what I would do if things moved on. If I had to choice, that would be easy. I would take Blonde, but then if it was Brunette on offer, I would take that. I wanted them both, together, and I wanted it badly. Brunette's move was typical of the less attractive of a pair of lady friends. It seemed to me clear that these two ladies were friends of long standing. They both knew that Blonde was the more attractive and was going to get most of the male attention. Blonde was friends with Brunette because she liked to be top dog and Brunette was friends with Blonde because with Blonde as the other half of the team Brunette was raised up a couple of divisions. This is not to say she was unattractive. She was not, but for a lot of men, a big shapely pair of tits is not enough to compensate for the spread elsewhere. Blonde was slim and curvy and leaving aside the lines, she had the body of a woman fifteen years her junior. Not that the greater youthfulness of her body was the pull for me. I like older women. That's one reason why I target women over forty for my voyeur games. Another reason is that they are more game for it. Younger women, if they are good looking, get all the attention they need all the time and can afford to disdain the voyeur game, and they want to be in control of the lookers and how they look at them. The young who are not so good looking suffer from the inhibitions of the young and they lack the confidence to be brazen. Women over forty are at the age when they have to accept that they won't get the attention anymore the way they used to, if they are good looking, and if they are not, the take what they can get. It's all a matter of supply and demand. Brunette was hot enough to have her admirers, but not as hot as Blonde, and she had decided the trade off was worth making. Better to be second in line for premier league guys that at the front of the queue for lower division fare. And of course Blonde knew all of this too and she lay back and let Brunette have her time in the limelight. She would make her move when she was ready. For a while none of us made any moves. With Brunette's moves we had reached a point of intensity which can be held for a while and then needs to be taken higher, and the only higher place to go as to speak or to touch. We could have spoken, but none of us did, and there was no scope for any physical contact with the beach so crowded. If you can't go up, you have to go down, and so we did. The game entered a new phase. Blonde went on sunbathing as if unconcerned and Brunette stayed in the position she had taken up, and only every couple of minutes discreetly opened her eyes to see that I was still discreetly admiring her. Things stayed this way for a quarter of an hour or so, until Blonde sat up and reached into her bag for her cigarettes, casting a glance over at me as she did and taking note of what was what. It was as though she was about to smirk, but she held onto it and smiled enigmatically to herself. She said something to Brunette, who sat up and took a cigarette from her. Nice move, I thought; using the pretext of a smoke to alter the shape of the game. Brunette's desire for nicotine seemed to have got the better of her desire to keep the advantage in the game. When they finished their cigarettes, Blonde sat back a little and adjusted the position of her legs, opening them a little. Then Brunette said something to Blonde and they both giggled and Brunette walked down the beach to the sea. My guess was that she needed to pee and was going to do it in the sea. The thought turned me on. I like the idea of women urinating. Blonde continued to sit motionless. I hoped she would turn towards me, but she just glanced over every now and then. I had arrived at the beach at about four thirty and it was almost half past five. The sun was still hot, but people were beginning to pack up their towel and put their clothes back on over their swimwear and head for home. With fewer people around we might have the chance to step up the game. If we were going to go higher, Blonde was going to make me work for it. What I needed was an opportunity to speak to her, but there was nothing to say that was not obvious and trite. What was I to do? Comment on the weather? Say 'the beach is busy today,' or 'baby, the way your bikini pants hug your pussy looks just great.' Rescue came in the form of two young bucks, who came strolling down the beach just as I was beginning to despair of finding a way of moving seamlessly from eyes games to conversation. It has to be seamless and for that you need something to happen that brings you together in a situation, so that speech seems the natural step. As they approached the spot where Blonde was sitting on the end of her sun bed, my eyes met hers and there was a moment of mutual understanding between us. We both knew exactly what was going to happen next, and sure enough, one of them turned slyly to the other and said something. His friend nodded and they sat down, right in front of her. Beach Voyeurism The first time I went away on vacation