Beauty and the Beach, a short story by Dragon Slayer. Date added: 2011-11-02. Times viewed: 6220.

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Intro: A beach babe has everyone mesmerised. F/M, Exhib, Voy,

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Beauty and the Beach

Last summer my wife and I holidayed on Tenerife in the Canary Islands. It was a scorching day and I decided to have a cold beer at the beach bar near our hotel. However it was not the hot weather or the refreshing cold beer that I was sitting at one of the outside tables in the shade that afternoon for. 

With a few hours away from my wife, I chose this location knowing that the beach would be full of scantily clad pretty women. Most of whom would be wearing bikinis, and if I was lucky there would be a few topless ones as well. I must admit that I am a nipple and boob man. 

That afternoon, I was not disappointed; there were many women of all shapes and sizes displaying their tits, either lying on the beach, wading into the sea and some even frolicking with their friends and loved ones. On the beach, less than 20 metres from where I was sitting was this incredible woman sunbathing on a beach towel. She was the one that caught my eye as she lay there stretched out in the sun. She was there when I arrived at the bar some 30 minutes earlier, and she was the reason why I chose the table closest to her. At first I thought she was naked, all she was wearing was a tiny triangle of material, almost the same colour as her tanned skin, for a bikini bottom.

She looked absolutely gorgeous. Her long hair fanned out on the towel emphasised her near nakedness as she lay spread eagled on her back. Her entire body looked fit and well toned, probably from spending many hours in a gym. Magnificent was the only word that I could think of to describe her breasts; a good B, neither too large nor too small and as firm and pert as anyone could wish for. Her nipples were dark and large in proportion to her breast size as they stood proud and slightly upturned when she sat up. 

There was a group of young men sitting on a table near me, that by their unabashed ogling at the girl and raucous comments, were lusting after her. People walking on the beach were detouring their path to walk closely past her and those sat on the beach were continually staring and admiring her, much to the annoyance of some of their female companions. 

With all this going on, it must have been obvious to the woman that her fantastic almost naked body was the centre of attention of all near her. 

In the time that I had been sitting there watching her, three different young, sun bronzed beach hunks had fancied their chances and gone up to her and tried to join her. The woman chatted quite happily each time for a few minutes, maybe even flirted a little, obviously aware, but unfazed at how much they obviously wanted her. She seemed to have been polite but insistent, flashing her wedding ring at them to reclaim her privacy. 

Then I watched as two young men approached her. More forceful than the previous attempts on her, they immediately sat at each side of her. I could not make out any of the conversation, but she seemed quite happy to tease them a little as she sat up and leant slightly backwards resting on her hands behind her. By leaning back sexily, she grinned at them as they watched her wonderful bare breasts sway around freely. I and a lot of other people also watched the erotic flaunting of her breasts; some hoping that she would accept the advances of the two studs and others willing her to rebuff them. 

In a short time, she dismissed the two men and, dejectedly they made their way to the beach bar, ordered a couple of beers and sat at a table close to me to contemplate what could have been. I realised that I had finished my beer and I was due to meet my wife back at our hotel at four o'clock. I checked my watch and I still had a bit of time though, so I too ordered another beer; any excuse to stay a little longer and watch the sexy woman below me on the beach. 

My attention quickly went back to her as she changed position. Was she going to lie on her stomach and give us voyeurs a view of her peachy bum, unobstructed by the tiny thong she was wearing? 

She stood up and looked even more stunning than she did lying down. She brushed off the sand that the sun tan lotion had stuck to her body. She must have known that she was being watched as she took time to lazily and seductively ensure that every last speck of sand was brushed from those magnificent breasts. Not only did she just brush them, but she also stroked them and squeezed them, hardly concealing her small gasp, as she teased off the last tiny grain from the tip of her very stiff looking nipple. She seductively twisted round behind her back to get that last imaginary piece from the top of her thighs, sticking her breasts out as she did so, her firm bare tits thrusting out challengingly as she stood there as if posing for an erotic photograph.

A sigh of disappointment was heard in the bar as she reached down into her beach bag and took out what looked like a cardigan. All eyes were upon her as she pulled on a small cotton shrug; it was tiny and did not meet in the middle. The white cloth hardly covered the swell of her breasts and only just covered her nipples, but not totally from view as they could be seen through the thin material. 

The woman glanced quickly around her, as if checking that nobody was looking too closely; or was she checking to ensure she had a large audience, which she had. My heart almost stopped beating as she calmly stuck a thumb into each side of her bikini bottoms, and with a final glance around her, she pushed down with her thumbs, and slid the tiny bikini bottoms slowly down her shapely thighs, not stopping till it fell in a tiny tangle at her feet. Stepping daintily out of them, she slowly bent down and picked them up and folded them neatly before putting them in her bag.

