On a beach filled with nudist, they stood out. It could have been the way they gazed into the other's eyes, as if there weren't hundreds of other naked sunbathers on the beach. Or maybe it was the tender way he tucked a wisp of raven hair behind her ear. But I'm pretty sure what caught my eye as they stood knee deep in surf warmed by the Jamaican sunshine, was they tattoo on his fat cock. The fact that "Bad to the Bone" would even fit on his dick was pretty amazing, but I couldn't stop thinking about the promise it held.
His cock was about 6' soft and I couldn't help but wonder how big that bad bone could get with the right stimulation. He was about 5'7' with a thin waist, broad shoulders and biceps to match the meat dangling between his legs. She was petite, maybe 5'3', with tiny breasts that weren't much more the nipple, and shapely thighs leading up to a firm little ass. They both looked like gym rats, in their early twenties, firm and rounded in all the right places. They were gorgeous and my cock twitched as blood rushed to meet a growing desire
Me, well I'm not too bad in the looks department myself. In my mid-forties, I've aged well and was once told I'm a dead ringer for George Clooney, only with a beard. I'm a grower. My cock is usually about 4' soft, but when I'm turned on, it grows to 9". More than one lover has been pleasantly surprised by this transformation.
I was there with my girlfriend, Barb, who is about 10 years younger than me. It's hard to say for sure, because like many women, she was secretive about her age. Age is just a number, right? Her name is fitting since she looks a lot like a Barbie doll. You know the type; tall, blond, big firm tits and perfect round ass accented by a tiny waist. Barb was a party girl who always had a glass of wine in her hand and never met a stranger. We'd been sitting on the beach for about an hour people watching and Barb was itching to socialize.
Me, well I've always been open-minded and had my first bisexual threesome years ago. I believe we should include others in our life, not fearfully push them away. I'm mean who really wants a miserable Scrooge existence spent separate and alone. Not me, so I leaned toward Barb and asked, "What do you think about that hot couple making out in the waves?"
Barb gave them a long appraising look and answered, "They're perfect! What do you say we go and introduce ourselves?"
In typical Barb fashion, she didn't wait for an answer, but instead stood up, brushed the sand off her ass and gave her nipples a pinch. I stood with her, gave my cock a tug toward the knees for good measure, then took her elbow as we headed for the target. I thought we would splash in the water at a respectable distance, but Barb had other ideas. She slipped behind the chick, leaned in and whispered something in her ear that I couldn't hear over the crashing waves and the calls of the seagulls.
Evidently, he heard it because he reached up with his right hand and pulled Barb's into a sensuous kiss. When it ended, the chick turned her head toward Barb and hungrily added her lips to the mix. I was rock hard and wanted in on the fun. As a rule, I never assume anything and always ask first, but in this instance I trusted that Barb had already gotten sufficient permission for what I was about to do. It was risky. Bisexual women are far more accepted, then bisexual men, but thankfully that is rapidly changing.
