The Beach Trip Continues
[This is a work of fiction where all participants are at least 18 years of age. If referring to a "teen" it means an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old.]
What happened before... while having a family dinner, Alix talked her parents into the three of them going to a new beach. That it was a nude beach was surprising to Michel and Carol, but they were game, it turned out. The family set off to discover a new playground, and did they ever find one.
[This section leads directly from the previous one.]
Now that they were alone, Carol and Michel took cover in the shade of the beach umbrella while Alix sorted through their cooler for a refreshment. She asked, "do you guys want a juice or something?"
"Actually, I think I'm going to hit the water," said Michel, "I need to cool down and get all this sand off me."
"We'll join you in a minute," suggested Carol. " I want to talk to Alix first."
Michel took his leave as the women watched him going away, his white buttocks nearly gloving against the tan of his back and legs. He turned, almost as if he'd heard their thoughts, but didn't say anything. Carol commented: "I'm so glad you suggested this place, Alix. It is so, so comfortable and no one seems to pay any attention to what others look like or what they're doing."
Alix replied, "I beg to differ... they are certainly interested in some of what is happening around them."
Carol had not been in sight when Alix and Daniel had been having their fun, and she told her mother this. "They were sure looking when Daniel (that young guy who just left) was having his way with me."
"Get out! That boy who just left with..." she tapered off.
"He was amazing, and I think our two friendly neighbours who took him away knew full well; they were watching us very closely," she added.
Carol stood up and took her daughter's hand, pulling her up with a laugh, "let's get rinsed off, too. Your dad looks lost all alone out there."
Not considering their nudity, both women took off at a bit of a run, drawing hungry stares from admirers. Each step led to a matching swing of each woman's breasts. They ran, hand in hand finally realizing how it might look to other beachgoers. They slowed a bit, just to enjoy the ogling and looks of appreciation.
Alix was really showing off her long, lithe legs with a perky butt giggling along to the rhythm. Carol, a little heavier but still a dynamite body, even if it wasn't 18 years old like Alix's, but she knew she was drawing a lot of attention, too.
Too soon they reached the edge of the water and as they stepped into the first little wave, jumped back because they thought the water too cold. At this, Michel yelled from where he stood almost chest-deep, "come on in, you chickens! It's great in here."
Naturally, both Carol and Alix were happy to venture deeper, but slowly. Their strategy being one of go slow and acclimatize, where Michel's was more of a dive in and get used to it.
Alix was still holding her mother's hand as they stepped deeper. She also noticed that her mother's nipples had grown tightly rigid and said as much, "Mom, your nipples! Wow. Dad's gotta love the view."
"What are you talking about, young lady? Look at yours and tell me they're not even harder than mine."
"Actually, I can feel them get even harder now that I'm thinking about them."
Carol actually blushed at that moment, joined right after by Alix.
"Dad! We're coming to save you," she cried.
Michel had watched his girls run across the sand, both women the envy of others. He watched as if they moved in slow-motion. When they hit the water and finally walked out to where he stood, he smiled and said to them, "I really love you both..."
Not having anything to say, Carol moved up against her husband, grabbing him for a full-body hug. Her breasts were chorused against his chest as he pulled her in by holding her buttocks in his strong hands.
Alix decided she didn't want to be excluded so stepped up to her mom's side and ducked under her father's right arm so that he was now hugging both of them.
Releasing "his girls," Michel dove under a wave and set off into deeper water with a strong stroke. Alix chose to stay where she was and simply float, enjoying the sun and the water on her body. She lay back, floating there. Her feet kicked occasionally to turn her around so she could look all over the beach, and watch her dad still swimming away, looking ever the strong swimmer she'd heard of him going back to college where he'd been on the swim team.
Meanwhile, Carol was splashing about, diving under and disappearing for a long time before reappearing 30 feet away. She, too, had been a competitive swimmer and was entirely at ease in the ocean. Done, she paddled towards her daughter, joining her alongside. As they floated, their bodies showed just enough above the water, breasts standing proudly above the water with their rigid nipples pointing to the sun. Carol's breasts were not as firm as Alix's but even as they spread slightly on her chest, they were absolutely perfect.
Alix floated higher in the water and occasionally her hips pushed up to reveal her small pubic bush just above the water. Seeing this, Carol commented, "I see you're letting your bush grow out -- looks great, I think.
"Thanks mom. Let me see yours..."
Carol slowly did a reverse roll, taking her backwards in a slow-motion underwater summersault which thrust her hips and pubic triangle up out of the water where Alix was able to get a good look.
Coming back up, Carol asked, "what do you think? I just shaved it last week and though it felt strange at first, I am loving the look and feel; it's so soft."
As the women spoke, Michel came back from his half-kilometer swim, pushing hard over the last few metres and coming to a glide a few feet away from Alix. Carol had, in the meantime, done her little dive and was gone when Michel stopped in front of Alix, standing in chest-deep water.