Celia moved around on her hands and knees straightening her towel. She remained on her knees facing the two men and applied sunscreen to her arms. She could feel them both watching. Through the brim of her sunhat she could see their heads turned toward her. A rush of excitement filled her once more as she rubbed the tanning lotion into her boobs. She smoothed it in and tweaked her nipples. They were already erect.
“Do you need your back done?” the man up on the dune asked.
Celia peered up at him. “Umm – okay….”
He came right down and dropped to his knees behind her. She met the eyes of the other guy and blushed. The older man squirted her lotion into his hands and smoothed them over her shoulders. He rubbed it in and massaged quite firmly. She relaxed into the feel of that. The younger guy watched intently.
“Feels nice,” Celia uttered, peering over her shoulder.
The man smiled. He squeezed some more lotion and massaged it into her back and up her sides. He was rubbing down to her hips. She lifted the strings there and as his hands swept down, she lowered them a little. He shifted around beside her and used one hand to rub lotion into her lower back. He looked at her tits and down her front as she held his shoulder for balance. He rubbed and massaged firmly, and she tugged her pants down a little more as his hand swept over the top of her bum.
Celia looked at the man’s face but his head was lowered and he was staring at her tits. She checked to find the younger guy staring at them too.
“Is that all good now?” the older man asked.
“Yes, thank you.”
“Anytime, love,” he said and left her with a smile.
He climbed back up to his seat. Celia looked to the younger guy again. He was smiling lightly, openly looking at her. “Didn’t I see you in the lobby? You’re staying here, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Yeah, we checked in at the same time. You’re the bride?”
“Yes, I am. Big day on Saturday.”
“Cool,” the guy said.
“Congratulations, love,” the older man offered.
“Thanks. It’s exciting but scary too.”
Celia squeezed some lotion and smoothed it across her belly. She moved the string down from her hip and applied it there too. The top of her slit was again exposed like that. She fiddled with the knot on the other side and deliberately tugged it. It unravelled and the front of her pants fell away.
“I just want the week to last forever,” she went on, peering up the two men. They were both looking at her pussy.
“Yeah, I guess,” the older one said absently.
She undid the other knot and pulled her pants away while the two of them continued staring at her down there. She looped the pants over her wrist and squeezed some more lotion. She applied it to her other hip and carefully wiped some across her bald pussy. She checked for any more sand, glancing up to bite her grin when she met the eyes of the two men. She pressed a hand to her belly and softly brushed her pussy lips and inner thighs.
Celia waited a bit longer, letting them have a good look at her slit. She untied her hair and raked it back, her bikini pants still looped on her arm. She sat down and reached back to her bag for her water bottle, allowing her legs to part slightly for them.
“Don’t forget your legs,” the guy said from above.
“Oh yeah,” Celia smiled back up at him.
She straightened her legs and squirted more lotion. The guys watched her. They were both openly enjoying the show, smiling down at her. Celia blushed up them then looked down at herself and opened her legs to do her inner thighs.
“And the middle bit,” the older man called down.
“Umm – I don’t think I need it there with these back on,” she said.
“It just looks so smooth and white,” he went on.
“Thanks,” she said peering up at both of them. She then wiped her hands up her inner thighs one last time, parting them wider. She got up to her knees and started fixing her pants back on. She tied the string on one side and looked up at the men once more. They were watching intently.
Celia didn’t want to cover up. She quickly tied the other side and immediately folded the front of her pants down again. She smoothed around the band and brushed her hips. A man and woman were walking up from the beach so she pulled her bikini pants back up. She was sitting down with her legs bent beneath. The woman walked ahead and the man had a look at her tits.
Celia sat back with her legs straight, leaning on her hands and facing the two guys.
“So, how long have you been engaged? How long have you been planning your wedding?” the older man asked.
“A couple of years, I suppose. It’s been sort of a slow process.”
“So, it must be extra exciting to finally get to your big day?” He brought his chair down and placed it beside Celia so that he was right there looking down at her.
The younger guy came down from the walkway and sat on a low rail on the other side of her. “My sister’s getting married next month,” he announced.
“Oh really? How long has she been planning her wedding?” Celia asked.
“Not long. She’s only been with the guy a few months.”
“My marriage was like that. The older man said. My wife and I were married after only a few months…. Maybe it was different back then. A lot of you young couples don’t even bother these days…. I’m George, by the way.”
“Hi, George, I’m Celia.”
They both looked the younger guy. “I’m Rodney”
“We’re not crowding you here, Celia?” George checked.
“No – not at all. It actually feels better to have company, being undressed like this.”
Celia brushed at her belly and pushed the top of her pants a bit lower again. She tugged the strings from her hips until the fabric rolled down and revealed her pussy.
She smiled up at George. “Maybe you’re right about using some lotion down there. I wouldn’t want to burn.”
“No, you wouldn’t, love. Looks nice white like that.”
“I think so too,” Rodney said, craning forward to see down her pants.
Celia stretched the front out so he could have a look. She pulled the strings at the sides and pushed the front down between her legs. She reached back for the lotion and squeezed some onto her fingers. The two men leaned forward to watch. She dabbed the white liquid and softly rubbed it into her pussy lips, glancing to find them both watching intently.
