The sun, the sand, the waves crashing nearby… This vacation was exactly what I needed after seven months of continuous stress on the job. Lying on my towel on the sparsely occupied beach south of Melbourne, I felt content. Almost completely satisfied. Behind me stretched a wilderness with big bushes, where random birds squawked and squealed. I felt one with nature, until a series of boom boom boom from a music box forced me to open my once meditating eyes.
The booming noise got louder. I tried to ignore it to no avail. As I lay on the towel, looking up at the bright sunny sky, a voice - a laughing, deep voice - broke through the music that pumped through the air.
With a groan, I sat back up, my meditative session completely lost. The sudden movement brought black spots to my eyes and I was acutely aware of how thirsty I was, and with it, how hot it actually was - reminding me to sunscreen. I reached into my bag for the bottle I had packed and hungrily gulped down the lukewarm water. Next came the SPF 50.
In between lotioning myself, I took a moment to look around and analyse my neighbours. Ten steps or so away to my right sat four young lads I estimated to be in their early twenties. I remember being that stupid a decade ago as well - I would have probably approached them and joined. But now, they started to feel like a nuisance. Gosh, I was getting old…
Each boy held a cup or can filled with what I assumed was an alcoholic drink. They were by far the loudest on the beach, with their annoying music box playing a mixture of techno, then rock, then rap. If the loud music wasn't cutting through the serene nature sounds, their harsh cackling laughter took over every now and then.
I lotioned my legs as I watched them laugh, talk and walk around the small campsite they had built. They were all shirtless and two were showing off their sculpted bodies. I say showing off because they definitely noticed me looking, tensing up their muscles and exaggerating their movements as they teased and hit one another or opened the blue cool box for new cans of beer. One of them, the skinniest one, seemed to be less comfortable with the attention, his shoulders and arms caving into himself on his chair.
As the boys grew louder, I turned away from them, taking in the two older gentlemen to my right. The taller of the two had a head covered in thick white strands and was very lean. He was animatedly telling a story to his almost completely bald and more pudgy friend. He seemed to sense my staring and warmly smiled at me in the midst of his storytelling. I couldn’t help but smile briefly before looking away blushingly. I looked further behind them, noticing some other groups scattered along the beach, but too far away to make up any features or noises.
Turning back to the waves in front of me, I leaned forward, criss-crossed my arms and tried to lotion up my back, not quite reaching the middle portion.
“I could help with that!” one of the muscular boys shouted across the distance, while the other three boys laughed - even the shy one of the group, his arms still hugging himself as he shook with stupid laughter.
Idiots, I thought.
“Ahm, hello,” I jumped to attention as the older gentleman with the hair appeared next to me. “This sounds daft after those vulgar boys, but I was actually coming over to see if ya needed some help with the sunscreen? The Australian sun doesn't play around...” He smiled warmly and I once again found myself reciprocating it.
“That's very kind of you,” I responded, and turned away from him, offering my back. This made me face the group of boys directly. As the older man grabbed the sunscreen bottle from my offering hand and went to work, the three other boys “Awh-ed” as they patted the muscular one who spoke up earlier, teasing him for being rejected for someone else.
The older gentleman chuckled behind me, “Never thought I would be making such young men jealous, but here I am helping a beautiful lady.”
“Hopefully they'll learn that good manners gets them someplace,” I replied, causing him to chuckle once more.
The soft rubbing of his large hands along my back felt so good. It had been a while since I had been handled so gently.
As if reading my mind, his began pressing deeper… moving along the curve of my shoulder blades and working into the knots that no amount of yoga could seem to release.
A soft moan escaped my lips.
“Sorry… force of habit,” He said, toning down the pressure in his fingers.
I whimpered in frustration, then “don't stop!” came out breathlessly.
I heard his breath catch, surprised by my demand, but he faltered only for a second before expertly reapplying the pressure. My head leaned forward and to the side as his hands worked their way up and down along my back and the right side of my neck. Moans and sighs continued to pass my lips involuntarily. Their cries were only joined by the occasional sound of the sunscreen bottle opening and closing as the man added more cream to lubricate his fingers' movements along my skin. Even the booming noise from the music box sounded distant.
The music!
My eyes flashed open, and I looked at the guys' campsite. They were no longer so loud and animated. They almost whispered to one another, sharing shocked smiles and knowing looks amongst one another when their eyes were not glued to the scene before them.
I straightened up, causing the old man to release me instantly, and mumbled a quick "thank you."
“Ahm, no worries… Thank you. The last time I massaged someone was my wife. Since she passed, I forgot how much I loved doing it.” His warm smile came back and lit up his face.
I watched him walk back to his pudgy friend, who was lying on his back pretending not to notice what had just transpired.
I say pretend, because the growing tent in his shorts stated otherwise.
Was I turning all these men on?
When I went back to lotioning up my legs, I couldn't help but be more expressive, knowing I had all their attention. My fingers lingered and slowed as I reached my bikini line and paid extra attention to my lower abdomen.
