I was on Bournemouth beach alone and bored. My husband had to work, my girlfriends were busy and I was not going to spend the day at home when I could be catching up on some sun.
I lay on my towel and tried to read my book but it was too bright. I rolled over and put the book on the sand so that I could read it that way. I became aware of a three guys who had chosen to sit behind me and were pretending to not even know I was there.
I grinned to myself, like most women, I love to be watched, and I was half naked so it mean I was worth looking at.
I sat up and got out the sun tan cream and spread it on my arms and chest and then lay down again. An old boy-friend had told me that when a woman lies on her back in a swim suit, the waist part stretches across the hip bones and makes someone behind think they can see down them. I lifted my head to check and it was true that there was a gap between the material and my body.
I turned over and rested my head on my arms, and doing so was able to glance back at the guys who were again pretending not to see me. Two of them were wearing shorts but the other wore that suit that competition swimmer wear, look a bit like briefs.
I reached behind me and undid the clasp of the bra and shrugged the straps off and noticed from the corner of my eye how they were goggly eyed and nudging each other.
I lay back down and soaked up the sun for a while and then leaned up a bit so as to show my chest a bit more, I could feel just how much was showing and I let them see nearly down to the nipple. As I got comfortable again I could see that two of them guys were hard and the other had his hands over his groin area.
I lay there again wondering if they'd ever come and talk but nothing happened, except one of them went to the sea, probably to cool off.
I was still alone, so I started to sit up, "forgetting" that my bra was undone before flopping down to do it up again. I heard a gasp from the guys and glared at them in mock indignation as I did it up.
I picked up my purse and wrapping my sarong around me waist I went up to the prom and bought an ice cream. I had to queue for a few minutes and realised that they guys had followed me and were in fact directly behind me. I thought that this is where they made their move on me and was wondering how I was to react, but instead I bought the ice cream and walked back to my towel without being spoken to but conscious of their eyes on my back.
I decided to go to the sea and walked along the edge eating my ice cream and letting the waves ripple over my feet, After a while I turned and made my way back and noticed the guys all in the water and playing around with a ball and showing off like they do. I stood watching them and using my tongue on the ice cream in what I hoped was a suggestive way.
After a few minutes, the ball was thrown very near to me and I picked it up to toss it back but one of the guys was next to me almost immediately and took it from me. He said "Thanks" and threw it to one of his friends.
What was wrong with these guys, how much of an opening did I have to give them?
I walked a bit further along the beach and again the ball came after me and splashed me as it landed at my feet. This time I bent over to pick it up and quikcly turned and threw it to the nearest guy. He tossed it back again and soon we were all playing ball.
It got a bit silly for a while with each of them doing sillier things but they calmed down and when one of them threw the ball so that it landed between me and one his friends we both swam for it and got there both together. I let him have the ball but as I backed off, I let my foot touch his leg and I saw his eyes widen.
After that it developed to games, and of course I had to be the one who climbed on their shoulders and squealed as I wobbled.
Then we had a mock fight, me sitting on Jake's shoulders and trying to wrestle Greg off of John's shoulders.
They took the opportunity to accidentally touch me and I could feel that I was getting warm and wet, not just from sun and sea.
I was finally defeated and was pushed off and made sure that as I submerged I bumped into Greg's groin.
Then John dived under and between Jake's legs, then someone else and they looked at me. What could I do?
I dived under and made sure that as I passed under Greg I brushed quite hard against him and when I did the same to John, my hand trailed up his leg but stopping short of my target area.