It was a reasonably tough pull. Easy at home, on grass and earth, but harder on dust and jagged rock. Halfway up we paused, we were already higher than the plateau and I was now, at this stage, wondering if Alicia had been pulling our legs all along.
But here we were, so onwards and upwards.
We stared. We stood and stared. It was paradise. And so unexpected. White sand. Trees. A stream winding out of the greenery at the back of the beach, cutting a channel in the sand as it fought its way to freedom. We made our way carefully downhill, conscious that we’d have to climb back up this later. Still, that was later, we were here for now. And no one else was. Surely here, fingers crossed, you would fulfil a fantasy and go naked.
We set our bags down at the back of the beach, near the stream and in the shade. I peeled off my sodden t-shirt and took off my shoes and socks. You pulled your sundress over your head, your bikini already beneath, and we ran, whooping, down the sand, only slowing when the chilly water made us gasp with O shaped lips, arms in the air. But we kept going, wading through the breakers until our shoulders were under. The water was clear glass, small fish darting around us, the sun creating dazzling diamonds on the rippling surface, and we swam and larked about and whooped some more.
But soon we needed food.
We spread our towels on the sand and whilst we ate we dried. And whilst we dried I watched you, my wife of twenty five years, sitting cross legged on your towel. Slim, toned from running and Pilates, above average height for a woman, slightly hanging A cup breasts with bullet nipples that pushed through the fabric of your bikini top. And wide hips for your build which I loved to grip when fucking you from behind, a position you loved, especially if there was a mirror to stare into. Mid-forties also, but always mistaken for much younger. I stared and smiled. Perfection.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I said, “just enjoying the view. Especially those fabulous nipples of yours.”
You blushed but then swung yourself across me, kneeling either side of my shins, the sun behind you, silhouetting your very fit body in a dazzling halo. With a quick glance towards the cliffs you unfastened your bikini top and tossed it onto your towel. You leant forwards and we kissed. As you sat back up I followed you, taking one of your nipples into my mouth, cupping and then gently squeezing your other perky breast. You sighed and shuffled backwards down my legs, pulling my shorts down as you went. I hardened quickly when you wrapped your fist around me, and exhaling slowly I closed my eyes.
Perfection had become even better.
But then some sixth sense made me look up and glance back towards the cliff. I tapped your shoulder. You were just leaning downwards, your mouth opening.
I pulled my shorts up as quickly as I could, considering, and you put your bikini top back on. Whoever they were, and there only appeared to be one, was very slowly and very carefully descending the steep dusty path onto the beach. Getting closer It appeared to be a woman.
It was only when she was about a hundred metres away that I recognised her.
“I thought that I’d come and see if you had found it OK,” she said, grinning. “Is that OK?”
We both nodded ascent, and exclaimed how nice it was to see her, but I was more than a little disappointed. But then felt churlish, it was too nice a day to be feeling disappointed about anything.
Alicia dropped her straw shoulder bag onto the sand and pulled out a large bottle of water, taking a long draught.
“I think that I need a swim,” she said, and pulled her loose fitting, lilac, linen blouse over her head leaving me no option but to ashamedly and embarrassingly ogle. Covering her ample and gorgeous breasts was an undercut white bikini top, cleavage overflowing from underneath as well as above, dark areole casting shadows from beneath the fabric. She bent over and I continued to make a fool of myself by staring at her swaying and barely contained breasts. Under her very worn denim shorts was a matching pair of white, high hipped bikini bottoms. She strode off down the beach and I gazed, rapt, at her hourglass figure and how the bikini bottoms actuated the pitch and roll of her ample backside.
Curvy, that was how you would describe Alicia, naughtily, haughtily curvy. I felt myself stir and, still staring at her receding arse, I imagined my seven thick inches nestled between those plump cheeks as it slowly slid back and forth until I came up her back, cascade after cascade, all the way to the backs of her shoulders. I shook my head to rid myself of such things. Even so, one could dream, couldn’t one; it costed nothing, it was guilt free, it was fun and it was certainly arousing.
Coming to my senses, and anyway Alicia was by now in the water, I glanced guiltily towards you. But you too had been staring. And your cheeks were flushed. Laughing at each other we watched her swim for a few minutes before she turned, waved and shouted, “come on you two”.
I decided to stay in the shade for a while, but you went down to the sea and I watched as you caught her up and both swam around each other, full of non stop chatter and laughter. My heart rose into my throat, all being well with the world as I enjoyed the warmth on my skin and relished being alone on a secluded beach with two beautiful women. Life was good.
You were probably only in the sea for fifteen, twenty minutes or so, but it felt like longer when I glanced up from my book to see you both strolling up the sand towards me. You dropped down onto your respective towels and reached for some water.
Alicia said that she needed to put some more sunblock on and fetched a small bottle out of her bag. I commented that she must get through a fair bit of it, living here. She explained that she bought a huge ten litre pump container every spring and used it to top up smaller bottles, like the one she was using today.
“It just about lasts the season,” she said. “I love the sun. But despite my colour I can still burn.”
“And it’s the healthy thing to do as well,” I said.
She smiled back, a lovely warm smile. “Absolutely.” She turned to you, waggling the bottle; “would you?”
You glanced at me, your cheeks a little flushed. In over thirty five years I’m not sure that you’ve ever rubbed sunscreen onto another woman, and I wondered if you would be aroused by it at all. I doubted it. “Erm, yeah, sure,” you said, flushing even more.
Alicia lay forwards on her towel, propping herself up on her elbows, her breasts resting and spreading across the towel, distending the bikini fabric. You squeezed the small bottle between her shoulder blades and she hissed as it dribbled against her skin. Slowly, gently, you smoothed it sideways and Alicia lay down flat, one arm by her side the other under her turned face; a face turned towards me, eyes closed. A deep sigh emanated as you slowly massaged the cream into the area of skin above her bikini.
You gently tugged at the strap. “Shall I erm undo this?” You blushed some more.