Ibis, Leviathan Laroche [top android ebook reader TXT] 📗

He turned to Johan and continued, "I don't want no trouble, dude." 

The relief that washed through me was balanced by a strange sense of inadequacy. My first thought was, "Oh, thank God!" The second was, "Lady? I'm only five years older than this guy, at the most!"

Unfortunately, what came out was enough to convince him. 

"Please, listen," I said quietly, moving closer to him and lightly holding his firm, tanned upper arm. I flicked my eyes down with the sensation. His skin was warm and tight over his muscles. I wondered if his skin would taste salty. His bicep was hard under my palm and I thrilled at the feeling of his underarm hair brushing the back of my fingers. I hadn't been remotely intimate with another man in years.

"Johan is my husband. And I'm his good girl. I do as he tells me and he told me to ask you to help me with my bikini."

He looked over at Johan.

"You want me to do this?"

I could hear Johan chuckle before speaking. I blushed harder.

"Yep."

Surfer boy looked back at me.

"What about you? Is this what you want too?"

I hesitated. I was getting uncomfortable standing in the parking lot, holding up my bikini bottoms. I wanted to get back into the car and cross my arms and blush my head off. I wanted it to be over... But, I knew I... But I didn't want... I just... I just... 

"Please..." I whispered. "Just... do it..."

I swallowed and gazed at the ground, my heart hammering in my chest.

He snatched the flimsy fabric from my fingers and my mouth dropped open. I gasped as he went straight to his haunches. In a moment he had them untangled and his eyes drifted up my legs to my short skirt. 

I didn't think he was going to do it. I heard Johan getting out of the car behind me.

"Lift your foot," the young guy said.

I picked up my left foot while leaning on the car door. He took hold of my ankle and threaded my foot into my bikini. 

"Other one."

I lifted my right foot and followed the same procedure. My bikini was now around my ankles. He slowly started sliding them up, over my calves and up above my knees. He stopped and I saw him lick his lips, his eyes riveted to the front of my skirt.

"Move your feet apart."

I did so, wondering what he had in mind. I felt him let go of my bikini as the fabric became taught between my knees. I swallowed. Suddenly, I felt very naughty. "I really should be spanked for this," I thought.

Then he wrapped his hands around my thighs, steadying himself. To me it felt like his skin was on fire. His unfamiliar touch so close to my pussy sent a rush through my body. I had a sudden urge to tangle my fingers in his curly blonde mop and pull his face into my wet cunt.

Well, that thought was so naughty, I almost moaned.

"Lift up your skirt."

"Please..." I whispered. I didn't want to help him. "Don't make me."

Johan stepped up beside me and crossed his arms, a smirk on his face.

"Do it, baby."

I swallowed and took the sides of the hem of my skirt in my fingers. I quickly looked around and saw two guys with surfboards walking towards us from the beach. They hadn't seen us yet. They'd be walking past in seconds. I pulled up the hem of my skirt and closed my eyes, softly moaning to myself. I couldn't believe I was showing a stranger my cunt. My pussy contracted wildly around the Ben Wahs. I blushed even harder feeling a trickle of juice run down the inside of my thigh.

"Oh, man. That's pretty."

"She has a pretty cunt," agreed Johan.

I shuddered, imagining I could feel his breath on me. I was losing control.

"Turn around. I want to see your ass."

I felt like even more of a slut as I awkwardly turned around with my bikini bottoms tight between my knees. I knew we'd be discovered at any moment. Placing my hands on the top of the door, I stuck my ass out.

"You have a fuckin' plug in your ass? Lenny and Aldo will never believe this."

Johan chuckled.

With my eyes closed and my face burning, I felt him pull my bikini into place and lift the sides high on my hips. Then I felt him pat my ass.

"All done," he said, standing.

I turned around to look in his eyes and self-consciously fixed my skirt.

"Thank the man, Shannon."

"Th... thank you."

"My pleasure. You guys are freaky. Wait till I tell the others about this."

Johan chuckled and took my elbow. He had the beach bag and towels in his other hand.

"C'mon, babe. Let's go for a swim. Bye, and thanks."

We almost bumped into the two guys approaching. They rounded the surfer boy's car as we were on our way down to the sand. My ears pricked as I heard them talking about me.

"Dudes, you won't believe it. That chick had a plug up her ass, just like we were talking about last night!"

"No way."

"Which chick?"

"The one that was just here!"

"She was a babe!"

"Man, you're on drugs."

Johan chuckled merrily.

The excited voices faded and the sound of the sea rose in their place. The sand was warm and white and squeaked underfoot as we walked over the dune and down onto the beach. Looking around, there were a few piles of towels abandoned by those swimming or surfing. There were a couple of families further along, but most of the people remaining on the sand near us were women, sun baking. 

One even had her top off while lying on her back, reading a novel. As we walked closely past, I wondered how she could do that so brazenly. I'd never done anything like that before. I'd always been too bashful.

"You better stop staring," Johan whispered.

"Huh?"

"At her tits. Can't you stop looking? Are you imagining sucking them?"

