/* The is the final chapter of the Beach Trip series, but it won't be the last story featuring our fearless foursome. If you haven't read the previous chapters, Terry and Kerri, along with their next-door neighbors/lovers Christy and Tim, are nearing the end of a two-week beach trip. Things haven't gone quite as planned and they are about to get much... weirder.
Every character engaging in sexy sex is at least 18 years of age. */
It was Friday afternoon and our two weeks at the beach were nearing the end. But we still had a couple more nights, including one more with our new friends Mitch and Dee, along with Christy's sister Sara. And we had made sure that Sara had absolutely no idea what she was getting into, which might not have been nice but we hoped that it would be fun. And a little payback for Christy.
It had been a hell of a vacation, if not anything like what we had expected. The delayed arrival of Tim and Christy, the surprise of finding Alice and Reba hanging out at our pool, and the intense evening spent getting to know Alice's parents were sure as hell never part of the plan. But it had been a trip to remember.
Tim and I, along with our new friend Mitch, spent Friday afternoon on the beach, scoping out the bikini-clad girls catching the last weekend of the summer in Corolla while our wives were hitting the tourist shops. There were some beautiful young things in the sand, but we congratulated ourselves on knowing we had brought the best-looking women at the beach with us.
The three of us headed back up to the house around 4 pm and got cleaned up, then camped out in the third-floor great room in front of SportsCenter with beers and shots, talking, as guys will, about not much of anything. It was nice - I realized that Tim and I didn't do nearly enough of that when our wives were out together and I resolved to fix that going forward.
Kerri, Dee and Christy arrived around 5 o'clock and that started a flurry of activity preparing for the night. While they were out shopping, they had planned out how they wanted to surprise Sara when she arrived. Sara had texted Christy to let her know that she would get there from Rocky Mount around 6, after getting off work a little early. So we three guys were sent off to get food and drinks ready downstairs, while our wives did... whatever they were going to do. It was clear that this was *their* party.
We were going for small bites this evening - chilled shrimp, grilled scallops, lots of finger foods. The bar fridge in the rec room downstairs was packed with beer and white wine, with more of each in a galvanized tub full of ice out by the pool, along with a few bottles of red on a poolside table. We'd taken down the party lights from the previous weekend but we put a couple of strings back up so we could leave the other lights down low.
The three women made their entrance poolside a little before 6 o'clock. My jaw dropped and I heard Tim drop the corkscrew he had brought out to one of the tables. I have no idea where they found them, but all three were wearing micro-bikinis that I would have thought could only be bought in Ibiza or online. They provided nipple coverage, at most. The tops came nowhere close to actually covering their boobs, not even Dee's small (but perfect) breasts.
Their thongs were tiny enough to show that all three were completely shaved, as seen through the translucent sarongs they each had draped around their hips. The three of them were even color-coordinated, with my blonde wife Kerri in fiery red, my lover Christy in a bright lemon-yellow that made her reddish-brown hair glow and Dee in sky blue. They were fucking stunning. And they were NEVER going to be able to wear those bikinis on a North Carolina beach.
Their barely-there outfits got the desires wolf whistles and comments, but after a bit of hugging and kissing on our wives, we were told to finish getting things ready before Sara arrived. We managed to do that and Tim made sure everyone had a beer or a glass of wine when we heard a car pull up.
Christy and Kerri met Sara at the door from the rec room to the parking pad and brought her in while the rest of us waited outside by the pool. They had left the door open so we could hear them squealing greetings to each other and chattering, mostly Sara wanting to know where they had gotten those bikinis.
Kerri stuck her head out the door and told us that Christy was taking her sister up to the spare room on the second floor so she could drop off her stuff and change. A few minutes later, she and Christy came out to the pool, Sara wearing a black one-piece with a v-front that plunged all the way to her navel. I'm sure she thought it was going to be scandalous but it looked like a nun's habit compared to what the rest of the women were wearing. Score one for big sis.
I saw Sara's eyes get wide in surprise again when she was introduced to Mitch and Dee. When she asked how we knew each other, we realized that we should have come up with a story beforehand. Dee quickly said, "oh, they know our daughter Alice" and left it at that, although that probably left Sara with even more questions.
Dinner was quite a big success, with everyone standing by the pool, coalescing into conversational groups that easily moved around and accommodated new members while losing others. It was the best kind of cocktail party and the drinks did flow, probably a bit more that most of us were used to. After her initial surprise, Sara fit right in and, as usual, became the center of attention of whatever group she was with.
As the eating slowed, Tim refilled the tub with more beer and wine and brought out the tequila and iced vodka. Sara of course was the one that insisted that we all do shots of liquor and for once, Christy jumped right in there with her. I noticed Dee faking at least one shot of vodka, with most of it ending up over her shoulder. I winked at her after that and got a guilty grin from her in return.
I had put together a playlist of early 60s lounge music, heavy on exotica like Martin Denny, complete with tropical bird noises. With the tiki torches and the twinkly lights, we felt very sophisticated, like we were in an early James Bond movie. Certainly the women were all hot enough to be Bond girls.
I mentioned that Sara was... larger than life. Christy had felt so overshadowed by her younger half-sister that she'd gotten her boobs 'done' before she and Tim met. They were beautiful and I worshipped them every chance I got, just as I did Kerri's perfect C cups. But Sara's boobs were two forces of nature. They were large enough to generate their own gravity field. They swung and swayed under her deeply-V'ed swimsuit when she walked over to me with a fresh drink and her plush rear exposure swayed in counterpoint.
