Sunday

It was late when we woke on Sunday. Sun flooded into the room as I pulled back the curtains.

Chantel was staring at me, resting her head on her hand.

“Good morning baby. Well after all that exertion, we need some R and R. I know just the place. The beach,” she enthused.

We showered, and I went to put my costume on under my clothes, I always hated changing on the beach.

“No panties… remember?” she stated.

“But it’s a costume…” I replied.

“No panties… I want access to you at all times.”

I relented and packed a beach bag I had with me and off we went. We stopped at reception on the way and picked up the hamper we had ordered. Emma was there on duty. I could just hear Chantel and her talking about the beach as I browsed the local attractions leaflets.

“Do have a lovely day, I wish I was able to come along too,” said Emma.

“Shame you have to work, maybe another time,” laughed Chantel.

Thirty minutes later we parked in a little place called St Marychurch.

“Let’s have a pub brunch and then go on down to the beach. It’s a little hot right now,” said Chantel.

“Sound good to me,” I replied.

The pub was lovely with oak beams and pictures of the sea. Food was fab, huge doorstep bread filled with salad and cheese. Washed down with two glasses of local cider.

We walked from the pub for about fifteen minutes across a headland and down a track. I remembered thinking it was odd the beach wasn’t accessible by road. The track opened to a shingle and sand beach. There were a few people to the left lying on towels about forty yards away and only one couple this side behind a wind break.

We lay our towels out and put the umbrella up. Chantel had a wind break and asked if I wanted it. I said I wasn’t bothered either way but she decided to put it up.

“Keeps the pervs away,” she smiled as she finished.

I had started to think about what she just said when, as I turned back, Chantel was sitting naked on her towel.

“Chantel !!!,” I cried.

She looked at me lovingly, “It’s a naturist beach, now get your clothes off and relax.”

I sat down and looked around, a little harder this time. Well now I looked I could see about six single guys on the left, all lying face down looking our way with their bottoms bare.

“Now you tell me… I have never been naked on a public beach,” I retorted.

“Hardly anyone will see you behind the break and anyhow, you look fabulous. Everyone will want to have you, but only I, and anyone I chose, can share in the pleasures your body can give,” she replied.

I turned to look at her. Her warmth eluded from her eyes.

“Come on… be time to go home soon,”

I sat on my towel next to her and pulled by dress over my head. I slipped the boob tube off and looked at her.

“Fabulous. Can you rub some cream in…all over…or would you like me to call one of the men over. I think I might be able to persuade them to do it.”

I rubbed it in, all over. God, it made me wet just doing that to her.

“Your turn,” she said.

I lay on my tummy and she rubbed it in all over. It was when I turned back and she started to do my front I noticed one of the guys was walking about ten feet from us. Just ambling. She had not noticed, or so I thought, and just kept on rubbing it in. I was somewhat distracted and had not realised she was spending an inappropriate amount of time on my breasts. I looked at her and she carried on going lower. The guy was openly looking at us now and Chantel pushed my legs open.

“Let me get some on here, baby. I do not want you to burn your pussy. I have plans for that tonight,” she giggled.

She caressed in between my legs, my passion rising by the second. The guy had a semi hard cock by now and was openly caressing it. Noticing I wasn’t really paying attention, Chantel turned and saw him.

“Hi,” she said, “Want to rub some in fella?”

“Yes please,” he replied, stepping forward a pace.

“Well sorry this one here is mine and the one between my legs is also mine so you will have to look elsewhere,” she said sarcastically.

He turned and walked away as we laughed together.

We lay there for around an hour chatting and occasionally rubbing each other in between dozing off in cat naps. A few other couples and a couple of single girls arrived, one them with huge breasts. She had brought some sort of bed that kept her off the sand and she set up near us. She was obviously an exhibitionist, she strutted up and down to the water edge and across to where the guys were.

“Let’s open the wine,” Chantel said.

We had a glass each and re adjusted the towels.

“Come on,” she said standing up and reaching for my hand.

“What…where?” I shouted.

“Let us have a paddle,”

“No, no its ok. I am fine,” I tried to tell her. I knew it would be no good though. So, another first, walking naked hand in hand and her brushing the windblown sand from my body on a public beach in England. Not that I had done anything like that anywhere else in the world either. It felt like the whole world was looking. We paddled a bit but the water was freezing and soon turned about to return to our spot. We passed a couple of couples enjoying the sun who said hello and a lady on her own who looked at us funny and turned away.