alone with my girlfriend proved to be an eye-opener to say the least for this young man. Michelle was nineteen, a tall five-nine, with a beautifully-proportioned figure featuring long legs and a full heart-shaped ass which looked great in her bikini. Her eyes had a mesmeric quality, bright green and dazzling beneath a strawberry-blonde sweeping mane, complimented by her high cheekbones and full lips. She had a smile to match her eyes for illumination and I'd be lying if I didn't admit that her full breasts were the cherry, or cherries, on the cake. I was a happy bloke to enjoy such a fine fun creature's company so I was more than eager to get away for a fortnight with her to somewhere warm and sunny and requiring much less clothing. We booked up to the Canary Islands in Southern Europe and headed down there for an exciting holiday. We spent a great time in Gran Canaria's south, hitting the bars and clubs til the small hours and recovering on the vast expanses of golden beaches during the day. Naturally, there was a frenzy of lovemaking every night and my carnal knowledge of Michelle grew considerably. Until the holiday we had been going out some nine months; I knew she'd had two boyfriends before me and that she'd slept with both. I kept my own conquests to myself, as most blokes do, lying about five or so 'meaningless' flings. Michelle was as enthusiastic about sex as she was about life and twice during our stay I found myself dragged onto our balcony at night for some passionate fun. I even sat there quite happily one morning sipping water while she blew me before breakfast. Down on the beach I began to notice she'd get frisky late afternoon, commenting on other sunbathers and occasionally trying to get me aroused with a grope or sexy talk or even a flash of her lightly-trimmed pussy, daring to tug her bikini aside and bare her full, meaty pussy lips and bush. Towards the end of our vacation she did as many other girls on the beach did, and went topless. For me it was quite a buzz to see those big firm tits out in the open. The white bits only heightened the idea of illicit exposure and her large rubbery nipples seemed always erect, two little pink cones capping off her luscious mounds. It was the first time Michelle had gone topless and for those final three afternoons she couldn't wait to get her top off. Like other blokes, I was a bit peeved at first by the attention she got but soon relaxed into the whole 'you look at mine and I'll look at yours' atmosphere. Everyone on the busy beach was cool about partial nudity. The real fun was to be had in the dunes behind the beach, as everyone got to know when you visited there - the place was officially clothing-optional which mean full nudity and often on our way down to the seafront we'd catch sight of naked bodies among the sandy rises. So on our last day it was no surprise to here my fun livewire of a girl suggest we walk back up to our apartments via the dunes just to see what it was all about. She swaggered off topless ahead of me, enjoying the attention she got wearing just her small white and black print bikini bottoms. By the time we were in amongst the dunes there were naked bodies everywhere, the majority I reckoned were men wandering around. It took a bit of getting used to and trying not to stare. There were quite a few older people but eventually I began to spot some youthful bodies here and there, basking in the sun or standing around. Michelle constantly would gasp or hold her breath trying not to laugh. She would clinging to my arm and I could feel her gorgeous breasts rubbing against my skin as we made our way through the sands. I was feeling a familiar throb in my shorts now that I was feeling more comfortable with the area and had noticed two really hot women - one stunning slim blonde I took to be German who had a completely shaven pussy fully on display between spread legs while her boyfriend slept beside her. She even smiled as we walked past. I tried my best to look her in the eye and thanked the heavens that my shades allowed me a good look at that tight smooth pussy from only a few yards away. The place was full of little natural stone bunkers, built in a circular fashion some two to three feet high for some sunbathing privacy. At the foot of the steeper dunes they were larger and built higher - up to my chest at some points. This meant that you would come round the edge of a dune and suddenly find a bunker in front of you with no idea if it was inhabited or not. They all had openings onto the sands through which you would soon find out if they were occupied. However, it was not until you were level or in the entrance yourself that you'd see anyone if they were lying or sitting down. We did this on one occasion and it was startling to find a lone guy in there playing with himself. He was dark haired, well tanned and maybe slightly overweight but built big enough to carry it. Spotted by us, he looked a bit awkward. Michelle made an audible gasp of shock and I mumbled a vague apology as I turned her away and strode