This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com Sunshine in the Afternoon Well I've done it again. I went out and had another fantastic adventure playing with women. Once more, I used my ability to become invisible to camouflage my moves, and caused confusion and embarrassment to the female species. I chose a well stocked arena for my pleasures this time, somewhat different from the video store that I told you of in my last installment. This time, rather, I thought that the public beach would be fun. I started out by playing with the girls who were hanging around the sidewalks. Some of them were roller-skating, some window shopping, and some just talking with the guys who were wandering around. Most of them were wearing swim suits, but a few had on dolphin shorts. Then I saw a girl who just seemed to be asking me to mess with her. She had shorts on, but they were the kind that sort of wrapped around the waist and tied in back. The second I noticed her, my eyes picked up on the carefully knotted bow, noting that one quick pull could have quite spectacular results. I looked carefully at her rear end, trying to discern if she had a suit or panties on underneath, but I could not see any distinguishable outline. I saw that when I made my move, I'd have to dodge the people as they were skating, walking, and running past. This girl that I had my eye on was skating with about three others, and was performing some pretty neat manuevers, so I planned out how I would wait for her to come near me, and then reach out and pull the knot loose at her back. Every now and then, she would lose her balance and have to bend over to regain it. When she did so, the shorts pulled tightly up the crack of her ass, revealing her white, smooth cheeks. She skated closer, closer, and closer, finally circling right up to the cement wall by which I was standing in wait. I had to step to the side to avoid her, but she slowed for a moment as she passed, and I reached out to her. To cause a distraction, I jammed my foot just in front of her skate as she passed, and she stumbled right over it, breaking her fall with her hands, as she hit the cement. Ever so gently, I loosed the knot at her back and untangled the strands while she was down on the ground, and I smiled, watching the knot pull apart. She got back up but, because the knot hadn't fully fallen apart, the others around her didn't immediately notice. But after about three seconds, the bottom quite literally fell out of her shorts. The strings separated, and the front of her one-piece shorts fell open and swung down between her legs. For nearly ten full seconds, she didn't notice what had happened, and continued skating around, somehow miraculously not getting tangled in her dangling laces. She didn't see the shorts flapping behind her like a cape, but the guys started whistling, laughing, and pointing at her in lust, staring straight at her pussy. One of the other girls saw what had happened after a few seconds and, embarrassed for her, screamed at her, pointing at the shorts blowing in her wake. My victim screamed with shock and embarrassment when she looked down and saw her own pussy like that, and almost lost her balance in her struggle to cover herself up again and re-tie her shorts. After doing so, she skated off, humiliated, being taunted by the guys. Smiling happily to myself, I wandered off to search for more lovely girls to have fun with. I walked next to the sidewalk, in the grassy areas, to minimize the chance of bumping into someone. Along the way, I almost missed a golden opportunity. Almost, that is. As I passed in front of one of the beach houses, I spied my next victim. These beach houses have very small front yards with three-foot brick walls around them, and this girl was tanning herself in her little yard on one of those folding summer lounge chairs. She looked only about seventeen or so, but had lovely, dirty-blond hair, and a quite alluring body, so I crept in for a closer look. Although her bikini didn't look unusually skimpy or easy to remove (by my unique standards), she had made one critical mistake. What I had so nearly overlooked was that she had her top untied and lying enticingly loose on her chest. I figure she had it like that because she had been turning over to try and get an all around tan and was just too lazy to keep retying it. At any rate, there is simply no way that I could, in good conscience, bypass such a supreme chance to view the young lady's breasts. The ties were hanging down by her sides, and almost every guy who strolled by admired her nubile, blossoming body, desperately longing for a good wind to erupt and whisk her top off before she could react. She was lying back on an angle in the chair, her arms on the armrests, so there really wasn't much holding her top on except gravity and a bit of luck. I decided that since gravity was unlikely to change, maybe her luck should. I gingerly stepped over the low brick wall