She went to the beach at every opportunity through summer, spread her towel, slicked her body with sunscreen and waited. The attraction was the life guard who was invariably on duty. He wasn't just handsome, bronzed and in shape. He seemed intelligent, sensitive, awkwardly shy, excessively polite and was obviously socially inept. She kept going, hoped he'd talk to her and wondered if her assessment was correct. She thought his deficiencies were endearing and his sincerity often left her suffused with an inexplicable warmth quite independent of the heat of summer. Obviously, others felt the same.
The other girls seemed to have more success, he talked to them. Perhaps because they wore skimpy bikinis and she was in a one piece. She thought it shouldn't matter but it seemed to. She wondered if he was gay but was almost sure he wasn't.
More than one of his admirers swam, as far as they dared, and waved their arms around to be rescued. He'd leap out of his big chair and race with pounding feet, splash through the water and swim so powerfully to their rescue. Only he didn't seem to realise it was a game. He'd pull them back to shore and go through the requirements of the surf life saver's manual, as best he could, while they smothered him with kisses and thanks and closely checked the lumps packed in his Speedos. Rue, along with all the other girls, took advantage of the opportunity to be helpful and close to him.
After being rescued one of the girls, who'd lost her bikini bottom, feigned exhaustion and needed support. As he held her to sit, with her legs wide apart, her hand just happened to fall on his package and got a very good feel as he went through the requirements of the surf life saver's manual. After that the "rescued" frequently lost a part of their bikinis but never seemed to realise, until after they were sure he'd had a very good look. The bait, in spite of becoming increasingly overt, was always inexplicably unsuccessful.
One of the girls seemed to be his favourite, a girl who always had plenty to say and was never far from him. She paraded around showing off her huge breasts, that trembled with every movement and slapped her chest when she ran. She also had a forest of pubic hair spilling out of her bikini bottoms. Was that intended or just plain ignorant?
Rue went to the beach almost every day and he never spoke to her, not once. For a while she planned to access his rescue talents but concluded it was stupid. Besides, losing a part of her one piece would be difficult, though losing a part of bikinis had a lot of appeal. At home she even had a little practice, with out clothes on she stretched her legs apart, looked down and wondered how he could reject her. She discovered the application of clear sunscreen promoted the easy separation of labia to make the visual impact more explicit and interesting. She wasn't sure if the white skin surrounded by the copper tones of her summer tan was helpful. Instead, she worked on the spectacle of applying the sunscreen and did her research. The best detail she obtained was that he lived alone. She'd worried the hairy one was living with him. It was a huge relief.
In the middle of summer she discovered Fellowship. It was a surprise to see him there. She noticed he showered before coming to Fellowship, the smell of his apple scented shampoo was distinct and some times his hair seemed a little damp. He didn't recognise her. He was too busy with Karen, she of pubic hair fame at the beach. It was sickening to watch. The manners and considerations seemed endless. A month went by and he didn't acknowledge Rue at all. Karen intruded into everything, her big tits cleared the area around him like a bulldozer blade. She had absolute control. He appeared to be her polite, involuntary supplicant.
She'd had enough.
Next week at Fellowship, Rue declared her car needed work to be done and she wouldn't be able to attend the following week. They were very helpful and she had so many offers of a ride. It was difficult though because she lived so far away. Of course, some one realised, eventually, there was some one who lived near her and they prevailed on him to offer a ride. She accepted graciously, carefully ensuring he had no avenue of escape, determined she was going to knock his socks off, while it was still summer. She had a week to think about it.
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He ran to the front door and opened it a crack. Rue was there, he caught a glimpse of her broad, toothy smile surrounded by bright, red lipstick.
"You're early."
"Not to worry," she said, as her hand extended to push the door open and reveal him, dressed in only a bath towel. She looked at his torso, the fine delineation of muscle was tantalising.
"Come in," he found himself saying, her momentum to come inside having already been established. He turned and led the way as Rue followed him to the lounge room. He felt awkward as water dripped from his hair and rolled down his body. She could smell the apple scented shampoo. He indicated a chair she could sit in as she waited and told her to help herself to coffee in the kitchen.
He turned to go, still holding the bath towel around him and glanced at a clock. Twenty five minutes early, he rushed to get ready. He was beginning to regret offering her a ride. When he turned to go into his bed room he was surprised by her lithe, athletic body brushing against him as she walked past.
She sat on his bed, her pink shirt was bright on his grey quilt. It was a spacious bedroom, the bed was large and tidy. Her skin glowed as the sun light, with its more than generous warmth, streamed through the window on her left. Along one wall was a wardrobe and next to it a chest of drawers with a bowl of seashells on top beside his surf life saver's manual.
"Don't mind me, we can talk as you get ready." She gave him another grin, her bright, red lips seemed huge. He had no idea what to say, his surprise was so complete.