Celia opened her legs and laid out her bikini pants, untangling the strings. “In case anyone else comes, I can cover up quickly,” she said.
“I’ll keep watch,” Rodney offered.
“Thank you, Rodney.”
“It’s a lovely smooth looking pussy, Celia. Looks good shaved.”
Celia blushed a little.
“And perfect boobs,” Rodney added.
“It’s nice showing off for you like this. I’ve never done it before,” Celia said.
“Last chance before you marry, eh?”
“Exactly, George…. I do actually need a tan, but it’s more the excitement of being nude like this in front of some other men. To let you look at what my future husband is getting.”
“He’s a lucky man,” Rodney said.
Celia smiled. “Thank you.” She bent her knees up a bit, digging her feet into the towel. The men leaned over her. She parted her thighs a little for them. George touched her knee, squeezing and then rubbing down her thigh. She parted that leg further, holding her breath as he squeezed again.
“Great legs, love…. Beautiful….”
“Hmm – thank you.”
“Is this okay?”
Celia nodded. “Just make sure no one’s coming.”
Rodney checked around. “No – no one!”
George knelt beside Celia and touched her slit. He stroked with his middle finger. He parted her labia and pressed in a little. She opened her legs more. “Still okay, love?”
“Uh huh…. You’ve got such rough
looking fingers. They’re so thick.”
Rodney had another quick look around. He then reached down and felt a tit.
“Mmm – that’s nice. Do that while he fingers me.”
George inserted his middle digit. Celia squirmed down onto it. Rodney felt one breast then the other, alternating while George moved his hand back and forth feeling around inside and rubbing back against her G-spot.
Celia reached her orgasm quickly. It was only a mild one, but it pulsed through her belly and had her squeezing her legs together.
George extracted his finger and sucked it.
“Thank you – that was nice,” Celia said sweetly.
Rodney’s eyes were wide. He was staring at Celia’s pussy.
“You can feel if you want – just quickly.”
He nodded, and he reached down and cupped her crotch. He rubbed softly into her wetness. Celia parted her legs and he inserted his middle finger. George felt her tits. She arched up against his rough hand. Rodney started poking his finger in and out. George was tweaking her nipples. She opened her legs again, and Rodney inserted a second finger. He jiggled them around inside of her, rubbing her clit with the palm of his hand. Celia spread her legs wide as she tipped over into orgasm again. Rodney forced his finger in deep and held firm. Her belly contracted and convulsed. They both watched her tits quiver.
“Someone’s coming,” George said.
Rodney extracted his fingers. Celia quickly tied her pants. The two men sat up on their seats, Rodney licking his fingers, as George had.
“I’d better be going,” George said guiltily, no doubt worried about facing his wife, Celia suspected. He rushed off.
“Me too,” Rodney said. “It was nice to – umm – everything was nice,” he stammered, walking away.
“Thank you, Rodney. Bye!” Celia called after him, giggling to herself.
The voices of a couple of men approached. She leaned back on her hands with her little tits thrust forward.
“Celia!”
“Max…. Umm….” Celia covered her breasts. “Hi, Gareth.” It was both of Phillip’s groomsmen.
“Doing a bit of sunbathing, are you?” Max asked cheerily.
Celia smiled back. “Yes, I’m tanning for my wedding dress. I don’t want any tan lines.” She lowered her arm and let them both look at her.
“Well, those look plenty white as yet,” Max chuckled.
Celia looked down at her breasts then back up. “I know.”
“Don’t let your mother see you topless. She’d have a fit.”
“I know. But she has to get used to me not being a child anymore.”
“Of course! You should go right ahead and do as you please…. I’ve seen other girls sunbathing fully nude along here. It’s accepted around this side of the dunes.” Max laughed. “It’s why we walk this way, right, Gareth?”
“My word,” Gareth, agreed, winking at Celia.
“Oh, I was wondering if it’s actually allowed,” Celia replied, her heart thumping at the idea she had.
“It certainly is,” Gareth confirmed. “There used to be a sign. I think it’s still there but overgrown with shrubs.”
“Hmm – okay…. So it should be alright if I take these off?”
“Go right ahead,” Max replied with a grin.
“I can’t promise I won’t look,” Gareth chuckled.
“That’s okay – you can look,” Celia uttered, biting her smile.
“Yes, guys are allowed to look at the girls on the beach, Gareth. It’s expected.”
They both laughed. Celia joined in. She tugged at the strings and took her bikini pants away again. She put them in her bag and turned back to face Max and Gareth. She rested back on her hands with her chest forward. Their gaze roamed her body from her tits to her bald little pussy. Her legs were straight. She had them apart slightly so the guys could see her full slit.
Max grinned. “That’s smooth.”
Celia blushed a bit deeper. “Usually there’s hair. I shaved for my wedding.”
“You can see more when they’re shaved,” Gareth said. “Phillip’s going to like that,” he chuckled.
“Looks like you’re not doing too bad yourself there, Gareth.”