and snuck up to her. There was a radio softly playing on the drink table next to her, with an empty glass beside it. One whiff from it told me that she was relaxing with a good, stiff Jack Daniels & Seven-Up. I smiled. A young girl, alone at a beach-house, drinking booze. I concluded that mom and dad must be away for the weekend and she was having the run of the place. That was fine with me. Her drinking meant there was a good chance that she might fall asleep lying out here. I stepped around in front of her, considering how to best make my move, but nicked the corner of the chair, unable to see my own invisible leg. Her eyes cracked open as she squinted in the bright sunlight, looking directly through me. Checking on either side, she seemed satisfied that she had only imagined the movement and raised her arms, cat-like and lazily, to stretch, neglecting the unstable condition of her bikini. Reaching her arms behind her head, she arched her back and moaned sleepily. The small movement was just enough to cause her little bikini top to slip, and it dropped into her lap, exposing her pearly-white tits. In her sleepy, inebriated daze, she flashed her virginal, seventeen-year-old breasts in the blazing sunlight for about three seconds, before she gazed down and saw that it had fallen off. g her tits in her hands, and quickly looked left and right for people who might have seen her. She appeared to have been asleep, and I cursed my luck, hoping that I hadn't blown my chance. Sighing gratefully when she found that no one had seen, she picked her top up and quickly laid it back atop her breasts, making sure that they were completely covered. Looking around her at the people nearby, she made a face that seemed to suggest to me that she wasn't too sure about leaving it untied. But the Jack Daniels apparently skewed her common sense enough so that she decided to chance it afterall. I decided to wait for a little while, hoping that she would fall back to sleep, or a least close enough for me to make a move. Pressing her top to her chest with one hand, she reached over for her drink. A good, long gulp finished it off, and the ice cubes clinked in the now empty glass. By the strength of the whiskey that I smelled, it looked like she would sleep soundly for a while. Draining it completely, condensation from the sweating glass dripped onto her belly, dribbling down into her navel. I sat for about twenty minutes on the steps leading into her house, watching two boys throw a frisbee back and forth out in the sand, until I was pretty sure she was asleep. Once again, I stepped up to her. I leaned over and put my face next to hers, listening to her slow, gentle, whiskey-scented breaths. She was gone. It was time. I didn't care why she was drinking at one o'clock on a Saturday afternoon, as I scanned left and right for witnesses. I saw no one that would notice my movements, although the beach area was quite crowded. People tend not to notice little things when they aren't watching for them. I carefully reached down to her chest, meticulously planning each move. Holding my breath, I fingered the side edges of her top, and flicked my eyes up to hers. Seeing not a glint of consciousness, I gently lifted her bikini right off her chest, and once again revealed her precious, adolescent tits. Quickly, I stepped back and dropped her top by her chair. If she awoke, I wanted it to look like it had just fallen off by itself. But awake she most certainly did not. To my delight, she remained contentedly asleep, completely oblivious to the fact that she was lying disgracefully topless in full view of hundreds of people, including her nextdoor neighbors. Her breasts were about average size and were nice and firm. They were noticeably white compared to the rest of her bronzed body, so it really drew attention to them. They were equipped with cherry red nipples. Also, I noticed, not surprisingly, that her tits were dry of the slippery, sweet-smelling coconut oil that she had smoothed over the rest of her body. Though the beach itself was quite crowded, there was a lull in the traffic along the sidewalk, and no one had passed by and seen her. The frisbee kids were close enough to notice, but they were more involved with their game than with girls. So I took advantage of the extra time to have a little more fun. First, I picked her top back up, now confident that she was not going to observe it moving by itself, and laid it atop the low brick wall separating her tiny yard from the beachfront sidewalk. I knew it would arouse curiosity there, with all the guys who walked by, and they'd look over at her and see that it was quite obviously hers. Then I quickly ran over and locked her apartment door from the inside, and quietly pulled it shut, preventing her from making any type of quick, graceful escape when she awoke. So now I had a helpless girl lying in front of me asleep and topless. I bent over silently and gently kissed each nipple, pressing