"Johan!" I cried, punching him in the shoulder and glancing back at her over mine. "You're bad."

She did have nice tits.

"You're worse."

I blushed all over again. The Ben Wahs were slipping and clicking inside me so much. It's hard to walk on sand without exaggerating one's hip swivel. "Perfect for Ben Wahs," Johan would say. I clenched around them and was suddenly aware of the plug in my ass all over again. When I took off my clothes, it would soon become obvious I had something sticking out of me. I trembled nervously.

"A... Anyway, I was not staring."

"If you say so. Okay, this will do. Lay out the towels. Don't bend your knees."

Johan dropped the beach bag in front of me and it fell on its side. Then he threw the towels on top of it and nonchalantly looked out to sea. Like nothing was wrong.

I just stared down at them, open-mouthed. I shook my head and sighed. 

I figured, what the fuck. Everyone was about to see a whole lot more. So I bent over at the waist, picked up the towels, and righted the bag. I folded one over my forearm and poked my tongue out at Johan. At least I didn't have to lean down again to get the second one. I moved around, laying out the towels and straightening them, moving from one end to the other and bending over each time. I made sure anyone happening to look had a good view of my ass.

"Show off," said Johan.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this."

"You know, your skirt is caught on the plug."

"Oh, God."

I quickly fixed it and sat on my towel, pulling my skirt under myself and wincing as the plug pushed deeper. In a moment the pain ebbed away and I shuddered. My skin was tingling all over and my clit pulsed. I took deep breaths.

Johan stood over me, slipping his t-shirt over his head and throwing it in my lap. I folded it like I always did. All of a sudden I thought I might cry. This was all too much. My ears were being assaulted by the sound of the sea. Then I wondered if the roar in my ears was coming from inside my head. I realised I was squeezing my thighs together, crushing my clit.

"Take your clothes off. I want to see that bikini."

I bit my lip.

"In a minute? Please baby?"

"All right. But just a minute."

I looked around again. The closest people were two guys busy toweling off after surfing. It looked like they were getting ready to leave. I started to rock back and forth on my ass. The plug filled me up so much. I watched them out of the corner of my eye. Looking around, I noticed no one was really looking at me. They were all in their own worlds. Enjoying the heat and the sun and the water. Maybe I was imagining it all. Maybe they wouldn't even notice. Maybe it would be like I was invisible.

"Ugh," I groaned.

I fell back on my towel and my sunglasses fell off my head. I closed my eyes, gathering myself. Why did I ever tell him about all this stuff? He's just going to make me do it, whether I like it or not, just because I fantasised about it.

"Well you did ask him to do it," I thought. 

The conversation in my head continued, but only took a moment.

"Yeah, but I never thought it would be so intimate. And so humiliating."

"Feel your cunt. You love it."

I ran my fingers over my pussy, under my skirt. My bikini bottoms were soaked through again.

"Mmmmm..."

"You can't fucking wait, can you?"

I bolted upright in utter dismay. I thought I was going to hyperventilate. 

Had I really just done that? 

I searched frantically for my sunglasses. I found them and fumbled with them while trying to put them on my head. At least with them on, I felt a little anonymous. I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. I looked around again and licked my top lip. No one had noticed! I could taste the salt of my own perspiration on my tongue.

Just as I was catching my breath, Johan fell to his knees on his towel beside me. 

"Turn and face me. Put your hands down behind you and hold yourself up. Spread your legs either side of mine and I'll take your sandals off for you."

"O... okay."

I moved around to face him and spread my legs like he said. As I did so, I realised my topless friend was looking right toward me. I mean, she also wore sunglasses, and she was laying on her front so she might have been asleep. But if she wasawake and looking at me, she would have been looking right up my skirt. 

I looked up at Johan and he chuckled. The bastard. He knew!

Before I could say anything, he lifted my foot and took off my sandal. He put my foot back down so my legs were spread even wider. I trembled. God, she would be getting such a view. I hoped she was awake! Was she smiling? I felt a new tide of wetness seep between the lips of my clenching pussy. God, if they weren't transparent before, they were now! I blushed scarlet. 

"You're showing her your cunt, aren't you?"

"Y... yes."

"Do you like it?"

"Y... yes."

"You're a hot girl putting on a show, aren't you?"

"Yes," I trembled again. "Hot."

Johan's fingers and thumbs urgently bit into my nipples and shook my breasts. He released them again so fast I almost wasn't even sure it happened. Then my nipples burned and surged, thick and pointed under my tank top, shooting sparks of pleasure rushing across my skin.

"Ohhhh... Please..."

"Please what, dirty girl?"

"Please... no, baby... don't..."

"Ohhhhmmmmm!!!" I groaned as he gripped my nipples and shook my tits again. I bit my bottom lip to keep quiet. In an instant he'd let go. Then he pinched my clit and held it, right through my bikini. I screwed my eyes shut and tried not to moan aloud. I was gonna cum! He let go just as quickly and told me to stand up.

I was in a pre-orgasmic daze and