Chapter One
Chapter One
The sun shone high in the bright blue sky as the clear waters sparkled and rolling waves broke on the clean sands, as Spring Break raged all around him. He smiled to himself, basking in the playful aura that filled the air, as he enjoyed that this was definitely
not
the type of beach his wife (now ex) had in mind when she’d planned their vacations.
Everywhere, groups of scantily-clad college students roamed around in nothing but skimpy bikinis or swimming trunks, their perfectly toned bodies shimmering as the heat rose from the sands upon which they walked, or shining in the sun as they emerged from the sea, their bodies dripping wet, their beachwear clinging to the slim, toned bodies.
Some women had thrown caution to the wind and gone completely topless, causing more than a few cricked necks and more than a couple of collisions; young men crashing into one another as they, caught by surprise, gawked at the women’s perfect bodies on display for all to see.
Yet these women paid no mind to the leering stares, the hungry glare of the eyes taking in their sublime bodies. They simply kept on walking, seemingly oblivious to the power their exposed figures had on those around them, although, Josh was sure, behind their dark sunglasses, they were taking in every moment of the carnage their beauty left in their wake.
And who can blame them?
If you’ve got it, flaunt it.
Josh didn’t quite have
it
, at least not compared to some of the other men here. But they were half his age and likely college athletes, so it wasn’t a fair comparison, so it didn’t bother him. He knew he had never looked better, had never been slimmer or had more muscle.
It’s amazing what a divorce can do for your health
, he’d thought that morning, examining his naked body in the full-length mirror as he stepped out of the shower.
A year ago, he wouldn’t have even
considered
undressing at the beach, but here he was in nothing but his bathing trunks, spread out on a sun lounger, taking in the rays.
As he lay in the sun, a small parasol opened but not covering him by his side, his skin slick with sun lotion and sweat, he finally realised what it was his wife liked so much about sunning herself on the beach. It was invigorating. His body was burning, but it felt good, like he was recharging his batteries. Just being here in the sun, forcing himself to lay there and do nothing but quietly exist in the moment was revitalising.
Or perhaps it was Chiho and Aiko who were the ones revitalising me,
he thought to himself, a grin spreading across his face.
Yes, he decided, having sex with two stunning Asian college students was definitely a wonder tonic. And on the same day no less!
True, he hadn’t had
sex
sex with Chiho, but she had been more than adept at using the rest of her body to pleasure him that he wasn’t sure if it could get any better. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want to find out!
He licked his lips, as if he could still taste her desire on them, her wet fingers gently wettening them as she gave just the most agonisingly teasing taster, before rushing out of his apartment.
He took a breath, trying to calm himself down as he felt his cock growing in his trunks, the thought of being with both women racing through his mind, as Aiko’s last words to him, the ones she had shouted as she ran off across the beach to meet her friends, his release pooling in her panties, provided the soundtrack.
Chiho was right, you do have the best cock.
He had had no idea Chiho and Aiko knew each other, but now that he did, a world of possibilities seemed to open up before him, none of which helped ease his growing erection.
He yelped and sat up suddenly as something ice cold landed between his legs, sending chills through his semi-hard cock.
Looking down, he saw it was a can of ice-cold diet cola. He picked it up and turned to see what joker had thrown it in his lap and why.
“Sorry,” she said, “I thought my favourite virgin could do with a bit of cooling off.” She smiled at him, her teeth a perfect white.
It was the woman from the poolside bar, the waitress, the one who had served him the alcohol-free (i.e. virgin) Sex on the Beach.
Josh tried to think of a response, but she was the last person he was expecting to suddenly show up and the cold chill on his cock was distracting to say the least.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “it’s on the house, especially now it’s touched your junk.”
“Err, thanks,” he said, cracking the can open, and taking a long swig.
“I thought you were looking pretty hot,” she said as he continued to drink from the can, “warm too.”
He spluttered, choking as the cold drink went down the wrong way, his hand covering his mouth as she tried not to spray the sweet liquid everywhere.
“Are you ok?”
“I’m fine,” he said, clearing his throat as he tried to regain some composure, “it just went down the wrong way.”
“Funny,” she said, “I’ve never had that trouble.” She stuck her hand out. “I’m Emi.”
“Hi Emi,” he said, breathing heavily, swapping the can of cola into his other hand and reaching out to shake, “I’m Josh.”
“Nice to meet you, Josh,” she said, shaking his hand vigorously. As she did so, her breasts began to bounce in her small bikini top, and he tried hard not to stare, a particularly difficult task given she was standing over him.
“I believe we’ve met,” he said, “ at the bar by the pool.”
“But that was business,” she said, letting go of his hand, “this is all pleasure. Well, mostly.” She signalled to her feet. His eyes moved downwards, taking in her breasts and her toned stomach, her short shorts with the tied straps of her bikini bottoms sticking out of the sides, and her long, smooth legs running down to her petite feet in a pair of sandals.
In front of her sat a cooler, inside of which were a large number of drinks cans, mixed in with blocks of ice.
“Plenty of thirsty customers on the beach,” she said by way of explanation, “and I don’t just mean for drinks.”
She glanced down the beach at a trio of women walking down across the sands, their shiny, toned bodies catching everyone’s attention.
“You mind?” she asked, holding out her hand.
Before he could reply, she reached forward and took the can of cola from his hand. He watched as she took a swig, tilting her head back and exposing her long, elegant neck as she took a long deep drink, then sighed, refreshed as she pressed the can between her breasts, the cold metal cooling her skin.
“Thanks,” she said, handing him the almost-empty can back.
“No problem,” he said, as he watched her reach into the ice box and pick up a chunk of ice.
“You mind if I leave this here?” she asked. “Better to keep it in the shade than lug it around with me all day.”
“Sure thing,” he said, forcing himself to maintain eye contact as she rubbed the ice cube against one breast and then the other.
“Increases sales by twenty-three per cent,” she said, dropping the piece of ice onto the hot sands, “ask me how I know.” He said nothing as his eyes glanced down at her chest, her iced nipples poking prominently against the material.
He felt her eyes on him and his eyes immediately rose to meet her gaze. She said nothing, but a slight smile grew across her face as she unbuttoned her short shorts and wriggled her hips as she slid them down her legs, letting them fall to her feet, leaving her standing there in nothing but a skimpy bikini.
“Wish me luck,” she said, winking before she headed off across the beach.
“Now there’s a pair of thirsty gentlemen if ever I saw one,” she said as she began her sales pitch to a pair of horny college students who were already eyeing her slim body hungrily.
“Good luck,” he said to himself, watching her firm ass moving as she strolled across the sands, no doubt in his mind that she didn’t need any luck at all.