Beach

The meeting today was scheduled after lunch, and I decided to spend the morning on the beach. The bikini-bottom I bought yesterday wasn’t too feminine, I tried it on. It looked and felt good, and I decided I could wear it to the beach. I packed my bag, and somehow the top also slipped into my bag. I walked down to the beach and found it quite empty this early. A few joggers on the promenade, a few swimmers out on the sea, rest almost empty. I put down my towel in the eastern end of the beach, put on the bikini bottom as a swimsuit, and laid down to read a book.

My mind kept wandering to the bikini-top in my bag. Nobody would see it if I laid on my stomach with the top strategically placed in front of my breast? I placed the top in front of me, but it didn’t feel right. I took the plunge, I fastened the top on me as it should be. My conscious mind screamed “What are you doing? Someone will notice”, but deeper down did it feel just right. After a couple of hours in the sun did I go back to the hotel. I showered and was about to get dressed when I noticed a weak bikini tan line from the bikini top. The first thought was how am I going to hide this, then again did it feel just right, like I’ve finally done the sunbathing right. I put on the bikini-top again, to see that the line was from the bikini. While doing this, my hand started to rub my breast through the bikini. My penis started to twitch and rise. I kept playing with my nipples a while until the pull from the dick was too strong. I dropped the towel from my waist and started to feel the balls and just behind the balls, soon my hand moved to stroke the dick. I tried to stop, but by now my will was too weak. I worked the dick and breasts for a few more moments before succumbing to a rather weak orgasm.