Then she searched through the bag for the bikini bottom's replacement standing calm and naked, except for the cheeky little shrug, for all to admire. I should have realised that with such a tiny bikini, she would be fully shaved, but it was still a thrill to see her facing the beach bar with her legs slightly open and her labia proudly on display for all to see. My heartbeat had gone through the roof and I had to fight for my breath, sucking in great gulps of air as I continued to stare at the wonderful sight in front of me. At first, I thought the bikini bottom replacement was a thin flimsy scarf, but when she wrapped it around her thighs it turned out to be a light wrap-around skirt that barely covered the cheeks of her rounded bottom. She turned away from the beach bar and bent down to pick up her belongings and stuff them into her bag, giving us a view of her tight arse and pussy. 

It looked like the show was at an end as; with a last cheeky grin around her she walked, almost skipping, happily off. Every man within fifty metres or more was only too aware that she had no bra or panties under the skimpy little clothes that she had on. 

Probably like every man in the beach bar, my prayers were answered when she turned to walk past where I was sitting. I casually re-arranged my erection in my shorts and turned slightly to face the direction that she would pass by. However, to my pleasure, and no doubt that of a number of others around me, she stepped onto the beach bar deck and pulled back a chair and sat down at a spare table right opposite me.

She flashed me a quick smile, but before I could even smile back, the waiter had jumped in between us, eager to serve the young beauty that he also had no doubt been observing on the beach. He made no pretence of diverting his eyes as he looked down at the loose flaps of the shrug as they parted to reveal both dark areolas and the deep valley between her tits.

He disappeared for the drink that she ordered, and left her in full view to me. Though she was no longer smiling at me, or acknowledging anyone’s presence for that matter, she put her feet up on the chair next to her, revealing a close view of her pussy to me and the two studs that unsuccessfully made a play for her earlier. Up close she was even more beautiful than she had been at twenty metres. She simply sat there, playing with the gold wedding ring on her finger, as if saying aloud to everyone around her that they could look all they liked, but couldn’t touch.

Her drink arrived, but she politely ignored the waiter as he hovered over her. She reached into her bag and took out a pair of high-heeled sandals. Everyone was then treated to the sight of this beautiful young woman, as she bent over and crossed her legs back and forth as she put her high heels on and strapped them up, wiggling her painted toenails and caressing her legs as she did. No-one was left in any doubt that this sexy goddess had no bra or panties on.

When she finished her drink, she stood up, flicked her hair back and picked up her beach bag and started to leave. As she passed me she put her drink bill next to my beer.

“Pay this for me handsome,” she said to my surprise, “and I might just make it worth your while.”

I looked around to see if anyone else had heard, but every man at the bar was too occupied watching her walk away, hips swaying and the short skirt blowing up in the warm breeze showing off her gorgeous suntanned bare arse. I quickly finished my beer and dropped a twenty euro note on the table. Standing up carefully, I re-arranged my straining erection more comfortably in my shorts and casually walked off in the direction she had gone, feigning indifference to everything around me.

I soon caught up with her, and fell into step just behind her, but not once did she look behind to see if I was following which made me think that perhaps I had misunderstood her. She left the beach and entered into a 5 star hotel that was right on the beach. As she walked confidently across the reception to the lifts, I became aware that many eyes followed the woman that I myself was following. There was no turning back now as I stood behind her waiting with another couple and an older woman for the lift to arrive. It arrived and the five of us entered the lift, the woman paying no heed to me or the other occupants. In fact she continued to act as if I didn't exist, but with her back to the others, she leant forward just a little, allowing her shrug to open, affording me a clear view of her fantastic nipples. I was so turned on by catching a glimpse of her bare breasts under these circumstances that it made me want her even more.

The lift came to a halt and the vision stepped out, not looking back, and making no sign that I should follow her. I followed her anyway; down the deserted corridor as she strode purposely just in front of me. Then my heart skipped a beat as she eased the shrug off her shoulders and nonchalantly let it slip down behind her, and fall freely to the floor. In a trance, I bent down and picked it up, the woman not so much as breaking her stride. Then her hands went to her skirt, releasing it and letting it slowly unfold down her hips and slide down her long, bare legs. Momentarily it caught around her right ankle before she kicked it away. My cock, which had remained hard since I saw her lying on the beach, twitched in my shorts as I watched her, spellbound. 

She completed the last few steps to her room naked, her back and peachy arse on full view to me, her hips swaying seductively as she took each step. At her door she stood leaning against the doorframe and smiled back at me, at last acknowledging my existence. Wearing just high heels and her jewellery, she looked at me with a wicked grin on her beautiful face.

I just stared at her, sweating and lost for words.

“The key Dragon,” she said to me urgently, indicating the door. “Open the bloody door and let us back in our room before anyone comes and catches me starkers like this. Do you want to get me arrested?”

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