As I walked the long path toward the beach, young men — teens and twenties — hurried the opposite way, toward the parking lot. Some looked confused, clutching their towels and coolers and toys; they all looked determined.
When I turned the last curve and saw the beach area, the sight was familiar. On the beach proper: families with tots and toddlers. Mostly moms, a few dads. Pails and float toys, picnics and squeals of laughter and excitement. On the opposite side of the path, on the grass: bikini-clad sunbathers stretched on towels, a menu for an appreciative man. Just girls, now, the boys having fled.
The families focused toward the shore. None turned around to see the events on the grass.
It’s funny how a certain style comes to adhere to every lake. At this one, bikinis are string-sided, with bare skin showing from ankle to bra strap. Quite delightful.
I sat on a picnic bench, my back to the table, and contemplated the menu. Girls turned over from time to time to toast the other side; they tended to do so in unison per cluster, which I have always found endearing.
Then the first one approached me, walking toward the bench with an appealing twitch in her hips. “Hi,” she said, “My name is Brooke.” She reached behind her back, and untied her top. When it was free, she put it on the picnic table, leaning over me and brushing one bare breast against my cheek. She straightened up and untied the bottom of her suit. “I have been with one boyfriend, and we’ve done vaginal and oral sex,” she continued, tossing the swimsuit panties on the table. “Well… I’ve sucked him — he hasn’t done me, yet. I wish he would.” With a formal curtsey she turned and went back to her blanket.
“Hi. I’m Christie. I’m a virgin,“ said the next girl, as she stripped out of her tiny suit and tossed it over my shoulder onto the table. A cutie indeed, petite and perky, with her pussy bare just as I like.
“Hello, my name is Allison. I’ve had three lovers, and except for anal I’ve tried everything.” One girl after another followed, giving me an introduction, a sexual history, and a strip show; each returned to her spot to sun in the nude, as the bikinis piled high on the picnic table.
When they were all arrayed before me, I chose two of the virgins. Unfortunately, it’s the only way to protect against disease. Reading minds can pick out the ones who know they are carriers, but not the ones who are unaware. It would be a nice change to enjoy some experience, but I can’t risk it. The two selected girls gathered up their clothes, purses, and so on, and walked with me to the car. To get things started, I had them stop every now and then for a kiss.
As we pulled away, I released my hold on the park. Even from such a distance, the astonished screams and squeals of the naked sunbathers put a smile on my face. One of these days I think I’ll just stick around, sitting at the table full of mixed-up bikinis, and watch.
— Frenulum
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