past. Michelle laughed, "Oh, did you see the size of his dick?" I hadn't really, just kind of noted a sizeable piece of meat in his fist, so I reckoned he was not unhappy in that department. "It was huge," Michelle said, glancing back. "Was it?" I looked back too, only to see him poke his head above the bunker wall. Michelle laughed and said, "Maybe we should have stayed and given him something to jerk over. . ." "He might have been gay," I smiled. "You want him to get hot over me?" She punched me playfully on the arm and squealed, "No way! That thing wouldn't be wasted on some hairy guy. A girl could have fun with it. . ." "Oh yeah? You like them big?" "Yours is big enough Andy, don't worry." I laughed. "You got enough experience to comment on that?" She called me cheeky and mocked outrage by storming ahead and wiggling that flimsily-clad, outrageously horny ass at me. "Bring it back here," I called as she flipped down the seat of her bikini to give me a quick moon of those fine butt-cheeks. Then Michelle skipped round the side of a dune out of sight. I figured there might be some sexy fun in the offing so I picked up my stride and made after her. I got round the dune to find her stood stock-still in front of some sparse bushes staring into another of those high bunkers. She made no response when I said her name so I sidled up behind her to see what had her attention. My question caught in my throat along with my breath as I gazed over Michelle's shoulder into the bunker. A guy was lying feet towards us, naked, while a woman - I presume his wife or lover - was kneeling astride his face. She was holding a finger to her lips to shush us while he lapped at her pussy. I was amazed, shocked and, it has to be stated, turned on. She had a lovely face - I'd put her in her early thirties - with sensuous dark eyes and long brunette locks which swayed about, brushing against her juddering big tits as she ground her crotch against the guy's face. Those tits were captivating - slightly bigger than Michelle's own beauties with just a hint less firmness. But it gave them a glorious sway as the girl got hotter and more animated. The rest of her body was in great shape, a flat belly just curving slightly into a smooth groin, her prominent pussy mound bare of any pubic bush. I watched mouth-open as she thrust her hips towards us, running her flushed pink pussy along his tongue. On the forward stroke, her hips angled up at us and I got an incredible view of her splayed pussy, open like a bright pink rose, soaked with juices which glistened and sparkled under the roasting sun. I had the urge to run my own tongue up her long, taut, lithe thighs and lap at that wet quim as hungrily as her man was. And Michelle could feel it as she backed and quietly rubbed her ass into my hardon. The woman in the bunker smiled at us, her eyes lidded with arousal. Grinning mainly at Michelle, she leaned forward and lifted her man's hard cock off his belly. She started to wank it slowly, peeling back his uncircumcised hood and running a thumb over the shiny head. It was a good-sized dick and I felt Michelle increase her grind against me and I also felt her breathing quicken. In front of us the woman tossed her hair off her face, bent some more, and clamped her lips round the head of her man's cock. She kept her eyes on us as she sucked and fondled his big loose ballsack. I saw his hands grab her ass as he licked furiously at her pussy. Incredibly turned on, I took a chance, dropped our bags and wrapped my hands up around Michelle and onto her big heaving tits. Those nipples were rigid. She moaned, more horny than I'd expected - it sounded like she could come within seconds. I felt her sag against me and wondered what the hell I should do next - we were standing a foot or so outside the large bunker's entrance, and still pretty much in full public view of anyone wandering around. My thoughts were whipped off the track of sensibility by Michelle reaching back to grab at my dick through my shorts. I say grab because her fingers were needy and urgent; she wanted my dick in her hand. She even twisted to kiss my neck and face, whispering, "Please, Andy. . .Let me. . ." I stepped us both forward a bit so that we were at least partly in the bunker entrance and not in broad display to the beach. The woman saw this, swung off her man's face and got him to shuffle upright while she guided her pussy down his body towards his very erect dick. She said something to him as she did so - in German I think - and he looked round her to see us standing awestruck and horny. He smiled a comforting smile - I think at the time I was expecting a belligerent reaction to our presence, although I don't know why. The guy was more than pleased to find us watching their sex play - well, to see Michelle stood there in all her blonde statuesque sexiness I think, those torpedoes of tits pointing right at him in admiration. The woman sunk down onto his cock with a groan of lust and threw her head back, eyes shut. He in took a long breath and mirrored me by squeezing