A Day at the Beach

A day at the beach 2

It was an hour later I went back to my car, dripping wet from the last rescue. All I had by way of a change of clothes was an old t shirt and a dry pair of club speedos -- kept so I had something dry to wear home instead of sitting on my car seat in wet gear. Plus I had some running shoes; kept there for when I do go for a run after a day at the beach.

I decided to go to the unit dressed as I was, shoving the extra gear with my towel in a bag.

Even though it had been a busy afternoon in terms of rescues, in the hour since the girls had headed back to the unit, I'd had time to contemplate the situation I'd got myself into.

It was by no means an unpleasant situation, but it was certainly...well... bizarre. Two stunningly attractive sisters had picked me off the beach for the specific purpose of having sex with me. Not just once it seemed, but rather for a day of what seemed like almost continuous sex. I mean, that's not something that happens very often, is it? Well, not to me anyway.

Were they just using me?

In a way, yes. But I can't say I wasn't enjoying being used. And it was after all using me in the nicest possible way. They were more than beautiful. Everything I'd seen about them indicted they were really nice people too; ones it was a pleasure to be around.

When I got to the unit, a press of the button next to the door had the girls give me access to the building to find Annika standing at the unit door, holding it open by the time I stepped out of the lift. They were both still in bikinis, Laila sunning herself out on the patio.

I was no longer dripping wet, but my shorts were soaked and the lower half of my suntop, even though I'd taken it off to go into the water, pretty wet around the bottom half from resting against the shorts. I asked Annika if I could get changed in the bathroom.

She smiled at me,,,

"We've seen it before. You don't have to go in the bathroom you know. But if it makes you feel better, of course."

I could relate to her challenge. But force of habit and the fact my clothes were wet, made me want to use the bathroom. I slipped off my boardies, the speedos under them and my suntop, slipping on the dry pair of speedos. I wondered about the t shirt. The girls were running around in swimmers and the day was certainly warm enough not to need a top to avoid being cold.

I decided to leave it off. I rinsed in fresh water my wet, salt encrusted clothes, then carrying my dry top in one hand and the wet gear in the other; made a bee line for the patio to hang the latter over the rail in the sun, to get them to dry quickly.

The girls were sitting at the patio table. As I turned away from the rail, Annika stood up and signalled for me to sit on the Ottoman she'd been sitting on...

"Would you like a beer?"

"That would be lovely."

Annika disappeared inside and came back with three beers and a plate with cheese and crackers. After placing them on the table, she sat across my lap again.

Running her hand across my chest, she commented...

"Your muscles are very firm and your body is very...what's the expression...ah, yes. Ripped. Have you been saving lots of people and swimming around?"

'We had to go in the water to help a few people out, So yes, I had to do a bit of swimming. But it was no big deal."

"Maybe not, but it is still a very impressive body you have. Very attractive to us girls."

I had no response to that comment. I was of course flattered, but my first inclination was to downplay it; although, even there, I couldn't think of a suitable reply. In any case events overtook me as after a brief pause, Annika added...

"You body seems to be pleased in what it sees in us girls too."

As before, Annika had sat across my lap in a way that left her thigh resting on top of the tip of my swimmer encased manhood. With a combination of her breasts right under my eyes, Laila's thrusting perkily right in front of me across the table, with her legs spread far enough apart to display the way her bikini pants were drawn tightly into her crease and the physical stimulation of Annika's gorgeous body in all sorts of intimate contact with me, my manhood had responded.

My erection, as it grew, once again slid across the underside of her thigh and the tip ended up in her crease. But this time I was at least unphased by it, even if Annika caught me by surprise as she stood up and announced...

"I should let Laila sit on your lap. After all she was the one that chose you for us to have sex with."

I was left momentarily dumbfounded by that last statement as Laila quickly took over Annika's position on my lap; squirming around on it to make sure the end of my erection was firmly embedded in her crease.

There was something in the way she put it, combined with an earlier comment that indicated they knew in advance what my program for the day would be and it wasn't a spur of the moment interaction...

"When did she chose me?"