my lips together firmly to try and stimulate them. But it evoked no response whatsoever from her. I'd never encountered a girl in her condition before, and now I was kind of puzzled at what to do. "Hmm," I wondered, "What about her bottom?" I looked at it very closely. Even though she was deep asleep, I was sure there was no way I could pull it down without her waking. It was just too tight. But I figured that since she was asleep, I might just be able to smooth some suntan lotion on her tits without her waking up. Hell, even if she did wake up, she would be groggy from the sleep and the booze, and even then would be reacting to finding herself topless. So it seemed like a great idea. Grabbing her bottle of lotion, I squeezed a few drops of the thick liquid onto my fingers and knelt down next to her in her lounge chair. Ever so gently, I touched the tips of my fingers to her right nipple, and slowly traced a tiny circle on her quarter- sized aureola, the sticky liquid darkening the tender, red skin. I watched her for reaction, but incredibly she didn't awaken! After about twenty seconds of this, I moistened my other hand and joined in on her other side. I continued to delicately caress her nipples like this, and after about thirty more seconds, I felt them stiffen under my touch. They swelled as blood slowly invigorated her aroused breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips, and I realized that I was getting her horny while she was still asleep in front of me! This was too much. I wondered how far I was going to get before someone came along and she woke up. I saw that her bikini looked like it was tied at each hip. "Hmm...," I thought. Maybe I could untie it without waking her up, and not have to worry about pulling it down afterall. But just untying it wouldn't be enough. I wanted something memorable. Wait. How about if I untied it when I woke her up while she was topless? Yeah! That was it. I searched around for something to use to fasten the ties to her chair. That way, it would get untied as soon as she got up. Plus, I wouldn't have to worry about waking her accidentally with no one there to see. Shit! Right as I thought about what would happen, I saw an older couple strolling up the sidewalk. "Out for their afernoon walk," I thought. "Well, they'll get a surprise today." Damn, I hoped that they wouldn't wake her up! They looked in their seventies or more. Maybe they wouldn't even notice. They slowly passed in front of my victim's little beach cottage. The husband glanced absently over into the yard at my girl, only ten or so feet away. "Oh my," he exclaimed, having an unabridged view of her exposed tits. He stared unabashedly, smiling at the surprise sight. His wife looked over when he exclaimed. "Oh!" she gasped, putting a hand to her mouth. "Don't look, Phillip," She pulled him toward her, trying to redirect his attention. "These young people today have no modesty whatsoever." him along past the house, shocked and offended by the sight of my bare-chested pet. I breathed a sigh of relief that they hadn't woken her up with their talking. She just lay there, contentedly snoozing away, oblivious to the view that she was presenting to everyone. I saw a length of clotheline next to the house and grabbed it up. "Maybe," I thought, "I can tie her bikini ties to this, so they'll pull undone when she gets out of her chair." Oh, God, I thought. That would be incredible. That would be ultimate. I hurried over to her, not wanting to get interrupted by anyone else while I was working. I bent down behind her chair and very meticulously tied one end of the clothesline to the loose bikini tie at her left hip. Glancing up at her, I happily saw her supple, ivory breasts rising and falling with her contented, sleepy sighs, her erect, ruby nipples glistening from the lotion I had applied. Fastened now on one side, I twisted the clothesline several time around a sprinkler head behind her lounge chair. The other end I tied to the loose bikini tie on her right hip. I made sure that there were equal lengths of cord on each side so that whatever happened would happen on both sides at the same time. Hearing voices down the sidewalk, I saw that there was a group of about ten guys approaching. They were a ways down still, but would arrive in several minutes. I wondered, just how worked up could I get her by the time they got there? After thinking for a second, I reached down and slowly drew my finger deeply but gently up the crack between her legs, feeling her hot moist pussy under my touch. She moaned, and her hips almost imperceptably started to gyrate. Still asleep, or maybe semi-conscious, she split her legs apart, her drenched crotch pointed toward the sidewalk where passers-by wouldn't be able to keep from looking directly at it. Finally, the group of people approached her house. They were all guys in their mid-twenties and looked as though they were in search of a party somewhere. One saw