It was a sunny day, a weekday, so I decided this would be the perfect time to do something about my white body. I had spent the last two months working out and dieting trying to recreate myself in a more acceptable image. I was a little tired of isolation. Now it was time. However, I was still very self-conscious and my self esteem hadn't gone up as the numbers on my scale went lower. Not like I thought it would.
I parked, grabbed my duffel and headed down to the sand. I picked an out of the way spot, there really were none. But if was far enough away from the other beach goers that I thought I could handle taking off my shirt without a total meltdown.
I spread the blanket out, pulled out my disc man put on the headphones and lay down on my stomach. The part of me I'm most embarrassed of, although truth be told it was not looking to bad lately. I had just turned thirty a month ago and decided if I didn't do something about my single status now; it'd soon be too late. And in the shape that I'd been in the only women I'd have any chance with were the ones that I didn't really want any chance with. So here I was, I began to drift in and out of thoughts, the relationship that destroyed my sense of self. And how eating became my only pleasure, I guess when things get bad for me or I’m under a lot of stress I tend to eat. And now I had to deal with the resulting weight gain and all the shit I did to run away. I was just ashamed of it all now.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of voices approaching. Female voices, not little girls either. I started to get nervous; I didn't want anyone to see me, not until I was ready. Granted I may never have been ready, at least not mentally. In school I was an athlete and all the working out and physical work had come back, I didn’t forget how to ride that bike. It was just my mind that refused to follow. I turned down the volume to hear better, and shit, sure enough they were setting up right next to me. Big beach with a lot of empty spaces and they have to set up right next to the only other person on this part of the fucker. Great. I shut my eyes tighter but kept the volume down, all the way down so I could hear them better. I tried not to look but their faint voices sounded good.
“A had this guy Friday cum in his pants.”
“Uh-huh.”
“It was gross.”
“I love it when they do that. I know they get off looking at me, but when they cum I know the dance is good too. Everyone notices the wet spot, and wants a dance and then I get tipped a more. I jerked a guy off the other night and got 150 bucks on top of what her paid for the dances.”
“Well you’re your still lucky you don’t have to deal with it now.”
“I still do the VIP, I make almost as much in the VIP, as I do just featuring. Besides I love doing lap dances.”
I was so self conscious I was almost shaking. I turned the volume back up afraid I’d drop a load in the sand if I heard anymore. Don't look at me, I kept thinking. And then I opened my eyes a crack and looked slowly in their direction, and my heart immediately started thumping at warp speed threatening to burst through. I felt the blood rush right to my cock, and my mouth getting dry, Christ control yourself. But it was beyond my control, because standing there was two of the hottest women I'd ever seen. Right out of the pages of Playboy. God that sounded lame, but true. Just . . . perfect. I tried to turn my head away, but again it was beyond my control. I could feel my member trying push its way through the blanket and burrow in the sand.
One was blonde, and the other had darker hair, light brown, strawberry blond or maybe even auburn, was hard to tell in the bright sun. The blond started to take of her shirt, I found myself paralyzed. I was so afraid of her catching me staring at her and getting pissed. Yet I was unable to look away. Once her shirt was unbuttoned she started to take it off, she had on the sexiest gold metallic bikini top. WOW, this could not be real. She said something to her friend who was also removing her shirt, revealing a pink Lycra sliding strap micro bikini. The one with the darker hair had her sunglasses up on her head pulling back her hair, so I could see where she was looking. The other one had her sunglasses on, so I couldn't see where she was looking. Her head moved fractionally in my direction then she looked back at her friend and said something that I couldn't hear. Then the other one smiled and turned her head in my direction she looked right at me. Or through me, straight into my eyes. I was the deer in the headlights, all thought ceased. And then she winked. What? Who? What? Did I just imagine that? I smiled tentatively, like a dork. But she didn't seem to mind. She said something, uh to me. I couldn't hear her too well. Dumb ass, I took my headphones off. "Huh?" I stuttered.
"Do you mind if we set up here?" She said. What are you kidding me, I would pay, I'd give you my house, my car if you'd set up here. But another voice in my head was afraid and very self conscious.
"Sure, that's fine." I replied like a dope.
"Thanks." The other one said smiling. And then they started to remove their shorts. OH! MY! GOD! One had a thong and the other a G-string a slight but distinct difference between the two, right here on the public beach. I felt myself stiffen more. My hole got a little deeper. They bent over while setting their blanket up, the darker haired one bending over right in front of me. I could see the outside of her pussy lips hanging over the sides of her G-string. I wanted to reach out and touch her ass, but I didn't think I had enough money for bail on me.
I needed to regain my self control this was too much, I think if I had stared any longer my head would've exploded. So I turned my head and shut my eyes.
And then "Um excuse me?" Huh who? Me?
I turned and sure enough the darker haired one was looking at me. "Yeah?"
"Would you mind rubbing some suntan lotion on us?" Oh for real, I mean for Pete's sake. My mouth got so dry I couldn't speak for a minute, and I could feel sweat break out on my forehead. And heat in my cheeks, and I new I was blushing.
"UHH, mmhmmm, excuse me. Sure I would love to." I managed to croak out, after clearing my throat. I stood up on weak knees, I actually started to tremble. I concentrated, trying to control it. I felt like such a hard on, speaking of which I had completely forgotten mine. So here I am standing in front of two of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, who asked me to rub suntan lotion on them, with a big fucking hard on sticking straight out, and the stupidest, grin of embarrassment on my face. God I couldn't believe how bad I was fucking up the chance of a lifetime.
I looked down at it, and then I looked up at them with a sheepish smile on my face. The one with the lighter hair was getting something out of her beach bag, and seemed not to notice. And the one with the darker hair was also looking elsewhere, Thank GOD. I turned so I could approach them from behind so my cock would be out of their line of site.
"What's your n . . .?” The darker haired one asked looking back and up at me. Her eyes moved up until they seemed to focus on my hardness. I stopped, and just stood there frozen. "Name?" She finished. Her gaze traveling up my body, leaving me feeling exposed and silly. And when her eyes met mine she smiled, cool I won't be getting smacked.
"Um, sorry, it, uh it's just. You know um I was thinking about"
"Me, I hope." She said and smiled again. Wow, I smiled back, okay that hurdle jumped.