"Yesterday."

"When yesterday?"

"When you came out of the water for your swim across the bay and we saw you have lifesaver swimwear on."

Laila's hands were all over me. She'd shown through the day a liking for running her hand through my hair. But now with the other hand, she was stroking my chest and occasionally feeling up my biceps...

"I'm confused. How did you know I'd be back down the beach today?"

"We heard you talking to Carol as you stood duty yesterday."

Laila, who to a certain extent had let Annika do all the talking for them both, cut in...

"As you know, Annika and I wanted to have sex with an Australian lifesaver. So we hung at at the beach near the lifeguard station to watch you all. We saw you drop off some gear before you went into the water to do your lap of the beach.

When you came back all pumped up from the swimming, I couldn't take my eyes off this tall, hansom, strong, muscular man. And as I watched and heard you interact with the women at the station you struck me as a really nice man too. We saw how much the girls there seemed to enjoy your presence and made a point of hugging you both when you arrived and when you left. And Annika liked the look of you too.

So we heard you tell Carol you'd be down for a lap of the beach, but didn't start duty until a later time today.

So we made sure we were down there when you went for a swim and positioned ourselves near you when you laid down on the beach."

My head was spinning...

"What were you two giggling about when you sat in front of me?"

Laila blushed and went silent. For a moment, Annika hesitated too...

"Laila was imagining having sex with you and fantasising about what she'd like to do with your strong, beautiful body before and afterwards...and wondering about the size of your erection. But I am guilty too. We both talked about how we should have sex with you."

Then added...

"Do you feel we...I think you call it, objectified you?"

I smiled...

"Well, it sounds like I was objectified, but I'm not complaining. It has been a delight to meet a pair of lovely women like yourselves."

"And have sex with us?"

"Yes, and have sex with you too."

I got the conversation to move back to them. Their father did turn out to be a rich industrialist in Sweden. And while I didn't push it too far, I got the impression we were talking very, very rich. Like possibly billionaire rich.

He was funding their holiday without any great limitations being put on it, and also their education. But I had to give him credit that he was trying to make the girls see the ordinary side of life too.

If they wanted it, eventually he saw them working in his business. But before that they had to get out in the real world. Laila's history teaching was part of that. She'd studied to be a teacher and would do that for a couple of years before studying business. Annika was already studying for a Masters in Business, but working part time in a small retail shop.

Their dad might fund a holiday now and then, but didn't buy them expensive cars or clothes, or other markers of spoilt children of the rich.

They had a confidence which let them seek what they wanted -- such as picking me up -- but not any arrogance about it that I could detect. They didn't seem to boast, about their fortitude of being born into the wealthy, to the world either, not being that keen on social media. Indeed, I wasn't far wrong in thinking the picture of us fucking was in fact at least partly for their walls (or at least a secret diary) and maybe shared with a small number of close friends.

Oh, and it came out their mother was French; which helped explain why they seemed far more tactile than I understood the Swedes to be.

But in the course of that conversation, they extracted from me the fact I was also a University student -- studying law.

Having disclosed their stalking of me and 'objectification' (using their word) of me, they seemed keen to make sure I wasn't offended. Given the enjoyment I'd had of their company -- and I mean by that more than the sex -- I couldn't honesty reassure them I was pleased it worked out how it did and flattered they'd chosen me.

But that sort of led to a discussion of their sexual histories.

Laila, as already disclosed had only had a single boyfriend; and then only for a year. Evidently he was a pretty dud lover, giving her just enough foreplay to get himself into her and then prematurely squirting; all without compensating with a bit of fingering or going down on her to give her a climax. And she took great delight in telling me his manhood was much smaller than mine and that mine felt much better inside her and did things for her that his never came close to doing.

Let me assure that, as far as I know, I am close to a normal size, so her boyfriend must have been the one who was too small.

But having worked herself up to give him a good bagging out, she finished by saying that, before we separated, she wanted to have a go at going down on me to see what it was like.