her quivering tits. I realised he was looking at me, matching my manipulations of Michelle's boobs. He winked; I smiled back. His dick started getting the treatment as she bounced up and down on it, talking in strained breaths through clenched teeth. He raised his eyebrows at me and moved one of his hands down his woman's body right onto her pussy and began to rub at her clit. It took me seconds and another nod of his head before I understood and did the same to Michelle, slipping my hand into her bikini bottoms, through her soft curls to find an extremely wet pussy with hard little nub and sloppy lips which parted so easily to let my fingers delve around. Michelle moaned aloud, "Oh, Andy, yes. . ." and placed her hand atop mine over her bikini. She began to roll her hips rhythmically and I felt her juices surge over my fingers as I penetrated her. She tugged my shorts down with her other hand and the feeling of the fresh air on my genitals was liberating. I kicked off my shorts, never letting up my fondling of Michelle's tits and pussy. I felt her pull me to the side with a firm hold of my cock. I wondered what was going on until I caught sight of the woman in the bunker. She was staring at Michelle and I realised she was communicating in the same manner as I was with her man - she was urging Michelle to let her see my dick. I was all for it by then and so stepped into full view, just keeping Michelle marginally in front of me to the side so that I could continue to finger her. The woman in the bunker drank in my hard cock as Michelle wanked it and groped my free-hanging balls. Her man increased his speed and she began to convulse, grunting her way into orgasm. "Oh, God," Michelle said, "I think she's coming. Oh my god. . ." I fingered Michelle as fast as he was fucking his woman. Michelle grabbed my hand tight, saying, "Don't Andy. I might. . .I might go too. . ." "It's okay," I assured her, fearing this very public first experience of beach fun might suddenly freak her out. In the bunker, he was well in control, sending her into a loud orgasm. He was increasing his signals to me that he wanted to see me take it further with Michelle. I kissed at her neck, gently forcing my fingers back into action along her soaking pussy. Michelle made a quivering moan. "Oh, she's cumming. . .Oh, I can see his cock pounding in and out. . ." I said into her ear. "You'd better take those bottoms off. . .They'll get too wet to wear. . ." She trembled. "Oh, I can't. . .What do you think, Andy? I shouldn't. . " But the circumstances were sending her well into orbit. Her hand was pumping my dick at a furious pace - so fast that sensation was deserting me which was a good thing to stave off orgasm. I whispered to her again, "I think you should. I think he wants to see you completely naked. . ." That seemed to work. I thought she was going to come from just that thought. Her pussy twitched on my fingers. I increased my manipulations, using my free hand to undo the ties at either side of her bikini bottoms. When they were loose it was only Michelle's hand which was holding the material on over her mound. "Take them away," I said, nibbling her neck. "Let him see your hot pussy." She did trip over then. "Oh my God!" she gasped and threw the bikini aside. I felt her legs go, too, as she was bared to their eyes. She slumped down onto the sand, legs akimbo, urging me to, "Finger me, Andy, I'm coming. . ." So I did, and Michelle sat there, knees high and apart baring every inch of her raw, open pussy to the strangers in the bunker. The guy wore the broadest smile across his tanned handsome face and I took my hand away to rub at Michelle's tits leaving her completely exposed to his lustful gaze. She didn't try to cover up or close her legs but remained open and wet as she crashed through orgasm staring right at him. In the bunker, the woman slid off her man and took his dick in her fist, watching us all the time. As I adjusted myself and got into a comfortable kneeling position which allowed me to lean over Michelle's shoulder, Michelle beat me to it and started to finger her own pussy. I'd never known her to be so brazenly sexual - up for fun always, yes, but this was hardcore fun and I'd underestimated her sense of daring. I was obviously really turned on, too, so I decided to get some satisfaction of my own. I turned Michelle's head and she sucked on my dick eagerly for a few moments. But then she pulled off, looked at me with glazed, horny eyes and said, "I want to see them, too, Andy. Please. . ." I knew what I was going to do, so I moved her up onto all fours and told her, "Okay, kneel there and watch while I screw your brains out." She gave that delighted little sexual squeal she always did before descending into a deep groan as I grasped her gorgeous ass cheeks and plunged my cock deep into her wet velvet folds. I wondered how long I'd last myself as I felt my balls slap against her clit and her pussy convulse round my shaft and she headed for another orgasm. Then the two in the bunker shuffled onto their knees