Brooke enjoying some company.

It was impossible to tell how long Mia slept before the dream started. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes—Brooke would've woken her up otherwise. Mia didn't often remember her dreams clearly, but this one felt especially vivid.

She was still lying there on the beach, just as she had been. Brooke was there next to her, back on her front and propped up on her elbows, playing on her phone. The buzz of voices told Mia they were still surrounded by people. As she watched, far too relaxed in the dream to think about moving, a shadow fell over Brooke, making her glance up from her screen. A man, his features an indistinct blur, had approached to stand behind her. Mia, with the certainty of dream logic, knew automatically that this was all perfectly fine. Without pause or hesitation, the man pushed his swim trunks down his waist and let them fall to the sand, revealing his cock, which sprung up into the air fully hard. With the same swift set of motions, he fell wordlessly to his knees, straddling Brooke's slightly parted legs. A line appeared between the brunette's brows; she let out a soft sound of puzzlement. Before she could turn to see what was happening, or do anything else, the man lowered himself over her, holding himself up with his hands braced on the towel by her elbows, and, in one more swift motion, slid inside her pussy.

As soon as he did, Brooke's momentary puzzled frown evaporated, replaced by a smile of delight. With a small moan, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, making no move to resist the surprise penetration. As Mia lay there in her dreaming state, happily watching the moment play out, the stranger began to fuck Brooke with a steady, forceful rhythm, each thrust producing an audible clap as his hips impacted her bubbly buttcheeks. Brooke, for her part, clearly didn't mind one bit, letting out more small moans each time she was filled, her eyes still closed, arching her back what little she could to push her butt back against the stranger.

Mia felt her bikini bottoms growing wet, felt the electricity of arousal running through her. She'd had few dreams that felt this intense. Here, however, in the safety of her subconscious, there was no anxiety, no fear. Of course Brooke was enjoying this—why wouldn't she? She was a sexy woman, she obviously liked being fucked, and as beautiful as she looked right now, anyone would be lucky to watch her. The stranger certainly seemed skilled enough, maintaining his steady thrusting rhythm, clearly hitting her deep on each stroke. Mia thought of pulling down her bottoms, wondering if he might come and take a turn with her next, or if she should just rub herself off to this delicious sight....

Then, with a start, she woke up. Or rather, realized she was already awake.

Holy shit. It wasn't a dream: it was really happening. This stranger was on top of Brooke fucking her into the sand, right next to where Mia lay. Right in front of everyone on the beach.

Mia must've gasped, though she wasn't aware of it; Brooke opened her eyes and glanced over, still smiling. "Hey."

As Mia's heart began to pound in her chest, the stranger glanced her way and shot her a grin. Now that she was fully conscious, she could see his face just fine. He wasn't anyone special-looking: white, maybe late forties, receding salt-and-pepper hair, decently handsome but unremarkable features. She knew she should say something, demand to know what the fuck he thought he was up to, but the words wouldn't come; she was transfixed, just like before, unable to muster any reaction to this but to watch as it played out. That seemed to be just what the stranger expected; without saying anything to her, he returned his full focus to Brooke, thrusting perhaps a little harder.

Turning her gaze back to Brooke, Mia found her still looking over at her, smiling around her soft, rhythmic moans of pleasure. There was nothing in her friend's expression to suggest that she objected to what was happening, or wanted Mia to intervene. Before Mia could think about bringing her tongue back online, the stranger lifted one of his hands off the towel and brought it to rest under Brooke's chin, gently but forcefully turning her head to look forward and tipping it back again. By the way Brooke's smile broadened, her eyes fell closed again, and the louder gasp she let out, she seemed to enjoy the treatment. Mia was left once more on her own, ignored by the pair as she simply took in the scene.

