Who wins? - Sex Stories

Who wins?

... Whatever, they seemed to be the only people moving about. Everyone else sprawled flat out or sat up reading. Carl spotted one man with earphones, his head nodding to a beat. Next to him, a lady, quite plump, struggled to her feet and, yawning, stretched her arms skywards, setting her considerable breasts in wobbling motion. She spoke to Mr Earphones, who pulled out the right plug and listened, looking up at her. He eventually nodded, replaced the earphone, and Mrs Plump settled back down, this time on her front. Carl glanced out to sea again and thought he spotted movement. He focused and nodded to himself. A head bobbed on the surface, perhaps a hundred yards from the shoreline. The hair was dark and Carl watched intently as the swimmer progressed slowly, almost languidly, towards the beach. Some fifty yards out, the swimmer stood, the water swilling around at chest height. The dark hair was cut to shape the round face, wet tendrils clung to the neck, and the chest was, in glorious fact, a magnificent pair of full proud breasts, bobbing and swaying with every wading stride. Carl was transfixed, oblivious to anything other than this fascinating creature emerging from the blue waters. He concentrated totally, forgetting to breathe for at least a minute. Then he exhaled, the long breath developing into a sigh as the swimmer’s trimmed wispy pubis came into view. From his vantage point, probably only thirty yards distant now, Carl studied the firm thighs, pleasantly rounded ...

... tummy and phenomenal tits topped with deep brown aureola. Walking tall on the beach, this was a proud and assured woman, confident in her nakedness, her skin a shade of sepia. She headed for the vacant blanket and parasol and Carl felt his cock twitch as she bent to retrieve her towel, lifted it with both hands and began to rub-dry her hair. The action set her breasts trembling and bouncing and Carl stared longingly. What a pleasure it would be to feel them, fondle them, kiss and suck them, caress and rest his head on them, between them! Next she patted dry her shoulders, followed by her chest and stomach and Carl’s dangler markedly thickened when she rubbed the towel between her legs. He stood, aware that his tool was no longer flaccid, and decided he needed to cool off in the sea before it became a full erection. He started to negotiate the walk down the slope of the soft sand but kept his gaze on the woman. He noticed a gold chain around her neck, a small ruby pendant sitting just above her breasts. She wore matching ruby ear rings. Towards the bottom of the slope, no more than five paces from the flat of the white beach, Carl lost his footing. He yelped and swung his arms wildly in an attempt to regain his balance. It was futile. He crashed with a thump on his rear end, toppled over on to his left shoulder and rolled twice before coming to a sand-covered halt. “Are you okay?” Carl gingerly got to his feet, brushed sand off his arms, torso and thighs as the velvety voice hung ...