her bikini top where I had left it on the little stone wall. "Hey, lookit," he started, picking it up, "someone...," and then he saw my girl. "Jesus Christ!" he half yelled, seeing this half naked girl on the verges of orgasm in front of them. The rest of the group looked on in lust, barely containing themselves. I continued to run my finger up and down on top of her lips, and she softly uttered, "Fuck me, mmm... fuck,". I stopped touching her when the guys looked at her. Since they were likely to be zeroing in on her nipples and pussy, I didn't want them to see her skin dimpling under my touch. "Goddamn," one said, "Did you hear that? She must be gettin' off in her sleep! God, look at those tits!" Turning to his friend, he asked him, "Hey, do you think she's gonna come? I mean being asleep like that?" "Shit, I don't know," he responded. "Hell, I don't really care! I just can't believe she would lie out here with no top on. I think she can get arrested for that." When I stopped fondling her she dropped a hand to her groin and slipped her fingers inside her bikini, sliding them along the lips of her throbbing vagina. "Ooh, unh..," she moaned deeply. I knew she was starting to come, watching her body shudder and hips move like she was receiving a man. The guys were all standing in a line in front of the brick wall, staring in disbelief. Then it came to me. What a perfect time to wake her up! Right when she was in the middle of orgasm, throw her into the spotlight! The crowd of guys was lust-stricken and motionless, involved in their own sexual fantasies by watching her, a few just laughing between themselves. I carefully stepped behind her and reached my arms around to her sides. And then, as she whimpered in ecstasy, I goosed her. I poked her right in the sides, where everyone I know is unbearably ticklish. "Unh!" she shrieked, her eyes breaking open. For a moment, I don't think she had any earthly idea where she was. Eyes glazed in physical delirium, she found herself suddenly startled awake and sitting in front of a group of strangers. The guys laughed uproariously, and whistled at the show she had given them. She saw them gaping at her, reality beginning to hit her. "Aiiee!" she shrieked. Her legs were spread apart, and she still had her fingers inside her bikini. Horrified, she squeezed them together and yanked her fingers out, starting to realize that she was no longer dreaming. She sat up and leaned forward on lounge chair to get up, but the booze hit her and she wavered. As she did so, she felt her tits bouncing loosely. She looked down and screamed in shock and embarrassment finding them exposed to the strangers. Her nipples were still erect, and stood out pointedly from the smooth white skin of her breasts. She threw her arms to her chest and looked up at the leering guys. "Where's my top!?" she yelled angrily. One of the guys was still holding it in his hands. He looked down at it, making the connection with its owner. "Give me it!" she screamed. Drunkenly, she pulled forward on the chair, moving awkwardly since she had to hold her arms in front of her boobs. When she was out of the chair she lunged forward at the guy with her top. She was too inebriated to feel the clothesline drag behind her and pull taut. Her bikini ties stayed fastened to the clothesline and pulled undone before she even knew they were tied. Instantly untied, her suit bottom shot off and dropped to the grass in front of the lawn chair, still tied to the clothesline. "Aaahh!" she shrieked, suddenly stripped naked in front of them. The guys laughed and whistled at her, boldly staring straight at her curly, brown pubic hair. She threw her hands down to cover her pussy, caught totally off guard by my practical joke. "Aahh!" she cried. She turned around seeing her bikini bottom a couple of feet away on the ground, tied to the clothesline. "Ohh, nice ass!" one of the guys taunted. The others laughed. "You fuckers!" she screamed, turning back, trying to cover her body. She turned back to her suit bottom and ran over to it. She bent over and grabbed a hold of it, tugging on it, but the clothesline was too strong for her to break, and she was too drunk to untie my knots. She stood back up and turned back to them, again covering herself as best as possible with her hands. "Give me my suit!" The guys laughed at her as she ran to the door. She struggled with the knob, her breasts swinging freely as she ed freely as she drunkenly fought to escape from their gaze. "Shit!" she screamed in frustration. Turning back to the crowd, she yelled, "Leave me alone!" while forgetting, in her state, that she was totally nude. She ran around the side of her house to try the front door, unconsciously giving everyone who saw her a lovely view of her body. The guys laughed uproariously at her, all now trying subtly to hide their hard-ons. Several whistled to her as she ran topless in her front door. I smiled, another mission successfully completed.