She wasn't sure how long the stranger kept it up. It felt like a long time—several minutes, certainly. When it ended, it did so without any warning. Using his firm grip on Brooke's chin to pull her head and body up against him, the stranger gave one last thrust, deeper than ever, and held himself inside her, his own long groan clearly signaling that he was cumming. Brooke answered with a moan of bliss, though it didn't sound to Mia like anything on the level of her own orgasm earlier. It lasted perhaps ten seconds, the stranger remaining still, his cock sheathed to the hilt in the brunette; then, like flipping a switch, it was done. Releasing Brooke's neck, the man pushed himself up off her, withdrawing his dick without ceremony to flop between his legs, soft but still turgid (Mia thought it looked perhaps a little bigger than average, though it was hard to tell in that state). Bending down to retrieve his trunks, he stepped back into them and pulled them up, and then, without a word or a second look back, turned and walked away. As she watched him go, Mia registered that every pair of eyes within a dozen feet was trained on their spot, and nearly as many camera lenses.

Brooke had let her head fall back onto her forearms, her lips still slightly parted as she caught her breath. As she struggled to process what had just happened, Mia found herself regaining control of her tongue. "What...what was...."

Brooke opened her eyes. "Hm? What?"

Mia swallowed. "What...just happened?"

Brooke's smile took on a note of a smirk. "Uh, that guy just fucked me. Why, what did it look like?"

Slowly, Mia shook her head. "I...I don't know if I was...I mean, I thought I was dreaming at first...."

"Nah," Brooke replied, pushing herself back up onto her elbows. "Or, I mean, I dunno, I guess you might've been. But it looked like you were awake to me."

The implications were starting to set in. "S-so he just...just walked up and...without asking?"

"I mean, yeah," Brooke said with a shrug. "But I wasn't, like, surprised. I mean, I'm lying here naked, and I did just cream all over my towel a few minutes ago."

Mia had to swallow again. "And...you're...you're okay?"

"Oh, I'm great." Brooke's smirk returned. "He had a nice dick, and he fucked me good and hard. You saw."

Somehow, Mia found all this making a sort of sense. Perhaps at this point, her brain had finally realized there was no squaring today with her understanding of how the world worked, and had resolved to simply accept things as they came to it. "Did you cum?" Again, the words came out before she could stop them.

"Nah," said Brooke, shaking her head. "Can't cum from just penetration. But it was still great."

Mia fell silent, feeling as if she was crossing some sort of important milestone in her life. Seeming to take her reaction as an all-good, Brooke picked up her phone again. "Hmm, it's getting a little late," she said as she saw the time. "Think maybe we should head out? I'm good to go."

With a bit of a shock, Mia realized the sun had nearly reached the horizon. Looking around, she saw that beyond the circle of onlookers who had gathered to watch Brooke's latest performance (and seemed in no hurry to disperse), the beach had emptied out quite a bit. As she looked around at the spectators, every one of their eyes and cameras trained on Brooke, Mia found herself feeling strangely...disappointed. She wondered, if it weren't for her bikini, those two little scraps of fabric that barely even hid any of her body at all, would they be looking at her too?

"Yeah," she said, nodding slowly. "Yeah, let's get going."

"Alright." Hopping up onto her knees, Brooke rolled up her towel and stowed it back in her bag. As she regarded the contents, she paused for a moment, looking thoughtful, then seemed to come to a decision. Standing up, she slung the bag over her shoulder. It took Mia a second, watching Brooke bend down to brush sand off her legs, to realize what her friend was doing: she'd left her clothes in the bag. She planned to walk back to the car naked.

Mia found herself looking Brooke up and down. Her eyes widened as her gaze fell between her friend's legs: her pussy, once again swollen and red with her clit protruding, was now also gaping open slightly from its penetration, a thick drip of pearly white cum slowly oozing from within. As Mia watched, a bead of the stuff gathered and broke off, running down the inside of Brooke's thigh.

Mia met Brooke's gaze again. "Not gonna get dressed?" This time, the question came out calmer; she already knew what the answer would be.

Brooke shook her head. "Nah, not yet. I don't wanna get cum in my panties. And I kinda wanna show off the creampie." As she'd expected, Mia was no longer surprised.

A moment later, she'd packed up her own bag and was following Brooke toward the car park. As they walked, Mia cleared her throat. "Hey, uh, Brooke?"

"Yeah?"

She breathed deep. "Next time you're gonna tan in your back yard...you mind if I join in?"

Brooke's grin outshone the sun. "Not at all."

Mia found herself smiling as she and her best friend walked along the sand, trailing drips of cum in their wake.