We sat back down and reoiled each other. I lay down on my front and I felt Chantel’s hand resting on my bottom. She had a book she was reading, The Story of O.

I asked, “Is the book good?”

“Yes, although the gramma is a little dated. It is a French book…  about how far a woman will go to express her love,” she replied looking straight at me.

I must have drifted off but was brought back to reality by a deep voice. I opened my eyes and a couple were standing chatting to Chantel. She was still sat down with her knees drawn up. I thought the guy must have a great view of her slit from there.

“Sleepy heads awake,” she smiled and with that the couple wandered off.

We stayed another hour and then decided to go back to the hotel for a shower.

I slipped my dress on, discarding the boob tube. Chantel had a skirt and blouse just like the first time we met. And panties. She looked at me when I watched her pull them up and shrugged her shoulders and laughed.

When we arrived at the hotel we sat on the patio outside the bar enjoying the view having ordered a drink as we walked through.

“Marco,” Chantel exclaimed.

I turned quickly to see him carrying our drinks.

“Champagne Ma… mistress,” lowering his voice to a whisper.

“Yes, thank you, Marco,” She said.

He turned to me “And Mistress Deborah.”

We all laughed, well Chantel and I did. Marco just stood there.

“Can I do any more for you,” looking at Chantel.

“Yes, Marco but now is not the time or place,” she quipped.

He quickly moved on collecting glasses and left us alone. We laughed and discussed the beach. We ordered another glass but Marco did not bring it this time.

It was Emma. She put the drinks down and asked what we did during the day. Chantel started to tell all the details but Emma interrupted and said her shift finished in five minutes and could she join us.

“I will order you a drink… what’s your poison?” Chantel enquired.

“I will have what you are having,” she said looking at me.

“Better still, you order it, put it on my tab and come up to our room. We can sit out on the balcony,” said Chantel.

“Lovely, I will be twenty minutes,” replied Emma.

We went to the room and I unpacked the beach bag. I slipped the hotel robe on and started to sort out my nails. Chantel went in the shower. Not long after Emma arrived with a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and glasses.

“More supplies,” she said gleefully.

“Come in, Chantel is in shower. Let’s go on the balcony.”

We sat chatting around the table until Chantel arrived a few minutes later. She had a towel wrapped around her.

“So, what is your plan tonight Emma?”

“Normally I go to a bar in town that has a band playing. A crowd of us go but my boyfriend is away and I normally change at his, so I will probably have a couple of drinks with you and make my way home. I live thirty miles away, and it is not feasible to travel there and back on the train.

“You can shower and change here, show us this bar, if you like?” Chantel said.

“That would be great… if you don’t mind. I did ask the manager if there was a room I could use but we are full this weekend.”

“No I would be offended if you didn’t. Finish your drink and have a shower. We have loads of time, I do not like going out too early,” she said smiling.

Emma disappeared and Chantel asked me to come lay by her on the lounger. We lay next to each other on the balcony in the late sun. Her arm under my robe caressing my right breast and occasionally tweaking the nipple. I turned towards her and kissed her, our tongues mingling. She held me tight as our passion grew.

“I want you Chantel, I want to taste you,” I whispered as my hand snaked down her torso and across the thighs. I forced my hand between her thighs and she loosened them a little, allowing me to touch her labia.

“Cough, cough”

I removed my hand and looked at Emma, who had a towel wrapped around her, although Chantel kept teasing my nipple.

“Sorry Emma we got carried away,” I said.

“That’s ok, I don’t mind,” Emma replied.” I can wait downstairs if you like until you are ready, if you want to be alone. I can see you love each other.”

“I don’t think its love, not yet, it’s more like lust, passion. Have you ever read a book called The Story of O, Emma?” asked Chantel.

“No.

“It’s about a woman’s undying love and how she proves it,” she said.

She was still pulling my nipple and it was making me wet.

“Deborah has not proved her love yet, though she does most things I want of her,” she voiced laughingly.

“I would do anything for you Chantel,” I said sternly.

“Anything?”

“Anything Chantel,” I replied.

“We will see. Right, let us all have a drink.”

Sometime later we all went into the bedroom. Emma dropped her towel and was already dressed in bra and pants. Chantel also dropped her towel, and Emma commented on how gorgeous her body was.