Annika had two serious boyfriends in her life; by which she meant boys she'd had sex with. She took that opportunity to stress neither she nor Laila had ever before had sex outside a committed relationship. But they were on a special holiday and had decided to break their norm.

She didn't share Laila's disappointment with them. In bed they were what she described as ordinary but sort of adequate most of the time. But as people, in the sense of their personalities, they were even more very ordinary, but in a different sense. They were children of her father's circle of rich acquaintances and more than a bit spoilt and self focused.

Which, she indicated, is why when they came to the famous Bondi Beach, they wanted to make out with a lifesaver. And having found there were both professional ones and volunteer ones, they thought a volunteer one would be more of a departure from the sort of people Annika had mixed with.

As the afternoon moved to early evening, Annika indicated...

"We thought it would be nice to take you out to dinner tonight. We made a booking at the Ice Bergs.

We heard it was very nice."

I was surprised they got a booking. On Sundays at this time of year it is generally booked out. I dare not ask how they managed that. But I also had to let them know it was well outside my price range. They way they put it had inferred they we picking up the bill -- which for me is the reverse of what happens on a date -- but they confirmed that, indicating they wanted to give me a special treat for being so nice to them.

My second response was that I didn't have any suitable clothing and would have to go home to get some. It wasn't the sort of place you could turn up to in board shorts and a t shirt.

They'd already fixed that too. They'd bought me a pair of tailored style shorts and a button up collared shirt as they'd come home from the beach and they'd checked that the running shoes they'd seen in my car were acceptable footwear.

They had all the bases covered, so I could do little but politely accept their kind invitation.

But after a long day at the beach it was sensible of me to shower before dinner. While they intended to do the same, they offered for me first go.

I just finished my ablutions and turned on the shower, when there was a knock at the bathroom door...

"Are you in the shower yet?"

"Yes."

"Good"

Annika entered the room with Laila right behind...

"I've got your toothbrush."

She put it on the sink, but instead of exiting the room, sat on the toilet seat while Laila sat closer to me, on the edge of the bathtub over which the shower was placed, within splashing distance.

Annika asked...

"Have you ever been to the Icebergs place?"

The fact was I hadn't; but I quickly got the impression the question was nothing more than the start of small talk that justified them staying in the room. I wasn't really sure why they felt that was necessary. After all I'd been hanging around them in nothing more than a pair of speedos for quite some time. I wasn't entirely sure, if this was just a case of objectifying my body, how the extra degree of nakedness really changed things that much.

But I noticed Laila, especially, focused a lot on my penis; almost to the extent of it being a 'hay, I'm up here" moment.

I was more amused than phased by the situation; even after my own objectification of their bodies in tiny bikinis, while I stood naked in front of them, caused me to become aroused -- making Laila's focus on my shaft even more intense.

Annika of course commented on it, but I just shrugged my shoulders and admitted it was a natural result of their presence in the face of my nakedness.

Since they'd come in, I'd sort of started on the top of my body -- washing my hair -- and leisurely moved down from there; feeling absolutely no compulsion to speed up my showering and frankly somewhat enjoying the situation.

As my soapy hand moved down my stomach to the next area, Laila stood up in front of me...

"I'll do that."

Laila took the block of soap, wetted her hands and soaped them up before wrapping them around my erection, running her hands up and down it...

"It's big and very hard, isn't it."

I couldn't resist the urge to surge it in her hands as I replied...

"I think they're meant to be hard to do their job. As for big, I suspect it's pretty normal."

"Not compared to the other one I've seen."

She washed -- fondled really -- my balls before adding...

"I'll do down your legs too."

Which she did, before running her hands back up them and briefly playing with my cock again.

As I turned myself around under the shower, I indicated...

"Well, I'd better get out and let you guys have a turn."

Laila immediately chipped in...

"I'm next."

Not waiting for me to step out, or even take off her bikini, she stepped into the shower; all but blocking my exit path with her body crowded intimately against mine...

"Can you take off my bikini please?"