and the woman guided the guy by the dick towards us. I felt Michelle stiffen. His cock was right up at her face. They were both grinning at us, looking full of fun. My jaw must have dropped to my chest when Michelle tentatively leaned forward and caressed the top of his cock with her lips. Then she flicked out her tongue and licked him. He shuddered, uttered something thankful in German. His woman stroked Michelle's face. Michelle then sucked him right into her mouth. I bent over her, still up to the hilt in her winking pussy, to see my girls lovely pouting lips slide up and down this guy's rock hard cock. Quite an experience, I can tell you. But it lasted only around twenty seconds. Michelle then released his cock from her mouth and raised a fist to jerk him. She looked round at me and said, "Please Andy, I want to come. . ." I knew what she needed - she always liked a furious fucking just to send her into a deep pussy orgasm. So I reached round, flicked at her clit and began to bang her at speed, slamming into her cushioning butt with loud slaps. Michelle screamed into a huge orgasm, attempting to keep jerking the guy. He watched on, loving it, as was his woman - she was fingering her bald pussy in a languid manner, gazing with desire as I fucked my sweet girl right in front of their eyes. Then she said something to him and they both looked behind me. I seized with fright, thinking we might be doing something illegal and get busted. But when I turned I saw the guy with the big dick from earlier standing watching us all. Like before when we'd caught him in the bunker, he was wanking away. Obviously, he'd gone out for a stroll and lucked upon us. Or maybe followed us; never will know. I slopped out of Michelle's pussy as I turned in shock. She followed the bunker twosome's eyes and also caught sight of our big-dicked voyeur. "Oh God," she moaned, "It is huge. . ." Then she turned and beckoned to him to move closer. I wondered how wise a move that might be but before I could protest the German woman was nudging up beside Michelle and urging big-dick to come to them. He did, looking nervously at me and the bunker bloke. We exchanged a quick glance, a shrug and a smile and let the guy know we were okay with it. I was horned up enough not to be too bothered - I was really keen to see what my girl was going to do. Michelle grabbed for the guy's cock when he was within a stride of them. He jumped a bit with the shock, then relaxed as the German woman cradled his balls and stroked his thighs. Michelle set about jerking him off, wrapping her hand around his thick shaft. The head of his cock was particularly bulbous and I wondered if she was going to attempt to fellate him. But she was obviously in better control of her desires than I'd thought. She said to him, "You come?" He nodded and grunted a bit in Spanish. The other girl added a hand beside Michelle's and they jerked the guy in unison, giggling. He put his head back, probably thanking someone up there for his damned luck. I looked around - the bunker bloke was wanking as he watched. I remembered he hadn't come yet, either. I saw Michelle catch sight of this and she asked him to come up beside us all. He did, standing wanking just a foot from her face. Michelle glanced about at the cocks, bit her lower lip and started to pump big-dick's shaft fast. She also attacked her own pussy with a vengeance, spreading wide to let us all see her light brown curls matted with juice and her meaty labia flushed and open. Her fingers alternated between her deep pink pussy and her erect clit. She also revelled in displaying her arousal to us all, I noticed. Every time she leaned slightly back to watch us guys wank she would shiver as our eyes glided over her body, and occasionally she touched her hard nipples with little sighs. The German woman did the same, both fingering themselves as they jerked off the big dick in front of them. Moments later big-dick announced in broken English that he was about to come. This drove Michelle crazy again - she leaned right back, lifting her hips off the sands and thrust her fingers into her pussy at speed. Her cunt was gushing juices and her entire body was shuddering as she had a violent orgasm. She growled hat she wanted come all over her. The German girl took over wanking duties and seconds later big-dick's big dick erupted all over my girlfriend. Michelle squealed in orgasmic delight as rope after rope of cum splashed onto her body. I went for it, too. I stepped up to her, jerking furiously. The German woman smiled up at me, showed me her own spread pussy as her fingers worked away at her clit and then switched her other hand from big-dick's spent member to my own throbbing erection. She knocked my hand out of the way, took hold, dipped her head and gave me a quick suck which sent me over the edge. She then jerked my spunking cock over Michelle's convulsing body, sending my girlfriend into another orgasm. Beach Voyeurism Michelle was uttering barely intelligible filthy phrases about spunk all over her as she came and