Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2003 16:51:10 +0000
From: Julie Stone
Subject: Julie and Paula's beach afternoon

This is strictly fantasy, although it involves some people I know and others
completely made up.

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It's been a fantastic summer here on the South Coast Uk, one of the best I
ever remember. It's been special for me too in a different way.

One of my favourite things is to go sailing. I have owned a sailing dinghy
of some kind or crewed for friends for years now. On this particular day I
had been gardening, and finished what I was doing just before lunch. I don't
live far from the sea and the sailing club and if there's a seabreeze
blowing, I can tell, from the tops of the trees at the end of the road.

I decided to go for a sail in the Laser rather than more gardening, and take
a picnic lunch. On the way to the club I stopped at the supermarket and
picked up some ready-made sandwiches and fruit and plenty to drink. Lunch
went in my little coolbag, and in another twenty minutes I was at the club
and rigged up ready to go.

In the middle of the harbour there are some islands, some dry out at low
water and are no more than sandbanks. Others are rocky and mostly inhabited
by seabirds. One island is sand dunes, not so many birds and some great
places to sunbathe au naturel, and it was that island I made for. I had
worked out that I would have about 3 hours to get there, picnic and sunbathe
and sail back before there was too little tide to get back to the club
slipway.

There were some cruisers about, and a couple of waterskiers and jetskis way
down harbour, but so far as I could see, I was the only dinghy out. Most
people were at work and it wasn't school holidays yet. My contract job had
ended a month before, I had plenty of money in the bank and had given myself
some time off to enjoy the summer.

The sea breeze was cooling and refreshing. It took little more than half an
hour to reach my island. I pulled the boat as high up the beach as I could,
above the high water mark and to make sure, I tied the bow line to the stump
of a bush. I stripped off my sandy wetsuit, dunked it in the water to get
rid of the worst of the sand and laid it on the boat to dry. My black
one-piece was slick and shiny like a seal - there had been seals in the
harbour for a month or two and I thought what fun it would be to swim with
them. They often popped heads up while we were out racing, curious eyes
wide, but I hadn't seen any that day.

I spread a towel and sat down to eat my lunch, then laid back and let the
sun soak into my bones. It didn't take long to get too hot in my swimsuit
and I peeled it off. I was already tanned all over from previous beach
afternoons on my island here and in other places that I could get away with
it. I was in a hollow of the sand dunes and could not see the island beach,
but it was so small I could hear anyone. The warm sun was arousing and my
hand strayed to my pussy. My pubic hair was trimmed short and a little
sun-bleached, I thought it looked pretty, inviting even.

To help myself to a climax, I recalled a session with my friend Cath. Both
of us are bi, and enjoy sex with each other as much as with our partners. My
husband has no idea about my secret life, but Cath's current boyfriend Sean
loves to see us together and then we take turns with him while the other
watches and helps keep the climaxes 'cumming'! Thinking about Cath's tongue
on my clitoris and mine on hers in a 69, while Sean's big dick slid in and
out of me soon made me gasp in orgasm, then I drifted off to sleep. I woke
after what seemed like just a few seconds. hearing a noise, and reached for
the towel and swimsuit. Before I could get the suit on properly a dark
haired girl appeared over the crest of the dune. "Paula" I said, "Good to
see you, I thought I was on my own for the afternoon".

She looked pointedly at my pussy which must have been showing signs of my
recent attentions. As I stood up, I could feel a little trickle start down
my thigh. Paula and I were rivals round the race marks and good friends in
the bar afterwards. I knew she had been going out with Mark who was just
about the best looking guy in the area (and knew it!), but as far as I knew,
Paula was absolutely straight. Now, I just wondered about that...

"Oh well now I'm here, we may as well both enjoy this lovely sunshine" she
said, unzipping her shorty wetsuit. The back zip stuck and she asked me to
sort it out for her. As I touched her spine and the fastening of her red
bikini, I felt a shiver run through her and there was a silent moment before
she said 'Thanks", and wriggled out of her wetsuit and bikini top. My knees
went like jelly and I sat down on my towel again. I could feel my juices
running more now.

Paula slid down her bikini pants and lay down. She had only a thin ribbon of
pubic hair and her pussy lips looked like they were shaved. It was a very
exciting sight, but for the moment I could do nothing. We both lay back,
shut our eyes and soaked up the sun again. "Jules" she asked after a short
silence. "Are you bisexual". It was such a blatant question that it stunned
me for a moment. Paula knew that I was married and I had never behaved in a
way in the sailing club changing rooms or showers that could have made her
suspect this.

"Well?" she asked.

"Yes" I said quietly. "How did you know?".

"I didn't" she said "I guessed - and I have a confession to make".

"What?"

"I saw you make yourself cum"

And I had thought I was on my own. I must have been so excited I didn't hear
you come ashore.

"You were saying names - Cath and Sean".

"Well, now you know" I said, blushing - I could feel myself going red all
over in fact, but Paula was laughing.

"It's OK" she said, "Me too"

"Chris?" I asked "Does he know"

"Oh yes" she said. "Mark and his sister and her boyfriend too". I knew
Paula's sister Nicky was going out with Will who was legendary for having a
huge dick and a sexual appetite to match. All these thoughts were making me
even wetter.

"But for this afternoon, there's just us" she said. I needed no better
invitation and turned towards her. She turned too and we kissed deeply,
rubbing sandy bodies against each other, her leg pushing mine apart.

Her hand went between us, teasing my nipples, sliding down to where my
soaking slit was leaving snail trails on her thigh. She stroked my inner
surfaces gently and slid two fingers in to me. I was in heaven already. I
had never even fantasised about sex with Paula before,with friends I am sure
are straight, I never give them a clue unless they come on to me first.

Paula's fingers were getting me incredibly close to an orgasm, but I didn't
want to cum yet. I pulled away and rolled her on her back. She obligingly
opened her legs for me, revealing beautiful pink pussy lips and a dribble of
juices which I lapped up, before finding her little button. I nibbled on it,
teased it with lips and 'hummed' to make my lips vibrate. Paula had never
experienced this and was in immediate ecstasy.

When she calmed down a little, she got back to work on me. "I take this
everywhere" she said, producing a mini-vibrator from the little bag that
she'd brought towel and sun-cream in. She turned it on and started to stroke
all around my pubic area. It packed some good power for such a tiny vibe and
she knew how to use it in conjunction with her lips and fingers. It wasn't
long before I was laying on my back gasping with pleasure and out of breath
from a terrific climax.

We were limited for time on the beach by the tide, and decided to sail back
to the club together. On a weekday we had the shower and changing room to
ourselves and made the most of it, running soapy hands over breasts kneeling
down to give each other another good pussy-licking and teasing nipples with
towels and tongues. I used the little vibrator inside Paula's pussy as I
licked her out and  she was in heaven.

We packed up our boats and shared one last long kiss before parting and
promising to meet again in a few days for some more fun, perhaps as a
threesome next time.

It was difficult to face my husband that evening knowing what I'd been
doing, but I tried to remain casual as I told him about meeting Paula on the
island. I asked him to start the barbecue for dinner while I tried to think
about other things. One day I have to try to tell him. Maybe he will want to
be a part of it, maybe not.

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