She turned around to let me pull the strings on her top. I figured there was no harm in brushing my hand across her nipples as I detached the clingy wet top from her breasts and set it aside. Then she turned around facing me and I knelt down to pull the pants down her legs; leaving me facing directly into her exposed crotch. I looked up to see her smirking down at me...

"Do you like what you see?"

"Yes."

I kissed her mons and looked up at her again...

"Is that all you're going to do?"

"You mean...?"

"Yes."

"But your sister is here."

"She'll enjoy watching. She thinks I've been a bit deprived until now and she likes to see me make up for it."

I looked at Annika, who nodded her head...

"I'll leave if you want me to, but it is pretty arousing watching your sister get fucked."

I stood up and pushed myself against Laila, cupping her breast in one hand while I embraced her with the other and french kissed her.

She took my shaft and placed it between her legs, moving it about until I felt the tip enter the warm void of her clearly aroused vagina. The hands she put on my bottom encouraged me to fully penetrate her. That was all very nice but, if I simply started thrusting, it gave me little chance of bringing her to an orgasm. I'd be no better than her last boyfriend; except with a bigger cock.

This wasn't the first time I'd had sex in the shower. I resorted to a trick I'd tried before.

Bending my knees and withdrawing to a shallower penetration, I thrust a short distance, then, withdrew, slid the tip of my cock across her clit and couple of times, then shallowly penetrated her again. Bending my knees also lowered my height, letting my comfortably suck her nipples, playing with the other one with my hand, since for both she and Annika, their nipples seemed to contribute a lot to their move to orgasm. Besides which, they were a delight to suck and play with..

Laila quickly got the idea of how I was stimulating her and put her hand down to make sure my cock both maximised the stimulation of her clit and found itself back in her vagina as I penetrated her each time.

Her humming moan quickly told me I was having the right effect one her.

After two minutes of that she came; her legs noticeably going weak on her as she momentarily sunk herself down on to full penetration of my erection and sort of suspending herself on it. Recovering, she stood up again embraced me and went into her full on post orgasmic, oxytocin driven passion. Her hands were all over me as she almost swallowed my face in the process of french kissing me and she started bouncing up and down on my shaft.

I gave her a few moments to let that burn out. But the way she was bouncing on me was a bit uncomfortable and, while it would probably make me cum eventually, it wouldn't be a great one.

Instead I pinned her to the wall with my own body and controlled the thrusts; fairly long, medium speed thrusts that terminated gently against her vaginal opening.

She surrendered to me that level of control and gripped me moderately tightly; enough to stimulate me to an orgasm, while leaving me at least some time to enjoy it.

It wasn't that long before I felt my balls brew up as a prelude to some mind blowing pulses rushing up my shaft as I emptied yet another load of cum into her.

That sent her into another pashing session during which I withdrew my still hard erection from her; letting me wash it before Laila took over the soap, handed me the shampoo and asked me to wash her hair while she started soaping herself.

By the time I'd finished washing and rinsing her hair, she seemed to have completed whatever body washing she intended.

Annika sensed Laila was finished and stood up and, gently but without hesitation pulled Laila from the shower...

"It is my turn. Tony might not have sex with me, but he can help me wash myself."

Laila took the hint, stepped out of the shower and started drying herself as Annika stepped in and, like Laila had, asked me to strip her out of he bikini.

By the time I'd finished that delightful task -- which I did at my own pace -- Laila had dried herself and left the room.

Annika handed me the soap and stood there as I started at the top with her hair, and worked my way down her body; soaping it more throughout than I normally would myself.

When I reached her breasts, Annika told me I should spend a bit more time washing those because it feels so good to have me do it. I was still washing them, when Annika said in a soft voice...

"Don't be put off by or think less of her because of Laila's...I suppose you'd call it, excessive sexuality. He boyfriend was not very nice and she feels the many other guys who've chased after her show nothing more than a desire to...what I think you would call...either getting into her pants or access to her father's money. So she's cautious, but that caution leaves her lonely and sexually frustrated. She's revelling at the moment in having what she feels is some control over her sexuality and making up for lost time. I know in a way, that means you might feel like she's using you but she does it with a good heart. She is very enamoured of you."