When I was done with my attempt at seductive lotioning, I felt empowered and pushed to do more.
My hands brushed up against the side of my body before reaching for the strings of my bikini top. I pulled slowly, enjoying the feel of the fabric brushing against my now rock-hard nipples before falling against my thighs. I reached up and undid my hair clip, exposing my breasts in their entirety as I let my long black hair roll down my back. I thought of how my thirty-four-year-old body might look to these groups of men. Young, tight and supple to the older men… Mature, full and sexy to the younger men. I felt a wetness pool between my legs and goosebumps rise along my now dry body.
I smiled to myself, knowing I had their full attention as I leaned forward and layed on my front, hiding the goods from them.
Every time I had to wiggle and rearrange myself into a more comfortable position, I couldn't help but slightly grind against the hard ground - wishing there was someone underneath me to grind back. It was maddening, wondering if I still had the attention of my audience, but not daring to open my eyes and look at them, letting them know how much I wanted them. Were they looking at the curve of my ass? Or were they following the swing of my legs as my feet crisscrossed?
It felt like forever, and no time at all, when another voice spoke to me. “Heyya!”
I opened my eyes to the muscular guy smiling down at me. I pushed myself up and faced him expectantly. His eyes tried hard to focus on mine, but he regularly failed, darting down to my exposed breasts for a quick second.
“We have quite a bit of beer, so I thought I'd bring ya one?” His adorable Australian accent made me smile.
“Thanks,” I said as I reached up and took the cold beer from his hand. Our fingers brushed, and now it was his turn to blush.
“What's your name?” I asked, opening the beer can with a fresh-sounding click.
“Billy,” he responded, then fell silent, watching me gulp down mouthfuls of beer.
“Cute name,” I said when I finally stopped. His face burned a deeper crimson.
“It's actually my birthday… Twenty-two,” he added proudly and hastily.
“Congrats, Birthday boy Billy,” I smiled and reached for my bikini top, tying it back onto me. Realising that this kid was twelve years younger than me shocked me into rethinking my actions. Billy seemed disappointed by my covering up.
“You could always join us. We're loud, but.”
After waiting a moment for him to continue, I finally said “... but what?”
“Oh!” He laughed, “No, that's just what we say sometimes. We put the ‘but’ at the end of the sentence.” He chuckled, adding, “I forgot that's not a normie thing.” After a beat, he continued with, “You should definitely think of joining us, but,” he winked. “Bet we could teach ya a thing or two about our language at least.”
I couldn't deny how intrigued I was. Images of Billy and me sprawled on the beach, all over each other, as the sun would set in two hours flashed across my mind.
He's twenty-two! another voice in my mind shouted across the images imagined.
“Besides, you'll have all four of us to help with lotioning up your back,” He smiled, knowingly.
Any reservations I had disappeared.
I stood, and Billy helped me gather my armful of things. Before we made our way to their campsite, I turned back to the older gentlemen. The masseuse of the two was looking at Billy and I, with a glint in his eyes. It was almost possessive… almost angry. Definitely no longer gentle. I quickly smiled at him apologetically, before turning back and putting my focus on the four young men who would hold my undivided attention.
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More drinks, jokes, music, and a whole lot of flirting later, I was sitting on Billy's lap as he kissed my ear and neck. Although the sun had not completely set, a campfire had been lit by Tom, the other muscular guy and Jaden, the shy one. Jaden and Tom sat on the other side of the fire, stoking its flames and speaking amongst themselves as they stole glances at Billy's hands that roamed across my tummy and legs. Eric, whom I’ve mentally named the funny one of the group, was walking along the shore grabbing crabs and putting them in a bucket to be cooked later.
“If this is how twenty two starts,” Billy’s hot breath tickled my ear, as his large hand roamed up from my navel to snake underneath my bikini top, grabbing a handful, “It’s going to be a fucking good year.”
“A fucking good year, indeed,” I reached behind me and grabbed the back of his neck, catching stray curls between my fingers and pulled him closer to my ear. The boy knew what he was doing as he licked, kissed and breathed all over my neck. I dug my feet into the sand and pressed myself deeper into his lap, hearing the camping chair squeak under our weight, but more importantly feeling his hardness beneath his swimming trunks push against my ass.
I looked over to Tom and Jaden, both of whom sat with widened eyes, lips slightly parted staring. Tom’s hand moved to his crotch, absentmindedly gripping and moving his member in his shorts. How I wish those hands were on my body parts instead.
“Billy…” I moaned his name once while looking at the boys. That seems to have done the trick.
He stood so suddenly, shocking me out of my trance. I felt gravity pull at my navel as Billy heaved me up. My foot dangled in the air as he carried me, stumbling along the sand to the darkness of the bushes, one hand tightly and hurtingly gripping my boob, the other across my hips. His hot chest burned into my back, and I could feel every muscle pressed firmly against me.
“Billy!” I said his name in fear now. He chuckled in response, before assuring me with an "almost there!"