"I wasn't sure what to wear," she told him, determined to retain her advantage. "I thought about my yellow summer top. It suits my black hair, but its cut might be a little too adventurous for Fellowship." She gave him a wistful smile. "They are a little bit stuffy at Fellowship. If I had tits as big as Karen's it would be acceptable. She always shows so much cleavage and has plenty left over to fill out the sides. I'm not so lucky. I'd have to expose all my tits to show as much as her." Her eyes flicked down to look at her chest. Then they stole a look at his swimmer's torso. "It's not fair. She never shows us the most interesting bits."
He laughed.
"Sure, Karen has big tits, but you have lovely tits. There is nothing inferior about you."
She grinned again.
"Thank you. Next week, when I go to the beach, I want to wear a bikini- a sexy bikini. I don't want to look like a five year old."
He was looking in the wardrobe for clothes. After choosing light denim pants and a summery shirt he clutched at his towel as he moved to the drawer for socks and jocks.
"What about Sue's tits?" she asked, "Do you like them?" She didn't like him ignoring her.
"Hers are like Karen's. They don't bounce like yours." He tried to pull the drawer out. It was jammed. One hand wasn't enough.
"You know, I thought about going with out a bra. That's some thing Karen and Sue can't do- but can I? Bras are so uncomfortable in Summer." She was sitting up on the bed with her tits thrust forward to show him.
"Maybe you're lucky," he reassured her, trying to be cool. "I don't think you need a bra like they do." He was standing, awkwardly, being polite and wondering what to do. Again she grinned, her red lips so beautiful.
"You don't seem certain. Perhaps this will help." Her hands went behind her back and then, through the sleeves of her shirt she pulled her bra.
"Wow," he wasn't sure what to say. She smoothed her shirt with her hands to show her tits. He could see the bumps of her nipples as the fabric was pulled taut.
"I think I look much better without a bra." She was moving around to show him every angle, looking at him as she waited for his response. He agreed and added that bras made women look unnatural. She undid a button and pulled her shirt into place.
"At least the bra isn't showing," she said, as she regarded the small amount of cleavage. She undid another three buttons and pulled her shirt into place again.
"I don't think they'd approve at fellowship." He could see the edge of a nipple. She laughed.
"I don't really care what they think. Karen and Sue show off their tits all the time, but I never do because mine aren't as big. When is it going to be my turn?" She undid the final button and held the halves of her shirt in her hands. The room was quiet. The front of his towel was changing shape, it was the only thing moving in the room. Even the glints of the sun in her hair were still as she studied him.
"Do you dare me?" she asked, breaking the stillness, her big, brown eyes twinkled.
"I dare you," he responded. His hand on the towel tightened its grip.
"Don't touch me." Her bright red lips stretched in to an easy smile. Slowly her hands moved and her shirt opened. Her tits came into view, nipples so pink and beautiful on mounds so smooth and round. She sat and waited.
"They're beautiful," he told her.
"Thank you," and with a finger she gave a nipple a tweak. "I don't understand why I have to keep my tits covered." She lay back across the bed and watched as as she continued to play with her nipples. He was still at the sock drawer, trying to get it open.
"You know, just because I have small tits doesn't mean I'm less feminine." She cupped her tits with her hands.
"Karen's tits are enormous. It doesn't mean yours are small," he reassured.
"I'm as female as Karen."
"Yes." He was waiting for her to finish so he could quickly open the sock drawer.
"I think I'm actually more female than Karen. I'm healthier, fitter." She lifted her feet so they were on the edge of the bed. "I don't want any one laughing at me because I'm in a bikini." With her head and shoulders leaning on the wall she looked balanced, comfortable. Her skirt barely covered her. He couldn't help but look.
"I like what I've got." Her hand went to the bottom of her lilac skirt and between thumb and finger she held the hem. He stopped fiddling with the drawer.
"Why should women be embarrassed?" Slowly, she began to drag the hem of her skirt up her body. He watched her pink panties come into view.
"Do I need to prove I'm a woman?" Her skirt was rising above her panties.
"No." He was looking. She could see the bump in the front of his towel getting bigger. She swiped the tip of her tongue over her red, upper lip.
"I don't understand why we can be arrested for indecent exposure."
"True," he agreed. He was wondering where this was going.
"I don't think any part of us is indecent." Her skirt was well above her panties. They were slightly transparent and he could see the shadow of a thin vertical line underneath. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other.
"I should be able to show who ever I like. I'm good enough. I can share. I shouldn't need a bikini. Why should I have tan lines?" She dropped her skirt and slid a finger under the elastic around the leg of her panties.
"I agree." She could see the shape of the bump in the front of his towel was well defined and had grown very much larger. Slowly she moved the crutch of her panties. He didn't move, not even to blink. When she'd gathered her panties to the side and exposed the thin dark line, she moved her other hand from her breast.
"Want to see?" she asked, "But, don't touch."
"Yes." Slowly she opened herself to show her palate of pink.
