Fun in the sun

“Leave Mom a note that we went to the beach and grab a beach blanket,” you tell Abbie. “I’ll put the chairs in the trunk.”

“Sure thing, Master,” she answers. She trails her fingers down your arm, then leans into you and places a lingering kiss on your chest before she hurries up the stairs to follow your orders.

When you meet at Abbie’s car, she’s carrying a big canvas tote bag with a blanket stuffed in it. You toss the chairs and bag in the trunk and she drives toward Tracey’s house. On the way, she pulls into the parking lot of an office supply store. “I’ll be right back, Master,” she tells you and goes into the store. When she comes out, she puts a shopping bag in the trunk.

“Do I want to know what that was all about?” you ask her.

“Nothing to worry about. It’s just a backup plan in case you need it,” she tells you.

At Tracey’s house, Tracey and Leah are waiting in the driveway. Tracey is wearing a bikini that’s almost as tiny as Abbie’s, covered by a white mesh cover-up top that's so sheer it's almost see-through. Leah has on a form-fitting one-piece bathing suit and shorts. You'd bet that swimsuit is the most revealing thing her parents would ever buy for her and let her wear in public. You start to get hard at the sight of them. They both climb into the back seat. “What’s up with the beach, Boss,” Tracey asks. “I thought we’d be going to Ms. Fellows’ place.”

You turn in your seat to look back at them, and grin sheepishly. “I don’t know where that is,” you admit. “I emailed her, and I’m waiting for her to reply.” You hold up your phone, then check your email to see if there’s an answer from your teacher. You don’t see one. “I figured we might as well all hang out together while we wait.”

Leah smiles, then bites her lower lip. “I love hanging out with you, Dave, but… we need more than just that. The beach is, well, too public for that.”

Tracey nods, “Unless you’re into public sex, Boss. Then we’d be right there with you.”

“Trust me, I didn’t forget what you all need. Thanks to the Inuus spell, I get reminders all the time,” you tell them. “I wasn’t thinking of fucking on the dunes in broad daylight, though. We already got caught once and the point was to avoid our folks finding out. I’m hoping that Ms. Fellows answers soon, then we can head there. If not, we’ll figure something else out.”

When you get to the beach, there are just a handful of cars in the parking lot. The sun is warm, but the breeze off the water is cool. You can see goosebumps rise on Leah’s dark skin, and all the girls’ nipples are sticking up stiff under their bathing suits. Your cock strains, and adjust your shorts hoping no one on the beach notices the bulge tenting them out.

You all walk out onto the sand. You were right that there aren’t many people on the beach this early in the season — a couple of people running by the water line, a few women laying on towels in the sun, and an old man with a metal detector off in the distance.

The girls spread out the beach blanket and you lie back in the center of it. Despite her shivers, Leah slides down her shorts. Her high-cut swimsuit reveals her thighs almost up to her hips. She lies down next to you and snuggles up against you, playing the part of your girlfriend and keeping herself warm. You grab a towel from the tote and spread it out over her. She presses tighter against you. Her hand strokes up and down your chest. Occasionally her hand drifts a little lower under the cover of the towel and lightly brushes over your cock through your shorts.

You’re not too worried about anyone seeing; everyone else on the beach is too far away to notice, but the teasing touches are making your cock twitch and ache for more contact. You consider telling her to stop, but you're enjoying the enticing **** and you know the contact helps her, too.

Abbie sees the motion under the towel and grins. She says something in Tracey’s ear, too softly for you to hear. Tracey smiles wide, digs in the tote bag, and pulls out a tube of sunscreen. She gives you a seductive glance, then kneels behind Abbie, who’s sitting at your feet on the big blanket.

Tracey squeezes lotion into her hand, then starts spreading it over your sister’s shoulders and back. Her hands glide slowly over Abbie’s skin. Abbie lolls her head back and moans softly. She presses back against Tracey’s stroking hands. Your shaft throbs as you watch. Leah can feel your cock strain through your shorts and giggles in your ear.

After smearing more lotion on her palms, Tracey slides her hands up and down Abbie’s arms. Your sister leans into the blonde’s ample tits and lets out a satisfied sigh. You can tell they're both watching your reaction out of the corner of their eyes.

Abbie grabs the sunscreen and rubs it over her flat belly and full breasts in long, languid circular motions. Tracey dips her head and whispers into her ear. Abbie turns around to face her, then lies back on the blanket. She raises one toned leg straight up in the air. Tracey runs her hands over the offered leg, stroking up and down and up and down, spreading the lotion thoroughly from Abbie’s hip to her toes. Then Abbie switches legs, raising the other, and Tracey coats it with the same long, erotic strokes. Abbie breathes deeply, her round breasts rising and falling. Tracey leans closer and brushes her lips gently against Abbie’s calf while staring directly into your eyes.

As you watch, you struggle to keep from bucking your hips up against Leah’s hand, which is now just resting on the aching, yearning bulge in your shorts. She gives your cock a quick, light squeeze, and you feel precum leak from the tip. If this keeps up, you’ll soon have a visible wet spot on the front of your shorts. You fumble your phone from your pocket to check your email. There’s still no response from Ms. Fellows.

Abbie gets up on her knees behind Tracey. She starts spreading sunscreen over the gorgeous blonde’s shoulders and arms. Her hands move languorously, taking time, covering every inch. It looks like your sister is enjoying the feel of Tracey’s soft skin under her fingers and palms, lubricated by the lotion.

“Fuuuuck…” you groan. You feel like your cock will explode if you don’t get relief soon. “You girls are trying to kill me, aren’t you?” you laugh. “I haven’t heard from Ms. Fellows, so we’re going to need a plan B.” All three girls grin wide at that.

“I’ve got you covered, Stretch,” Abbie says, getting up from her knees. “Meet me at the pavilion.” She heads off toward her car. You watch her go, her ass undulating as she walks across the sand.

You’re a little nervous about getting up, but no one besides Tracey and Leah is close enough to see the tent in your shorts. You take their hands in yours and head towards the little pavilion with a few picnic tables and benches. Abbie is sitting at one of the tables, writing on a piece of paper with a heavy marker, ‘OUT OF ORDER – PLUMBER ON THE WAY’ in large block letters. She hands the paper to Tracey and a roll of tape to Leah. “Take him to the men’s room, put that on the door. I’ll keep watch for anyone heading that way,” she says.

The other girls hug her tight in thanks. They each grab one of your hands and tug you toward the little comfort station building next to the pavilion. The lifeguard office/first aid station is still closed for the season, but the restrooms are open. You glance around to be sure no one is watching as they tape the sign to the men’s room door. Then you let them pull you inside.