Because of the distance down this dead end track, the parking area was reasonably secure from 'nosey parkers' and other unwanted 'day trippers', as well as gaining a lot of protection from the weather (such as onshore sea breezes) due to the dense growth of the mangroves. Another attraction was its privacy factor being, as it was, situated more than 25 kilometers on a narrow country road, away from any of the public beaches found around the headlands – you had to want to come here to come here!
An additional deterrent to unwanted 'nosy parkers' was that this beach was about 900 meters from the car park area and only the genuine 'naturalists' bothered to trek that distance with any overnight camping gear. We saw that the Meagans, whom we had met the first year we started coming here, were early starters today unpacking their hampers, tents and beach gear from their cars, waving out to us as we arrived.
They soon disappeared into the mangroves heading to the beach. We could not help but notice their 22-year old daughter Tammy, who came to this beach with her parents every once in a while, had brought along a couple of her friends for a 'weekend away from the city,' to enjoy the back to nature camp out experience.
As the girls had parked their car in our normal parking spot, we had to select another parking area about thirty meters away causing us a little bit of inconvenience – but nothing really to worry about (we are creatures of habit it seems!) As soon as we had parked and unloaded a few of the essential 'day' things into our backpacks, we headed off towards the track entrance, looking forward to a very relaxing day at the beach.
JJ and I, sunglasses at the ready, were prepared for the early morning sun rising above the skyline shining directly in from the east. Our Polaroids were a necessity, cutting out the glare of the morning rays and allowing us to see the path and all on it with clarity. The larger trees along the track often had branches angled out overhead – great to reach out and hold onto as you climbed up, down or over some of the roots and other smaller obstacles along the way, but dangerous to bump into if you were not careful.
We were almost catching up with the Meagan group who we could hear, but not see as yet, somewhere up ahead when JJ stopped to get her drink bottle out of her backpack. Starting off again at an easy pace we turned a bend in the path and just caught a glimpse of the Meagans disappear around another turn in the path not more than seventy meters ahead.
It did not take us more than another four or five minutes before JJ & I had narrowed the gap and were now only thirty meters or so behind the Meagans. Maintaining this discrete distance we were able to enjoy the beauty of nature as it rises in the early morning sunrise. The sun began to spread it's tentacles through the undergrowth as it reached out catching the Meagan group in an amazing silhouette – Pat, Samantha, Tammy and her two friends – were framed in the sunlight like moving picture set almost like a negative of a film.
Tammy and her friends were in the middle of their group, talking happily together, as they made their way cautiously over some of the more difficult parts of the path. Pat was leading, and Samantha (Tammy’s mother) was following behind the group as tail end charlie.
Looking at all four of the girls together, you would be forgiven for thinking that they were all sisters as they were all wearing the same style of light clothing. In addition to their almost identical tops, Samantha was wearing a soft denim mini skirt, which the girls were not.
JJ nudged my arm and looked at me to see if I had noticed the setting - which of course I had – the tentacles of the early morning sunlight showcased the girls in their light natural cotton camisole style tops. I would probably describe them in this light as almost see through night shirts, being just long enough to reach about two inches above the tops of their knees as they stood relaxed with their arms at their sides. With the Polaroid’s working to their optimum advantage we stopped where we were, just on a bend, and watched.
Without making a noise, JJ spoke quietly in my ear so that we would not attract their attention and then turned around so that I could undo her backpack and take out her Canon SLR with a zoom lens. After passing the Canon to her, JJ soon had it focused in on the Meagan group and began taking some shots of this amazing scene.
With the sunlight shining through their camisole tops, their breasts were clearly defined. Oh, what a great way to start the day, I was thinking. One after the other raised their arms to reach the branches above helping them to traverse the obstacles along the path. In so doing they stretched upwards, shortening the coverage of the camisole shirts on their bodies and left them showing their natural assets for all to see. It was a beautiful sight to behold (certainly from my perspective) Their nice firm buns were proudly displayed as they stretched up to the branches above making the bottoms of their tops rise up as well.
I quickly became used to the sound of the SLR shutter working on multi-shot mode capturing the nice firm beauty of their curves and form. This was voyeurism at its finest.
Pat who was in the lead, was wearing a loose sleeveless T-Shirt and some very short baggy shorts and as he was always the first over or through any of the obstacles. It became obvious that he was dressed commando style as his cock or ball bag would hang down through the leg opening as he climbed over a rock or tree branch along the track.
Samantha had moved ahead of the girls to help Pat with their camping gear over this particular obstacle, and as Pat started to climb over, it gave JJ a great shot of his sizable cock hanging down his inner leg just as he raised his foot to the next foothold in the log.
JJ and I stood there spellbound as we watched Samantha give Pat's cock a rub.
As he stood posed in this position, JJ got some shots of Samantha reaching forward and giving Pat's cock a playful squeeze and tug. Pat looked back down at her smiling. You could almost swear you could see his cock grow as Samantha gave it a few more strokes. Then with an upward step, he was over the obstacle and turned to help Samantha.
The setting was quite erotic as her firm nipples were poking through the cotton fabric now stretched across her tits, and her mini skirt rode up to show the outline of her buns barely covered with a very skimpy bikini thong... if that did not make you damp or horny nothing would!
Then Samantha turned to help Tammy and her friends with all their personal baggage. With the benefit of the early morning sun, we watched Samantha's camisole top hang open and her beautiful 36D breasts hang down swinging freely. I mentally blessed the designer of the light cotton fabric camisole tops. Each time Samantha turned around to receive the gear that the girls passed up to her, she had to bend down, allowing us a voyeuristic view of her large yet firm tits swinging unrestrained inside her loose open necked top.
With all the girls' gear up over the obstacle, Samantha turned to catch up with Pat as Tammy started to climb over the large log lying across the track. Tammy reached up for the over hanging branch for support as her friends watched her and were giggling together making some comments about her situation.
The sun was shining through her thin cotton camisole top and outlined her firm upstanding 34C breasts. The beautiful curves of her breasts were accentuated by her nipples poking directly upwards through the soft fabric of the shirt. The curvature of her slim waist flowing out over her hips enhanced all this and was a picture of pure feminine essence.