A Day at the Beach

Arthur melted into the beach chair; the slow cooking of the sun’s rays mixed with the soft touch of Danyssa rubbing sunscreen over his chest was almost comfortable enough to make him fall asleep. It had been too long since he had gotten some time in the sun, with his work life confined to the basement and sex life to whatever building a horny woman or kobold happened to be in with him.

Think I’ll get a tan? Arthur thought, rubbing the ring with his thumb.

No.

Just no? No diatribe about how stupid I am? Pasty man at the beach, and you have no burns to give? But the ring remained silent, letting him stew in his thoughts slowly which melted away under the tiefling’s skilled hands.

Somehow, Dany had managed to keep some of her look of professional yet alluring attire with a tight white one piece that was connected only by a thin piece of fabric in the middle and back. Technically, she covered more than most of the girls here, but the way the fabric pressed between her breasts and thighs from the inside rather than wrapping around made her appear far more lewd, somehow leaving less and more to the imagination.

“Enjoying the view?” Dany asked, flicking her tail back and forth. Arthur hadn’t realized he was staring, but now that she noticed, he figured he might as well own his perversions.

“Where are we, at the beach?” He feigned confusion, recoiling at her playful slap on his arm. Pink sand circled the island in a familiar hue to the blossoms on Honeysuckle’s dress the night they met at her restaurant.

Closer to the lapping tides of the ocean, where the city lay as a sliver on the horizon, two duos played a fierce game of volleyball with a twist. On one side was team Greenie, with Mata flailing at the ball with reckless abandon from atop Kira’s shoulders. The goblin’s purple bikini was so thin it seemed like her chest was one stretch away from bursting through her top while her bottom covered nearly nothing of her behind. Her orcish steed was more modest, but only to those who didn’t know her. A black and white swimming corset hugged her, showing off rippling athletic muscle and soft curves.

Team Scales had a similar setup, with Oz hanging on for dear life on Cheryl’s shoulders. Oz wore a black speedo that blended well into the rest of their scales, with the only clear indicator that they were clothed at all, coming from the white splotched scales half covered by fabric. Their ride swerved rapidly, gliding along the top of the sand with the grace of a surfer. The beads on her orange skirt rattled in the wind, the criss cross wrappings on her chest holding strong. In her eyes burned the desire to compete and win, but her speed and reactions were so quick and inhumanoid that Oz struggled to maintain any sort of balance.

“Loser has to get me another drink!” Arthur called out jokingly. It took him a second to notice the shift in weight in his hand, looking over to find the glass full and the caterer standing by with his empty glass. She was short, entirely covered with fur, and had dress pants and a white blouse, complete with bowtie, that made her look like a bellhop at a high end hotel. She must have been stifling in the heat. Wide yellow eyes looked him up and down, the slit pupils a razor thin line in the bright coastal sun.

“Thank you, ma’am,” Arthur said, filling the silence. She bowed, her tail flicking back and forth before she walked off to tend to the two drow, her paws barely sinking into the sand without sound. The caterer practically vanished in the shade of the covering the dark elves, protecting them from the scorching sun far too bright for their eyes to handle directly. Saris was draped in a skin-tight swimsuit of a deep purple, almost matching her skin tone while Gwenneth had opted for allowing the half tabaxi to rub her legs and arms with sunscreen. Gwen’s leotard, a sharp white to contrast her skin, reminded Arthur of their little domestic encounter at his place.

“Her name is Fall-of-Waves,” Danny whispered in his ear, her rubbing lowering closer to his groin. “And I’m sure I can arrange a rendezvous.”

“She certainly is something,” Arthur noted absent-mindedly while admiring her from behind. She had short black hair on her head amidst the gray down her back and arms, with white running down her small chest and coloring her hands. White and gray alternating stripes ran up her tail, the sway of which was most definitely predatory.

What do you think? Arthur pondered.

I think we haven’t been looking for my book in a while.

Arthur moaned internally, the tiefling noticing the shift in his demeanor.

“Pent up?”

Arthur rubbed his eyes. “Something like that.”

Looking back at the half Tabaxi, Arthur wondered where he had seen her before.