Eddie looked up at the sun, judging its angle in the sky, then turned his back to it and saw his shadow directly in front of him. That's where he laid is towel on the sand. He quickly peeled off his shirt and undid his shorts, dropping both to the far end of the towel to use as a pillow. Adjusting his cock in the tight pouch of his black Speedo bathers, he laid back and let the sun pour down on his skin.
He'd brought a book, but didn't open it yet. After the swim, he thought; for now, he was just thrilled to be lying supine in the sun, nearly nude, the perspiration beginning to glaze his skin. He loved being at the beach, particularly Brighton Beach. There are always so many beautiful young Russian women, in skimpy bikinis which they pull even tighter against their hard, firm bodies. Triangle tops are adjusted to cover just the bare minimum for legal purposes; girls lying on their bellies tuck the fabric covering their asses into the crack, making impromptu thongs. Eddie watched his neighbours from behind the anonymity of his dark glasses and felt his cock begin to swell against the fabric of his Speedos. But it was time for a swim, time to get into the water.
It was crowded, a hot summer Sunday that brought a good portion of the neighbourhood to the edge of the sea, this meeting of sand and shore. He swam out a bit in the gentle swells of salt water, and then got a bit of exercise by swimming parallel to the beach between three or four lifeguard stands. Eddie loved the feeling in his chest as his muscles propelled him through the water. When he was done, he stayed there, floating on his back, watching the beach, checking out the girls coming off their towels to the water's edge before gradually slipping into the surf.
One girl in particular caught his eye. She had short blonde hair and wore a small red string bikini which barely covered her petite frame and tiny tits, the ties highlighting her slender hips. Eddie thought he recognised her from a blanket near to his own. If he recalled correctly, she was alone. He imagined how nice it would be to suck on those tits; it was a particular attraction for him. Making his way out of the surf he passed close by her. She was pretty too, and for a moment their eyes met as Eddie realised she was checking him out as well. And why not, he worked hard to keep his body in good shape, despite his years. Though the cool water checked his previous erection, he still supported a decent sized bulge in the pouch of his Speedos. Back at his towel, Eddie laid down on his belly letting the sun dry the droplets of water from his back. He took out his book and lit a cigarette, happy and feeling wonderful on the beach, among the Russians.
A few minutes later he saw her again, directly in front of him. Ah, he thought, nice. She laid on her back and flexed her knees, spreading her legs a little bit, giving him an unimpeded view of her crotch. Eddie's eyes flitted back and forth between his novel and the girl's red triangle of fabric. Thoughts of licking her danced through his mind and he felt his cock swell slightly again. Not wanting to tan unevenly, he turned over again on his back, holding the book over his head to shield the sun from his eyes, losing sight of the girl in red. He slipped his hand into the waistband of his Speedos to adjust his thickening cock and felt the first dribbling of precum, but knew better than to linger there. He wiped the salty drop on his nipple and concentrated on his novel.
It was hot, and soon Eddie began to think again about taking a dip in the sea again. When a shadow passed over him and he saw the wiggle of a slender ass clad in red, he put his book down and followed the girl. She certainly has a lovely bottom as well, he thought. As the girl waded in waist-deep and slowly sank to cool her torso, Eddie strode past and dived into the water, a mild way of showing off; when he came up and wiped the water from his eyes he was pleased to see that she was looking at him again. He didn't swim this time, just bobbed treading water for a few minutes, just long enough to soak away the perspiration. He waded back to the beach and sat with his arms over his bent knees, watching until she too came out of the surf, feeling himself get aroused again.
As she walked dripping seawater up the slope towards her towel, Eddie lit another cigarette and once again lay back on his elbows. He left his book alone and just watched, the direction of his eyes hidden behind the dark glasses until her hips swayed just feet from him. He held that position for a moment as though he were looking past her, then closed his eyes and laid his head back on the pillow of his clothes thinking about fucking her. So he was surprised a minute later when he heard someone speaking Russian beside him.
"What?" he said, opening his eyes to see the girl's tiny tits just inches from his eyes. She repeated, in English, "Excuse me, but do you have a light?"
Eddie reached for his matches and handed them to the girl. She lit her cigarette and said, "thank you," but didn't leave her position. "I like your nipple ring," she said without embarrassment. "Does that mean that you're gay?"
"No," Eddie said, "just that I like to have my nipples played with; a lot of girls ignore that part of the body when having sex. Some men apparently don't like it, but I do. And I wanted it to be obvious what I like."
"May I touch it?" she asked.
"Sure," he said her hand descending to his chest, lightly tracing over his right nipple and the running around the outline of the ring.
"It's nice," she said. "I'd be afraid to have that done. Did it hurt?"
"A little bit," Eddie replied. "But a little pain can be very pleasurable, don't you think?"
"I do," she said, "sometimes more than a little." She tugged on the ring, sending a little jolt to Eddie's crotch.
"Hey, now," he said, "keep that up and you'll get me aroused."
The girl released the ring and slowly and sensuously dragged her fingers down his chest and through the fine hairs of his belly, stopping to rest her palm over his stiffening Speedo-clad cock. "I'd like to see that, actually," she said, taking a drag on her cigarette and slowly exhaling the smoke. "And more," she added. "My name is Lara. Would you like to go and get a drink?"