Chapter 1
Making New Friends
Walter eased himself down onto the large blue-gray blanket he had laid out under the shade of a towering palm tree. Today was his 70th birthday and he intended to celebrate it alone on the beach. He stretched out his old legs with a sigh, leaning back against the rough trunk as he gazed out at the beautiful scene before him. The white sand seemed to glitter under the bright sun which was slowly making its descent toward the turquoise waters of the ocean. Gentle waves lapped at the shoreline in a soothing, rhythmic motion that perfectly complemented the peaceful atmosphere.
Closing his eyes, Walter inhaled deeply, taking in the refreshing salty air. He had always loved the beach, ever since he was a small child begging his parents for frequent trips to the seaside. It was one of the few places left where he could forget his aches and pains and lose himself in the timeless beauty of nature.
After a few moments of silent reflection, Walter opened his eyes, not wanting to miss a second of the stunning view. As he watched the hypnotic roll of the waves, his gaze landed on two young women strolling along the shore up ahead. One was a gorgeous brunette with a curvy figure tucked into a tiny red bikini. Her luxurious dark brown locks cascaded over her shoulders in gentle waves as she walked barefoot through the surf, laughing brightly at something her friend had said.
The other girl had short blonde hair that fluttered lightly in the ocean breeze. Petite and slender, she wore a black one-piece swimsuit that showed off her trim physique. She playfully splashed water at the brunette, who squealed and tried to dodge the spray. Their joyful banter and radiant smiles instantly captivated Walter. How he wished he was just a few decades younger! Although, he amended his thoughts, even if he could go back and relive his twenties, a pair of beautiful beach babes like those wouldn't likely have given him a second glance.
The two women came closer as they strolled down the beach hand-in-hand. Walter watched them intently, knowing they would soon pass by his little encampment under the palm tree. Before he even realized what he was doing, he raised a hand in greeting as the women drew nearer. To his shock, they both smiled and waved in return, as if they were simply two friends happy to see him. The gesture filled Walter's heart with joy. After so many years of invisibility as an elderly man, this small acknowledgment from two radiant beauties felt like a gift.
As the pair walked by, still grinning warmly at him, he overheard a snippet of their conversation. "Let's go talk to that nice old fellow under the tree," the brunette suggested to her friend. "He looks so happy to see us. It would be rude not to say hello." Walter could hardly believe his ears. They wanted to come chat with him? Two gorgeous young ladies like that? The blonde nodded in agreement and they changed course, heading directly for Walter's little oasis in the shade.
Walter quickly tried to smooth down his tousled white hair and brush any stray sand off his clothes before they arrived. His heart pounded with surprise and excitement. Up close, the girls were even more stunning, with long tanned limbs, beautiful faces, and eyes that sparkled with spirit and life. He imagined they must have to fend off admirers constantly. What could they possibly want with a 70-year-old man? Walter wondered if they merely felt sorry for him, a lonely geezer sitting by himself on the beach.
"Hi there!" the brunette said warmly as they reached his spot beneath the palm tree. "I'm Brittany and this is my friend Samantha. Do you mind if we join you for a little bit?"
Walter gestured quickly to the empty space on the blanket. "Please, have a seat! I'm Walter. It's nice to meet you both. Beautiful day, isn't it?"
The girls plopped down gracefully on the blanket, leaving a polite distance between themselves and Walter.
"Thanks, Walter," Samantha replied with a kind smile. "You looked so cozy and happy here under your palm tree that we just had to come say hi." Brittany nodded enthusiastically. "This is one of our favorite beaches. Do you come here often?"
Walter couldn't believe his luck at having these two beautiful creatures sitting with him and acting as if his age and appearance meant nothing to them. He figured they must be genuinely good-hearted souls. With a mix of gratitude and astonishment, he settled in for a lovely conversation with his two new friends. Though decades apart in age, they chatted comfortably about their shared appreciation for the beach's simple gifts of sun, surf, and sand.
The beach was empty apart from the three of them. The vast expanse of white sand stretched on for miles in either direction, not a soul in sight. The turquoise waves lapped gently at the shore under the cloudless blue sky. It was a sleepy Tuesday afternoon in the off season, and they had the entire idyllic seaside all to themselves.
After chatting for a while, Brittany asked Walter if he would mind if she went topless. She explained in her bubbly, cheerful voice that she loved the feeling of the sun kissing her bare skin.
"I know I probably shouldn't do it," she said with an impish grin and a glance at Samantha, who smiled and shook her head indulgently. "But we're the only ones here, and it just feels so freeing!"
Walter was momentarily stunned, his mind going blank at the thought of this gorgeous creature removing her bikini top. He stammered, not wanting to seem inappropriate, "O-of course, dear, whatever makes you comfortable." Brittany rewarded him with a dazzling smile.
"Awesome!" She reached behind her back and unclasped her bikini top with practiced ease. Walter forced himself to look away politely as she removed it, laying the scrap of red fabric beside her on the blanket.
"You can look now," Brittany said with a playful lilt. Walter turned his gaze back to see her lovely breasts on full display. They were large and pert, with long dusky nipples pointing straight out and no tan lines. She had her arms raised over her head, stretching languidly.
"Mmm, that feels nice!" she purred contentedly. Walter quickly lifted his eyes back to her face so as not to ogle. Her cascade of chocolate brown hair draped lightly over her bare shoulders and chest, not quite obscuring the view. She tilted her face up to the sun, eyes closed and long lashes fanned out across her cheeks.
Samantha gave Walter an apologetic look. "Sorry about her, she's a bit of an exhibitionist. I keep telling her she's going to get us arrested one day!" They both laughed good-naturedly.
Walter's pulse was racing but he did his best to take it in stride. He had to admit, it was rather thrilling to have such a carefree beauty unselfconsciously topless in his company.
"Not to worry," he said, hoping his voice sounded casual. "It's your beach too. And there's no one around to offend."
Brittany's eyes fluttered open and she rewarded his gracious response with a sunny smile. "You're so sweet, Walt! Most old dudes would be leering down my top right now."
He waved away her praise magnanimously. "Oh I'm not that virtuous, my dear. I may be seven decades old but I'm still a red-blooded man." They all chuckled together.
Brittany sighed contentedly, her naked breasts jiggling slightly as she settled back on her elbows on the blanket. She turned her face toward Samantha and they chatted lightly about plans for the rest of their beach vacation, seeming to forget Walter was even there for a moment.
He didn't mind at all. In fact, he was happy to sit in silence and discreetly admire Brittany's sun-kissed form next to him. Her bare breasts were just as stunning as the rest of her. Her flawless bronze skin seemed to glow in the bright sunlight.
As the conversation lulled, Brittany reached for a bottle of suntan lotion. "Will you get my back, Sam?"
"Sure." Samantha knelt behind her friend and squeezed some creamy lotion into her palm. She rubbed her hands together to warm it up before smoothing it over Brittany's strong shoulders. Samantha's delicate hands glided down the brunette's glistening back in long strokes.
Suddenly, Brittany turned her head toward Walter with an impish smile.
"Want to help with my front?"
Walter chuckled, holding up his weathered hands in protest. "Oh no, I don't think I'm qualified for that job."
Brittany pretended to pout. "Aww, you're no fun!" She let out an exaggerated gasp as Samantha flicked cold lotion at her bare breasts in retaliation, glancing down at herself with feigned dismay.
