It was supposed to be a normal Sunday at the beach. But it turned into anything but that.
It was a warm -- moving to hot -- Sunday morning as I finished my ocean swim -- from the South Head to North head of Bondi beach and back again. I exited the water at the Southern end and jogged the hundred meters or so towards my gear which I'd left on the sand, not that far from the Bondi Baths..
The swim was one aspect of my regular exercise; something I tried to do several times a week. After work or Uni during Summer when daylight saving applied, and all year late mornings on Saturdays and Sundays.
Being late spring, it was early enough in the season the water was still cool, indeed cold, and it had left me feeling chilled, even though, at this hour, the warmth of the sun felt nice on my back.
When I reached my gear, I lightly towelled myself, then spread the towel on the sand, pulled a book I was half way through reading from my bag, put on a very loosely woven Bermudian style cane hat to protect my head and face from the worst of the sun, and lay face down on my towel to let the warmth of the sun permeate my body.
Opening the book where I'd last read it, I put it on the sand and lifted my head enough to read it while my head was supported by my arms folded under my chin.
I'd only been there long enough to read a couple of pages when a couple of girls came and spread their towels to sit right in front of me. The beach was crowded but not so crowded that it justified the closeness of their towels. Still, I didn't feel any sense they were intruding on my personal space, so certainly wasn't peeved by their placement of them
My view under the pulled down rim of the hat let me see only half way up the length of their lower legs without lifting my head, although by lifting my eyes I could make out most of their bodies nearly up to their navels through the loose weave of the hat.
There was a slender shapeliness about what I could see that suggested they were rather young and very attractive adults.
Wanting to perve without being seen to perve, I avoided lifting my head, pretending to keep reading, and waited for them to either settle on the towels or head off for a swim, which would have at least let me turn my head and get a view of their arses pending their return from the water.
After dropping what seemed to be some white mini skirts down their legs and kicking them to the side, they sat down, feet towards me, their arms behind their backs supporting their upper bodies as they faced out towards the breakers. They were chatting animatedly in what I thought most likely to be a Nordic language, giggling and nudging each other a lot as they did so.
The sight that presented to me was enough to distract me from my book.
The glimpse I'd got as they started to sit down had already told me their slender figure gave them a substantial thigh gap. Now their legs were spread comfortably apart, leaving me a view straight up between them. My first impressions of their shapely figures weren't wrong. Their bikini bottoms were tiny little thongs; a narrow rectangle of material which sat low on the front of each of their mons, narrowing to a mere string at the back of their barely covered vulvas, that disappeared completely between the cheeks of their bottom; all tautly pulled against the features of their bodies.
Looking up through the weave of the hat I could see some delectable breasts covered in the equally minimalist triangles of a string tie top, the scene being delightfully framed by long blonde hair cascading down either side of them. The scene became even more delightful as they both narrowed their bikini top triangles to only just cover their nipples and areolas, presumably to sun their breasts and minimise the tan lines. But if the truth be known, teasing little arcs of raised areolas were clearly visible
I can't deny that I was transfixed by the sight. Fearful that if I raised my head the girls might feel uncomfortably positioned, I continued with my 'reading a book' head angle, even turning unread pages, while my eyes swam in the vista.
It was greatly enhanced by the conversation between the girls, which became increasingly animated and, without me being able to understand a word of what they were saying, clearly very amusing. They were nudging and playfully gently pushing each other from time to time, each sideways rocking of their bodies seemingly threatening to dislodge what little coverage either their vulvas or breasts had and causing their breasts to erotically juggle.
I could feel my cock swell to a certain extent in response. Not a fantastic thing to have happen, since all I had on was a pair of racing briefs style swimwear. It might not be fashionable, but you don't want to swim a couple of K's with the legs of a pair of board-shorts flapping against your thighs. Still, it wasn't too bad. I felt I still might have been able to stand up and display what was there without too much embarrassment.
That changed somewhat when the girl on the right -- my right -- started to show more than a little arousal. I watched the movement in the gusset of her tightly fitted bikini as her vulva opened and her labia spread apart; first her outer labia and then even one side of her inner labia escaping the confines of her bikini gusset, leaving me a sense that a mere millimetre of movement in her gusset with reveal both her vaginal opening and her clit.
Curious, I raised my vision to see her nipples were turning onto high beam too.
Her friend had obviously noticed it as accompanied by what was obviously some very playful words, she slipped her fingers inside the top and tweaked the hardened nipple of the aroused girl. The aroused girl giggled out something in response, as she pulled her friends hand out of her top, completely exposing her breast as she did so and then gropped her friends crutch with one hand and tweaked her nipple with the other.
There was a playful, noisy and certainly not very serious, wrestle as the friend tried to pull her hand away, the one on the right even losing her balance and falling back on her towel; the other girl leaning over her as she continued to grope her sexual zones and the other tried defending herself by pulling her hands away; all accompanied by very girlie giggling and squealing. The girl on the left was showing her arousal too; like really showing it. The gusset of her bikini had been pulled aside as she fell back exposing both her vagina and clit as she continued to wrestle with her friend to keep her bikini top in place.
It sort of confirmed for me a suspicion that, whatever they been talking about had an erotic element to it. I might not have known what words they were saying, but there was something I had detected in the intonation of their talking, that whatever it was was pretty sexual.
But there was more than two people aroused by all of that. Not surprisingly, I now had a full boner; or at least as full as it can be while captured curled up very uncomfortably in a pair of racing briefs pushed into the sand.
It was so uncomfortable, I had to do something about it. I raised my bum momentarily off my towel, hoping that would be enough to let it straighten out. But, even when I tried surging it, it wasn't going to straighten of its own accord.
Bringing my right arm from under my chin and putting it down alongside my body, I lifted my bum again and reached under to straighten out the material of my swimmers, letting my erection straighten and align itself with my body. Unfortunately in the process I'd lifted the somewhat loosely tied waistband away from my stomach and the top of my erection escaped from my swimmers. Deciding I didn't want to attract any more attention from the girls than I had to I dropped my bum onto my towel again without rectifying that issue. It could wait.
In any case, by now I was wondering if the girls weren't lesbians. Not that it mattered except to take away any optimistic feeling I had that I might somehow be able to chat them up.
I'd deliberately chosen a moment when the girls were occupied with their wrestle, hoping they wouldn't notice what I was doing. But I instinctively blushed when the girl on the left, in a giggling voice and distracted by something in my general direction, said something at the same time I dropped my bum onto my towel and then they both burst out laughing as the girl on the right raised her head to see whatever was amusing the other. The odds seemed against it, but I could only hope she hadn't noticed and guessed at what I had just done and its implications.
But having a straight hard cock only increased the randiness that the sight in front of me generated. Their wrestle and fight for modesty wasn't quite over. In the time before the girl on her back with the exposed vagina, seemed to declare a draw with her friend, re-positioned her bikini top and sat back up I was already mentally fucking her; my cock aching with desire and surging and pumping out pre-cum with the thought.
I did after all have a view of aroused womanhood -- and this applied to both of them - that was uncommon. When I've gone down on a girl, I've usually only had the briefest view of her vagina and even then, mostly from an acute angle. Now I had a prolonged view from a low angle; teased further by the way the girls were playfully, and very sexually, wrestling with each other. Aroused and open as it was, I could almost see up her vagina. So mentally fucking her went way beyond a desire. It was a mental picture of my shaft entering that dark void I could see, penetrating itself all the way in, me lying over her already prone body and fucking away at her.
Which was why it surprised me when, as she sat up, the same girl asked me in a heavy, what I took to be Swedish accent...