it seemed to work on our bunker bloke who said quite clearly in German, "Ja, ja, ja. . ." and fired his load onto her as well. Michelle was cumming like a train and the German woman joined her, using two hands to work her own sopping pussy to climax. I kind of squatted against the stone wall to recover. Big-dick was breathing in deep, long breaths and thanking us all like we'd just hauled him from a car wreck - I think we'd just made all his beach dreams come true. The bunker couple recovered and we at last introduced ourselves. They were very pleasant and even lent Michelle an old beach towel to clean up with. We exchanged some peculiar smalltalk - well, those are kind of awkward situations - and then left to go back down to the sea so Michelle could clean up properly. She sought confirmation that I was okay with everything that had happened. I had to reassure her a few times but we did laugh about how shocked we were at what we'd just been involved with. We sat talking about it like enthusiastic kids for a while. She was quite open with me and confessed she'd always had a fantasy about a guy with an oversize dick. Pretty standard stuff, I suppose, but seeing it in reality had sent her over the top, she thought, and she hoped I wasn't freaked out. Of course, I wasn't. I told her just how horny it had made me and how it was a few thousand miles from home on vacation and would always just be an amazingly horny thing between us. I had a devil of an idea - I was still buzzing from events and thought it might be my only chance to pull something like this off. I suggested to Michelle we go back up to see if Big-Dick was still around, maybe fulfil her fantasy completely. She looked shocked but I could see the absolute sexual buzz that lit her eyes up when I suggested it. I knew she would be buzzing as much as I was and when she said a quiet okay my stomach was fluttering like mad. Michelle had her full bikini on once more when we walked back into the dunes but the madness of the day had her stripping off when we saw the first male wandering around. Straight or gay she couldn't have cared - my girl was on some sexual fantasy trip and I was happy to be her guide and along for the ride. I wondered if she'd go through with it as I watched her flaunt her fabulous body once more. But I needn't have doubted the power of sex. We found Big-Dick sitting back in his bunker where we'd first stumbled across him. He was surprised but elated when Michelle walked right in naked and stood before him, legs slightly spread. She looked at me, took a deep breath, smiled, then began to run her fingers through her pubes and tease her lips and clit awake again. Her bravado was firing her desire and overcoming any inhibitions that might have crept upon her. He glanced at me for approval, lowering his shades. I gave him a nod and thumbs up but tossed a condom over. He was eager to please, nodding his understanding whilst gaping with lust at Michelle's display. His big thick cock rose to attention, some ten or so inches with that mushroom head. It had a curve to it as well, bending like a banana to the side. He fondled his balls, rolling the condom over that weapon. Michelle wasted no time and climbed on him as he sat on the sand. She slowly began to take his length up into her willing pussy. She smiled with libidinous delight as he filled her and she rocked back and forth. I could hear her juices pouring out, the squelch of his meat penetrating her sopping pussy. The guy gazed up at her like she was some angel come to answer his prayers a second time. I wanted some action, too, so I had Michelle suck on my cock as she picked up pace. She gobbled me with relish and when I felt the sap rise I announced I was coming. She kept her lips clamped tightly around my dick and helped me climax with a hand. Michelle swallowed each spurt with a moan of appreciation. When she released me, dribbles of cum escaped the corners of her beautiful sculpted mouth. Our Spanish friend had seen enough and made it obvious he was about to unload, too. Michelle bucked on him like a rodeo rider as the guy shot his load, big cock imbedded deep in her hungry cunt. He held onto her delicious full tits for dear life as Michelle climaxed with a screeching verbal tirade of filth. The three of us lay around for five minutes or so to recover. Both the Spanish dude and I enjoyed the post-cum relaxation whilst gazing at Michelle's exposed heavenly body as she lay prone in the sands, eyes closed, smile on her face. When we left the guy was almost in tears and if I could have understood the lingo better I'd have sworn he wanted us to go live with him, meet his parents, cousins, cats and dogs. Michelle and I finished the last night of our holiday in a daze, kind of wonder-filled at what had happened. Even on the plane home the next day the whole series of events seemed kind of surreal. It's been great to relive them in as much detail as I could. Hope you enjoyed this tale and if you did so enough to give me a good vote, feedback and comments, then thanks very much.