“Fabulous figure you have Chantel. I wish I was brave enough to go naked on the beach. My boyfriend would not like it though.”

“Why is that?” asked Chantel.

“He is a bit jealous. Likes to keep me covered up.”

“You are beautiful Emma. Be your own person,” said Chantel.

“How do manage to keep your pussy so smooth, Chantel?”

“I am lucky Emma, I am blonde and my hair is very fine. So, occasionally I have it waxed and other times I just shave it.”

“Wish I could do that… my boyfriend likes me hairy.”

“Do you not shave then?” asked Chantel.

“No.”

“NO… but it’s easy. Deb does hers.”

“Well, no actually, my husband shaves it. It turns him on knowing that he is shaving it for someone else to fuck,” I said laughing. I opened my robe to show Emma.

“Oh, you are married. I thought you were together,” exclaimed Emma.

“Well, we are lovers, but don’t live together,” I explained.

“What does hubby say about that?”

“He doesn’t know about Chantel, yet,” I explained.

“Well yes, I can see it's smooth. Both look stunning,” said Emma.

Chantel interrupted, “Come in the bathroom and I will shave yours for you.”

“No, it’s okay. I will try at home on my own,”

Chantel insisted and took her into the bathroom.

“Take your pants off, Em. I won’t bite you unless you ask me,” laughed Chantel.

Emma slid her pants down and off while Chantel rummaged around in her make up bag.

“Sit on the edge of the bath,” Chantel told Emma.

“I will shower while you do that,” I said as I turned on the shower.

She brought out a tube of shaving foam and covered Emma’s mound.

I watched as Chantel ran the razor over her mound.

“Open your legs please Emma.”

I couldn’t see much now as it was steamy in the shower but heard Chantel say,

“Turn over let me see your bottom.”

“No, It is okay, I can do that another time,” pleaded Emma.

“Emma, you haven’t got anything I haven’t seen or licked before, so come on don’t be silly.”

Emma turned and bent over the side of the bath.

“A few stray ones here and there, all done Emma. How does that feel?” she asked.

“Lovely Chantel. Very sexy. Thank you.”

“Wash it off in the shower,” Chantel told her.

The cubicle door opened and Emma stepped in.

“Shower her pussy off Deb, please,” Chantel told me.

I took the head off the riser rail and washed all the residue away. Chantel asked her to turn around, and she washed Emma’s pussy with the flannel.

“Oh, that’s ok Chantel I can do it,” Emma said in a panic.

“But I want to do it Emma,” Chantel replied.

“I have never been touched by a woman there before.”

“Well a lesbian dream, a virgin. But if you don’t want me too…” Chantel started.

“Please carry on,” Em smiled.

Chantel rubbed between her legs and handed her a towel. The two of them dried off and Chantel went into the bedroom. I turned to Emma and said I had not been with a woman until three weeks ago. Now it seemed so natural.

“Emma come here,” called Chantel.

We both went into the bedroom and Chantel had some after shave balm for women.

“Rub this in Emma, it will ease the redness.”

She lay on the bed.

“Will you do it for me Chantel?” Emma asked.

Chantel smiled and put some on her hands. She rubbed it into her mound and Emma automatically opened her legs to allow Chantel to rub It in around her pussy.

Emma was purring as Chantel carried on and put it all over her ass, massaging it in.

A moan escaped Emma’s lips.

“Good Emma?” Chantel enquired.

“Yes. Please don’t stop,” Em replied.

Chantel was now rubbing Emma’s bud.

“Tell me if you want me to stop Emma,” Chantel said.

“No no.”

I reached forward and caressed her breasts through the bra.

“Sit up,” I said forcefully.

Emma did, and I unhooked it. Her tits spilling out. I lowered my head to hers and kissed her on the lips. She resisted a little, finally opening her mouth to allow my tongue to mix with hers. My hand caressed her breast, drawn to her lengthening nipple and gently rolled it around between my fingers.

“Yes yes, Chantel. I am going to cum,” Emma said as she orgasmed.

“Come lick me Deb,” Chantel said.

I arose and went to her immediately, laying down behind her. I slid my head between her legs and under her. I could see the sheen of her wetness on her pussy. I reached upwards and brought my mouth to her pussy. I licked at her flower, and it blossomed, opening to expose its bud. I caressed it slowly with my tongue and her response was a long sigh and a barely audible moan. I pricked my ears as she whispered,

“More my love, taste my love for you.”