We made it to the bushes, finding an enclosure where we wouldn’t be easily seen, when he finally let me back down. I stumbled to get my footing before turning to my abductor. “I could’ve walked these few metres - maybe next time grab a girls hand when you’re leading her someplace!” I complained, rubbing my sore left breast.
“You were good for covering up this,” he pointed to his crotch.
That shut me up. Even with his shorts on, there was no mistaking how well endowed he was. My hands reach for it, stroking it through his shorts. “Fuck!” He took a step back after the second rub. Was he already so close? The idea that I could get him to prematurely ejaculate hit my mind and it was all I could think of.
I looked around and noticed a tree stump to the right of us. Sitting on it, I removed my bikini top and exposed my large breasts to him for the second time today. His breathing got noticeably heavier as his eyes locked in on them. I took one nipple in between my fore- and ring fingers. Softly playing with the bud, perking them up, I watched as he absentmindedly licked his lips.
“Billy…” I moaned again. “Do you want a taste?”
He nodded, his eyes never leaving the play of my hand on my breasts. Unlike his confident rush to get me to this secluded spot, Billy now seemed timid -almost scared - as he slowly approached me and knelt down.
I could feel his hot breath an inch away from my nipple that sent a shiver down my spine. Goosebumps on my breast rose and I felt like my skin was going to explode when he wrapped his warm moist lips around the sensitive pink tit. My moan was almost a scream as Billy reached out, holding either side of my waist to steady me. He moved, hungrily now, constantly from one breast to another. Licking, sucking, kissing, and exploring. I could feel how soaked I was between my legs - was I going to be the one who came too fast instead?
I couldn’t take it any more, the pulsing need in my crotch was too high and I wanted him in me, filling me up with all he had.
My hand snaked down and started pulling down at the elastic of his shorts. Billy jumped up and stripped out of his only piece of clothing. His long, thick and veiny dick greeted me fully hard with precumpeaking out of the uncircumcised tip. It had been a while since I had seen one uncut, but I wasted no time gripping the shaft and slowly pulling it down to reveal the pink bulbous head that waited for me.
“Oh my god, it looks so good in your hands,” his voice came out strained and an octave higher.
“You think this looks good, imagine how good it would look going into my wet pussy.”
Billy sharply inhaled and held his breath. His legs shivered, and I was sure it wasn’t because of the now cooling sunset breeze that flew by.
“But first…” I said as I looked up at him, held his gaze and leaned forward to lick the sensitive underside, tasting his wet, dripping precum. His beautiful young face expressed the battle he was having with his body. Eyebrows scrunched together, eyes pleading, cheeks flushed and mouth hanging open.
His pink lips moved only for a second to let out a soft “no!” before his member that I still gripped in my hand started pulsating. Warm ropes of cum shot out, hitting my lips and nose. I quickly wrapped my mouth around his tip, taking in the rest of his seed. He pumped and pumped, moaning in relief as he emptied his balls into my eager mouth where I kept sucking and swallowing.
When he was finally done, he staggered back, completely spent and looking embarrassed as he mumbled, “Sorry… That was just… It’s been a while.”
An involuntary giggle spilled out of me. I shook my head and said, “You have no idea how hot - and complimenting - that was for me.” I grabbed my bikini top and started wiping the cum off of my nose and lips. Well, these are ruined, I thought before realising that I couldn’t put the bikini top on. I was going to have to go back to the camp topless. I imagined the looks on Tom and Jaden’s faces and felt new wetness pooling in my bottoms.
“Really?”
“Really,” I smiled sincerely at him. Even though I initially got turned on by the idea of this outcome, my crotch was now frustratedly wet and aroused. I needed some form of relief.
“But what are we going to do about this?” I said, leaning back and spreading my knees apart. A darker spot in my bikini bottoms showed how wet I was.
“Oh god,” Billy’s attention was captured again.
“I mean, look at how wet and ready I am for a dick to fill me up…” I pulled the swimwear fabric to the side and slid two fingers down the slit. A soft and small moan escaped my lips. I then lifted my fingers, just an inch or two away, pulling strings of wetness away from my pussy lips..
Looking back at Billy, his limp dick twitched. He held it and seemed to realise he wouldn’t be able to get hard again as quick as I would like him to. He pulled the shaft of his dick down and moaned at the sensitivity of it.
“Fuck!” He scolded himself. “I need some time before I’m ready again… but maybe…”
“Yes?” C’mon Billy. Say there are other things we could do. Serve me like I served you.
“Maybe - Only if you’re okay with it - Maybe I could…”
“Yeah?” Oh Billy, your lips sucking on my clit would get me there in no time! Your fingers pumping in and out of me is just what I need. My own fingers moved of their own accord and went back into my slit and softly slid up and down.
He hesitated before continuing, “... Maybe I could ask one of my mates if they’d be up for it right now?”
“Oh.” That, I did not expect. My fingers abruptly stopped their movements and my pussy clenched in expectation.
Was I really going to let him ask his friends to take over?
