Donna drove the beach buggy with Jo and Kate, Chris the one loaded with supplies. They had to go back out the gate and north to get to a road to the beach, and then back down the beach to the walkway leading to the condo. They all helped set up the blue and white striped cabana, after which Chris unloaded the ice chest and the girls set up the lounge chairs.
He froze in place when the girls stripped off the cover-ups and began excitedly covering each other with sunscreen. They were oblivious to how luscious they looked in the bikinis, but no red-blooded male would be; he certainly was not!
When they turned and started toward the water, Chris loudly complained about getting no help with his sunscreen. They hurried back and six hands quickly covered him in the lotion. As soon as they were through, Kate yelled, “Last one in is a rotten egg!”, and they sprinted for the water.
Chris lingered; 73 degrees might feel warm on the beach, but the water temperature was also 73 degrees, and that wasn’t going to feel warm. He gathered up three oversized beach towels and walked toward them.
The girls raced pell-mell into the water, stumbling and falling into the deeper water behind the shore break. They were already squealing when they went down, and they shrieked when they were able to get up and scrambled for shore. Their arms were wrapped around their chests, they were shivering, and he could see the goose bumps covering all that exposed skin.
He stopped a few feet away, holding the towels out. “Want to dry off already?” he calmly asked. “I thought you wanted to go swimming!”
They each tore a towel out of his hands and began energetically rubbing their chilled skin, with teeth chattering. Donna finally expelled, “MY GOD THAT’S COLD!!!”
Chris knew he was going to be punished, but he couldn’t keep from grinning as he watched. After a few seconds Kate saw him, and yelled, as loud as she could with her teeth chattering, “YOU SHIT! You knew and didn’t warn us!”
Jo looked up at the wide-eyed innocence on his face, at him holding his hands up in denial, and knew! “Throw him in!” she yelled and tried to grab him; he backpedaled away, and then played dodge as they tried in vain to corner and catch him. After a couple of minutes, he trotted down the beach a few steps and told them, “Toss your wet towels on the loungers and let’s go for a jog to warm you Eskimos up. I can tell by the pebbles poking your bikini tops that the water must have been a bit chilly.”
They did circle up to toss the towels on the tables, but then tried to gang rush him again; unfortunately, he hit a gear they couldn’t and led them on a merry chase down the beach, giggling and threatening as they ran.
After a mile or so, he slowed down, turned, and started running backward until they caught up. They were laughing now, but still trying to capture him and throw him into the water, while complaining about him letting them run into the ‘freezing water’.
After another quarter mile, he suddenly turned and ran into the water, through the low area, over the first break, and dove head first into an oncoming wave. He came up swimming, and then stood up on the second break.
“Come on in! The water’s great!”
They were about to start cussing him when a little boy appeared beside them. With big eyes he said, “That man is crazy! The water is really, really cold!”
Donna loudly replied, “You’re right — he’s crazy!” She flipped him the bird, hiding it on the other side of her body so the boy couldn’t see. Chris splashed around for a few minutes, and then swam back to the first break. He appeared out of the water again, stood, and asked, “None of you are going to come in and swim? Why did we come to the beach?”
All three cut him dirty looks, and when the boy walked away, shot him the bird. He came running out of the water with arms extended and yelled, “Guess I’ll have to catch you and throw you in!”
They shrieked, took off like scared Jack Rabbits, and scattered out, running as fast as they could for the cabana. Kate was closest to the water, so Chris ran her down, scooped her up kicking and screaming, and walked into the water with her. She was writhing in his arms, trying to get away before he could throw her into the cold water, which caused a wardrobe malfunction that displayed her quite impressive titties, featuring rock-hard little brown nipples inside half-dollar sized light brown aureoles.
She caught him looking, but instead of pulling her top back up, she looked him in the eyes and turned her body to rub her bare breasts on his chest. “Bad girl!” he murmured.
“Bad boy,” she murmured back, “you’re the one looking. What would your fiancée say?”
He started to look around, but she said, “Don’t worry — they’re at the camp. You can look, touch, or kiss all you want,” and rubbed them all around his chest.
“You are temptation incarnate, sexy Kate, but I’m not that guy.” “I know — that’s why I can temp you so fearlessly.”
With that, she pulled the top up, and he set her on the ground in the shallow water along the shore. “It doesn’t seem so cold now,” she observed quietly, “it must be how hot you make me.”
He looked over his shoulder, saw Jo and Donna looking for the sunscreen, and popped Kate on the butt. “Bad girl!” he growled.
She winked at him and replied in a sexy voice, “I’ll give you ten minutes to stop that!” They laughed and started for the camp.
It was an innocent enough moment, but, on top of the moment when they were dancing, Kate had let him know beyond a shadow of doubt that she was available whenever he wanted her… and had shown him that she had very nice tits.
This time they applied the sunscreen more thoroughly and lay down on the loungers to work on their tans. Chris refused their offer, saying he was expecting Diane to call any second… and she did right after he said that. He took the beach buggy back to the gate, told the guard what he was doing, and waited.
His phone rang seconds later; it was his buddy from UT Knoxville, Wayne Scholl, who wanted to know where they were. He told them what the camp looked like, and then waited until Diane and her mystery friend showed up.
He spotted Diane’s Escape, waved, opened the gate, signaled for them to follow him, and led them to the condo. After greeting his sister with a hug, she introduced, “My boyfriend, Dale. He plays second base for the Commodores!” Dale was a good looking young man, maybe 6′ and 185-190 pounds; very fit and athletic looking.
He showed them to their room, let them change, gave them the combination for the front door, and hauled them to the beach.
Wayne and his three friends pulled up at the same time. Chris went to meet them, and Wayne told him, “Don’t worry — none of us have any symptoms of the virus. We’ve been in the car for two days, so I can guarantee it!” Chris laughed, thanked him, and the groups engaged in loud and happy greetings all around, with introductions where required.
Diane one-upped the other girls when she took off her cover-up: it was smaller, and her more mature body was curvier. She preened a bit for her new boyfriend, usurped Chris’ lounger, and asked Dale to help her apply the sunscreen.