I delved lower, opening the inner lips and eased my tongue inside her folds. My tongue examined the inside of her opening, extracting her honey. I shivered at the excitement inside me and could feel my juices extruding from their glands. Chantel moved and got up. She took both our hands and the three of us lay on the bed. I resumed my position between Chantel’s thighs and watched as Chantel kissed Emma on the lips. I licked and probed Chantel feeling her react to my touch. Emma stopped kissing, turning around to offer her pussy to Chantel. I then saw her labia, long and full. I felt my legs being raised and a hot breath pass over my thigh’s. A kiss on my bottom and I knew Emma’s mouth was edging closer to my vagina, and she would soon taste me. Her lips touched my labia and opened me up.

“My first taste of pussy,” she said.

Different to Chantel, her tongue was already starting to make me leak. She touched the opening and without a second hesitation plunged her tongue into my hole. It reached so deep. It was far longer than Chantel’s. Emma lifted my leg higher and she probed deep into me. I was panting, moaning and struggling to concentrate on licking Chantel. Someone was tweaking my nipple. That was driving me wild. I felt the rising deep inside my body, it rumbled towards my pussy, and as I reached my climax, I exploded into a huge orgasm. I could hear my juices gurgling in Emma’s throat as she tried to swallow it all. Another orgasm followed a minute after with more moans escaping from my lips. Emma was taking me to heaven, licking and lapping at my hole.

Chantel had moved and sat above my face rubbing her vulva across my nose and face with her fingers thrusting in and out of Emma’s hungry pussy. Emma was squealing with pleasure as her orgasm arrived, still with her long tongue inside me. Chantel was rubbing her clit above me and soon it was my turn to taste and enjoy her lovely juice.

Minutes later I found myself lying between Emma’s legs. I looked at her newly shaved pussy, she had extended labia lips and I gently pulled at them with my lips. Sucking them in and then releasing. I gently lapped at her inner pink, held wide open by my two hands. It was good for her but I realised her clit was the most sensitive spot so I turned my attention back to it, gently flicking the bud then a few circles, then another flick. She soon indicated that she was close to climax as she arched her back high and mewed like a wild cat, the sound was all but absorbed by Chantel’s pussy as she was sat on Emma’s mouth at the time. I stretched my neck and licked at Emma’s anus delving my tongue inside her folds, I felt her tense and orgasm. I moved back to taste her nectar and gently lapped at her entrance enjoying the afterglow.

Chantel went to the bathroom and Emma climbed on top of me for a 69 making it easier to lick and eat one another. I saw Chantel return, and around her waist was a belt with a dildo attached. She climbed on the bed and positioned herself at Emma’s entrance. I watched it slide past my nose and across my lips towards Emma’s tunnel. It disappeared inch by inch as Chantel began to fuck her with long slow strokes, the dildo pushing then pulling her pussy entrance as it plunged in and out. As it pulled out, Emma’s pussy relaxed its grip and an occasional drop of her juice fell into my face. I licked at her clit and tenderly bit her long beautiful labia lips. Chantel increased her speed as she thrust it into her with Emma’s head buried deep into my lap moaning with ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm hit her.

“Your turn, my love,” Chantel said caressing my cheek.

Emma climbed off and Chantel put me on all fours. She rubbed the dildo up and down my crack before plunging it deep inside. I came immediately. Emma was underneath me kissing and putting her long tongue to good use on my nipple. She was also alternating between them and biting my breasts. The strap on was driving me nuts, hitting my g spot with every thrust. I could feel Chantel’s hand on my lower back as she thrust her plastic cock into my tunnel, her other hand on my bottom with her thumb teasing my anus. A massive orgasm erupted in me and I felt my juices squirt out.

“That’s it baby, let me have all your honey,” cried Chantel.

It was one continuous orgasm, and I could see my juices pooling on Emma between her V.

Finally, Chantel stopped through exhaustion, and I watched as she put her head to Emma’s crotch, drinking and lapping my expelled liquid.

“My god, that was so good,” exclaimed Emma, “more please.”

We never made it to the pub that night, preferring to take it in turns fucking one another with the strap on and enjoying each other’s bodies over and over until we were all sated.