"I'm off, Mum. I'm spending some time at the beach. Going to work on my tan a bit."
"OK, love. Have fun, but watch the sun-bathing. You can get burnt, you know."
"You worry too much. I'll take care. Bye."
Heather headed out the door. She had the weekend free. No work. No current boyfriend to worry about. Just her and the beach and any friends she might run into there.
Arriving at the beach Heather soon met up with several other friends, some couples, some singles. All just joining in for a relaxing day, a bit of swimming, sun-bathing and some casual flirting.
After lunch, Erica came wandering over to chat with Heather. She had a suggestion to make.
"Heather, I want to get a tan without any lines showing, but I'm not going topless here with everyone watching. How about coming up into the dunes with me where we can sun-bath topless for a while and keep an eye out for each other?"
"Why not?" Heather laughed. "I was intending to work on my tan for a while, anyway."
Both girls headed off away from the crowd, seeking a little privacy, finally finding a reasonably secluded spot. They could hear the murmur of the people on the beach but no-one was inclined to head away from the water to where they were, so they could quite safely go topless for a while.
After rubbing on some sunscreen (tanning good, burning bad) the girls relaxed on their towels, idly chatting and listening to music on their phones. They had passed a lazy hour in idle contentment before Erica received a phone call. She looked at the display and groaned.
"It's my mother," she said. "I'm going to have to go. She's ringing to remind me that my Grandmother is coming around and I'm supposed to be there. I'd forgotten about that."
She reached for the phone. "Hullo, Mum. I haven't forgotten. I'm leaving now."
Erica sighed. "Sorry to have to leave you in the lurch like this but duty calls."
"Or your mother does," murmured Heather with a smile. "You go. I'm staying here for a little longer. One of us had better get a decent tan."
Now by herself, Heather laid back, closed her eyes and listened to her music while enjoying the sun. She wasn't sure what alerted her but she suddenly she sensed she wasn't alone. Opening her eyes she glanced around and saw a man standing there, looking at her. She frowned up at him, trying to see who it was, her sight slightly obscured by the sun behind him.
"That's what made me look," she thought. "His shadow is on my face."
Heather squinted a bit harder and suddenly it clicked.
Fighting the urge to cover her breasts, Heather scowled at the intruder. "Hullo, Paul. Don't you know it's rude to stare?" she said, a touch of pique in her voice as she wondered how long he had been watching her.
"Is it?" asked Paul. "I always thought beautiful things were there to be looked at and admired. I've always thought you had magnificent breasts, and now I know for sure. They are quite lovely and deserve to be looked at."
Heather could feel her nipples tightening as Paul spoke. Frantically ignoring this and praying that Paul wouldn't notice she replied to his observation.
"Well, you've looked. Now go away. I want to finish working on my tan."
Paul smiled and strolled forward, moving down to stand at her feet.
Heather fumed as he continued to blatantly look her over, spending far too much time examining her breasts. She was not going to be coerced into covering them. He'd have his fun teasing her and then go away.
"So it's rude to stare," murmured Paul. "I wonder if you practice what you preach?"
"What do you mean?" asked Heather, puzzled. Then she noticed that he was sliding his bathers off and was standing there nude.
Heather found herself staring at his crotch. His penis was on display and even as she looked she could see it thickening and rising. She was fascinated. Although she'd had a couple of serious boyfriends and wasn't a virgin, she wasn't overly experienced and while she had seen erections before she had never seen a cock moving from small and flaccid to that more exciting stage.
Heat was rising from deep within her. She could feel herself getting damp and she knew her nipples were now standing proud. Heather flushed and tried to drag her eyes away from that erection.
"You're staring," said Paul.
Heather jerked her eyes up to his face, flushed and oddly excited.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded. "Put your bathers back on."
"Not yet," said Paul. "What am I doing? I'll let you take a few guesses."
Moving smoothly but swiftly, Paul knelt next to Heather, his hands moving to the sides of Heather's bikini bottom and undoing the ties before she realised what was happening. He then flicked the bottom down, leaving her exposed to his appreciative gaze.
"I see you shave," Paul observed to a stunned Heather, "and yes, I know I'm staring again. You're made to be looked at."
"I have to cover up," thought Heather, without moving. "I can't just lie here naked in front of him."
Paul paused to see if Heather was going to react adversely to his little stunt, but from what he could see she was slightly stunned and a lot more excited. Her nipples were standing out and, as she was lying there with her legs slightly apart, he could see that her pussy was swelling, lips slightly parted and a gleam of moisture showing along her slit.
Reaching down, Paul calmly placed a hand on the inside of Heather's ankle and gently drew her leg to the side, noting with interest that her other leg moved naturally in the other direction, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable.
