Fun in the Sun
Date: 1/10/2017,
Categories:
Fetish,
Lesbian Sex,
Voyeur,
Author: Kiss34, Source: xHamster
God, Lauren would you look at the size of that one. You know, they shouldn't even make bathing suits under a size six." Tina slurred, before taking another sip from her rum and coke. It was a pretty typical thing for her to say on a typical summer afternoon at the beach as we basked in the hot glow of the sun. It was what we had done most every day of our summer break as we worked to become, not just tan . . . but the goddess's of tan when we returned back to school. Yes, when we returned to school, everyone would either want us . . . or want to be us. "Look at him." Tina nodded toward the surfer coming out of the water with his board under his arm. "What a bod and look at the size of his package. Boy I'd like to ride his board." "You'd like to ride any board," I laughed. "Bitch. Oh-my-God-oh-my-God." Tina patted my brown shiny thigh urgently. "Never mind. I thought for a minute there that two hundred pounds of cottage cheese was walking down the beach, but it is just some fat lady." I watched the woman turn to look at us in anger. I was thankful the sunglasses hid my eyes. "Woohoo, boy that woman should be the poster girl for those cheese ads. Look at those thighs. Jesus!" I grabbed Tina's rum and coke, opened the top and poured the contents in the sand. "Damn it, Lauren, what'd ja do that for?" "You're d***k and you're going to get us in trouble." I tossed the empty cup in Tina's lap. "I think she ...
... heard you." "So what? We're dancers. We could kick da' shit out of her fat ass." Tina turned the cup up over her mouth and was rewarded by a drop or two of the leftover rum and coke. "Fuck, I am like so goddamn thirsty I could almost drink that nasty ass ocean water." "Go ahead." "Shit, you know I love the beach, but I hate the fuckin' water. Did you know that when you flush a toilet," she pointed out at the blue-green expanse of water. "That's were it ends up. Pretty ain't it. The world's biggest fucking toilet bowl. She reached into my beach bag, without asking. "You have any water left?" Her hand came out with my empty water bottle. "That's all that's left," I said. "Come on Lauren. Let's get outta here. Go make some drinks or something." "Okay, let me jump in the water to cool down for a minute." I walked down to the water and waded in. It was cold, but felt wonderful. I leaned back to dunk my head beneath the small waves and wondered why was it that when you lay out, the heat seems to concentrate in your head? By the time I got back, Tina had already packed our stuff up. "Come on, let's go. I've got to piss like a race horse," she said. "Just go in the water. That's what I do." "Jesus, you're sick . . . and that is exactly why I don't go in the water." We walked toward the public beach house. Well, ran was more like it. No matter how much time we spent at the beach, hot sand was ...