“They’re not married yet, Maxwell.”
“Exactly!” Celia declared.
She turned over on her hands and knees to straighten the towel, and to let them have a look from behind. She arched her back and stretched, peering over her shoulder to find them both examining her pussy. She didn’t need more sunscreen but was feeling cheeky.
“Who should I ask to do my back?” she said, showing the bottle.
“I think you should do it, Gareth. I’ll go book the jet skis so we don’t miss out completely today.”
Max strolled down toward the water. Gareth knelt behind Celia. She gave him the lotion, blushing as their eyes connected. He squeezed and smoothed over her shoulders and down her back. He then moved to the side and wiped lower, his hand gliding over her bottom.
Celia was on her knees. He used more lotion and rubbed down the back of her legs
“You’re very pretty, Celia. I’ve always thought so.”
“Thank you, Gareth. It’s nice of you to say.”
“It’s nice to see you like this…. You have a lovely body.”
Celia blushed deeper. “Uh huh….”
“I like these little tits…. Can I put some lotion on them?”
“Okay,” Celia uttered, meeting his eyes again. He was red-faced. “I don’t mind having a bit of fun before my wedding,” she said. “Did Max tell you?”
“Yes. We saw you walking this way earlier. We were hoping to find you sunbathing.”
He squeezed some lotion into his hand and rubbed more slowly this time. “I don’t have a problem with you being Phillip’s bride, Celia. I like the idea of playing with his woman while he’s not around.” He felt both of her tits, tweaking her nipples.
Celia was blushing at his mention of getting the better of Phillip. “Mmm – that’s nice, Gareth,” she moaned softly, encouraging him.
“Tight little ones, aren’t they? And cute nipples. You’ve always covered them. I’ve always noticed them with your swimsuits.” He continued massaging and playing with her nipples. “I hope Phillip’s going to be man enough for you, Celia. I might have to help him out, do you think?”
“Maybe,” Celia answered, entranced by his sudden confidence. “Would you like to do more with me before the wedding, Gareth? Like Max did.”
“I’d like to…. I can drop by your room in a couple of hours….” He squeezed some more lotion and rubbed it into her belly. He tilted his head to have a look, and rubbed down over her pussy lips. “Yeah, that’s smooth alright.”
His middle finger went between her lips. Celia felt it poke in a bit. He rubbed lotion into her thighs and had a quick check around. He then examined her pussy, opening her folds slightly and feeling for her clit. She squirmed as he pressed against it.
“Sensitive little button, huh?”
“It is at the moment.”
“You feel a bit wet too.”
“Uh huh…. You can finger me here if you want.”
He inserted about half the length of his middle finger, moving it around. He drew some of her juice and wet her outer folds with it, rubbing around her clit again and smearing her pussy lips.
“There’s people coming,” Celia told him.
He stood up and had a look down the walkway. Celia sat with her legs bent up, her arms folded beneath them. Gareth took the towel he had hung on the fence and spread it out. “It’s three men. I’ll just wait until they’re gone.” He sat on his towel, resting back on an elbow.
Celia flushed with excitement as the voices approached. She leaned back on her hands, keeping her knees bent up. Gareth was beside her, facing the ocean. She was facing the walkway. The men approaching would be able to see her pussy if they looked.
She had her feet apart. She allowed her legs to sway open a
little. The heads of the men appeared – one grey-haired and the other two verging on grey as well. They were chatting together. They all glanced and saw her. She kept her legs open for them, not looking up as they neared and stopped.
They rested against the rail where the first man had been earlier. The three of them were lined along there with a view between Celia’s legs. She lay back flat upon her towel and kept her legs apart for them, placing her hat over her head and watching them through the straw.
She noticed Gareth kept facing the ocean, just glancing at her tits from time to time. The three men stood quietly gazing out at the ocean too, but they each kept lowering their gaze to her shaved little gash.
Another two younger guys passed by the walkway and had a look at her too. Max then returned. Celia watched through her hat as he approached. She still had her legs open. The three men were still leaning there on the rail. He didn’t say anything, and Gareth didn’t acknowledge him as he leaned on the rail beside the men. They kind of nodded to him and he greeted them in return.
He then stood there with them and Celia lay quietly. Her heart was thumping in her chest. She wondered if they could tell. She wiggled her feet into the sand, inching them further apart, and with her blush rising in her hidden face, she stretched her arms above her head and swayed her legs wider.
They all looked down right then – the three men and Max as well. She didn’t mind him enjoying her display, of course. She was thrilled that the other men were. She reached down to scratch her knee, lifting that leg and spreading the other one further. When she put that foot back down she had her feet in the sand either side of her towel.
She moved her hat to meet Gareth’s smile and wink. She then rolled onto her belly, getting up onto her hands and knees and fixing her towel – giving the men a look from behind her legs. Her thighs were thin enough that from behind there was a broad gap between them and her full slit was displayed nicely.
She had a drink then bent over again, arching and stretching her back, giving them a good long look at her like that. Then she lay down on her belly, letting them look at her bottom but keeping her legs open enough that they could still see her pussy.
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