Forbidden Fruit - Sex Stories

Forbidden Fruit

"Are you looking at the man or the woman?"

Eileen glanced at her Mom, Abbey, and said, "They're both pretty nice."

She looked back down the beach at the man sitting on a towel, with his hands behind him for support. His female companion lay on her back, the curves of her perfect body obvious to Eileen even from thirty yards away.

Abbey smiled as she watched her daughter stare at the couple, seemingly unable to take her eyes off them. A moment later, the woman rolled onto her stomach. She reached behind her and untied her bikini. Providing only a fleeting glimpse of her full breasts, she pulled the bikini aside and put her head down on her towel.

"If you could be either one of them, which would it be?" Abbey asked.

"Mom! You're awful," Eileen said. After a short hesitation, she added, "I have to choose?"

"Ooooooh," Abbey sighed. "So you want them both. I would have never expected that from you."

"I don't want them both," Eileen said emphatically.

"It's OK to fantasize, hon."

"Quit putting words in my mouth," Eileen said.

"And thoughts in your head?"

Eileen frowned. "You've been watching them, too. Don't make it sound like I'm the perverted one."

Abbey waited, and then said, "She must be shy. There are plenty of women on this beach without tops on. Of course, none of them SHOULD be topless. And the one with the body to do it is too shy. It's a shame."

"OK, I've been watching him, not her. So there. I didn't even know he was with ...

... anybody," Eileen said with sufficient sarcasm.

Abbey took her water bottle and sprayed her daughter on the back with it. Eileen shrieked, but appreciated the cold water on her scorched back.

They sat on a beach in St. Maarten, a popular stop for cruise ships in the Caribbean; although Eileen, Abbey, and their husbands were there on a private vacation. It was wickedly hot and sunny, perfect for sunbathing and watching sunbathers.

In fact, Eileen and Abbey themselves may have been the subject of a similar conversation by others on the beach. Eileen was twenty one and attractive, with long brown hair that curled onto her neck and a body custom made for a bikini.

It was Abbey, at forty one, that may have earned a second look from more men. She had the same curves in the same places as her daughter, but on a more mature frame. Her hair was just as brown and wavy, but shorter than Eileen's. Overall, she was the type of woman any man over thirty would love to be with.

Together, they were a striking pair. But that didn't prevent them from ogling the equally impressive couple on the towels. Eileen, and most likely every man in the vicinity, was now looking at the woman's delicious ass, the cheeks barely covered by a tiny bikini bottom. Below that, there wasn't an ounce of fat on her smooth thighs or tight calves.

Out of the corner of her eye, Eileen saw her mother lean back and lay down. She did the same, closing her eyes and feeling the heat of the summer sun on her ...