My mind was empty as I lay in the sand, relaxing and absorbing the brilliant sunlight. My body was still a bit wet with seawater from a dip into the ocean, and my muscles still ached from the activities of last night and this morning. I loved going to the beach. The sun, the surf, the sand, the people – it was all so much more alive than winter could ever be.
I looked up at the sound of someone approaching, disturbing the sand with each step. Sure enough, it was none other than my lovely fiancée, Danielle, wearing a bikini that made her look hotter than the sun.
"Looking good," I said, craning my neck to watch her approach. I wasn't alone; I didn't have to look to know that more than a few people were most certainly watching Danielle out of the corners of their eyes. Her bikini was as black as her short hair, and very modest as far as bikinis went. Her melon-sized breasts didn't spill out of the large cups of the top, and the bottom had enough fabric to it that it didn't vanish into the crack of her perfect ass. Still, she had the type of body that could make a hazmat suit look sexy.
"This just in," she said, spreading out a beach towel and lying on it face-down. "The sky is a lovely shade of blue."
"And you say
I
have a big ego," I laughed, returning to my resting position.
It was June. Back home, it was hot and muggy, and our AC unit was struggling to stay alive. Here at the beach, it was still hot and muggy, but the presence of sand and surf magically turned what would have been unbearable in the city into one of the perfect dog days of summer. Sadly, our own dog wasn't with us on our short vacation, due to the beach house's strict no-pets policy. While we relaxed at the beach, Buster was chilling with Dani's parents, who were no doubt doting on him like a favorite grandchild.
With the little dachshund being pampered like he was at a spa, the two of us had driven up alone. We were seeking some escape from the constant stresses of planning a wedding, despite knowing that taking a weekend vacation would just make the rest of the week harder. But it would be worth it, we believed.
You see, planning a wedding is like juggling a live grenade, a machete, and a chainsaw, while standing on stilts in the middle of a river infested with piranhas, and somebody is shooting at you with an automatic rifle. There were a thousand things we had to keep in the air, with unexpected changes happening every other minute. Making seating arrangements that wouldn't result in any arguments, the catering, the paperwork, the decorations, the photographer – this weekend was going to be good for the two of us.
Actually, I tell a lie.
The
three
of us.
The third member of our party walked out of the surf towards us, looking like a classical painting wearing a dark green one-piece with a deep v-cut to show off as much cleavage as possible. Nellie, Danielle's nineteen-year-old cousin, combed back her long, dark hair, dripping with salt water, as she strutted up the beach. She shared my fiancée's curvaceous body shape (with slightly smaller breasts and a somewhat cuter butt), and she attracted as many stares as Danielle had. Instead of coolly ignoring them, she met them with a confident smile, and sometimes a flirtatious wink if she thought the person staring was cute enough. A teenaged boy on the receiving end of one such wink turned bright red, and I heard his mother ask if he had remembered to lotion his face.
"Glad you could join us," Nellie said as she settled down on her own beach towel, salty water shining on her skin. My eyes ran a marathon up her body, paying special attention to how the water beaded on her full breasts, sometimes forming tiny rivers as they streaked down into the deep valley.
"I had a bit of a mess to clean up," Danielle said, resting her head on her hands. She winked at me, reminding me of what sort of mess it had been, and how much fun we'd had making it. "How's the water?"
"It's great," Nellie said. "If you ignore all the jellyfish."
Danielle scowled. "Looks like I'm not going in, then," she said.
"I'm just joking," Nellie laughed. "Not a single jellyfish to be seen, seriously."
"Just because you didn't see them doesn't mean they're not there," my fiancée said with a shiver. She loathed jellyfish with a passion, and refused to stick so much as a toe into any body of water that she even suspected was home to one of the gelatinous creatures.
"Big baby," I said teasingly.
"It's called reasonable caution, sweetie," Danielle said. "Will you lotion my back?"
I shot up, happy to help. The ties of Danielle's bikini top flew apart beneath my fingers, and I massaged the sunscreen into the smooth skin of her back. I took the opportunity to brush my hands against the sides of her breasts that spilled out from under her body, making her stir appreciatively. "You're going to be a bronze goddess by the time we leave," I said, returning to my towel.
"I don't really want bronze," Danielle purred, like a cat resting in a sunbeam. "I just don't want to be so pale that nobody can tell where the dress ends and my face begins."
For a good while, we were silent as we sunbathed, soaking up rays and relaxing our tired bodies. Just as the urge to take a nap began to creep up on me, it was disturbed by the sound of one of my partners moving. I opened my eyes to watch Nellie stand up. She turned the simple action into a spectacle, casually pronouncing her best features for the whole beach to see. As she reached her full height, she stretched her back, making her prodigious breasts strain against the fabric of her just-a-bit-too-small swimsuit.
"I'm gonna head back up to the house," she said, shaking her towel free of sand. "I'll be up on the deck if anybody wants me." Her voice was a perfect shade of smoky that Nellie had mastered; we all knew what she was implying.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll meet you up there," I said, keeping my eyes on her beautiful legs.
"Good," Nellie said, beginning the short walk up the beach towards the house. "I'll need someone to lotion me up."
I watched her go for a little while, admiring the way her hips and waist followed her leg with each step she took. She made it look unintentional, but I knew better. She was soaking up the sideways looks she was getting from half the beach like Dani and I were soaking up sunlight.
I lay back down, though I really wanted to follow Nellie every step of the way up to the house. I could wait a few more minutes. "She really was joking about the jellyfish, by the way," I said to Danielle. "The water's great."
"No way, you two are in cahoots," Danielle said. "Trying to trick me into touching a jellyfish."
"We are not in cahoots," I said. "At least not about the jellyfish thing. Definitely in cahoots about other things."
