The volleyball tournament

The next day was perfect. The sun was beating down on the beach volleyball court, and the tournament was well attended—over 400 spectators crowded the bleachers and lined the playing area. Many men (and a few women) were wearing those eye-catching red special glasses. Orders had skyrocketed overnight.

Lisa and Mia were playing together on the same team. Whether they won or lost—nobody cared today. Everyone wanted just one thing: to see Lisa warming up.

Lisa was wearing the bright red bikini that her “boyfriend” had supposedly given her. From a distance, it looked perfectly normal. Through the red glasses, however, it was completely invisible. To the spectators wearing the glasses, Lisa stood stark naked on the sand.

Mia grinned knowingly as she approached Lisa with a large bottle of lotion.

“Come on, I’ll lather you up good so you don’t get sunburned,” Mia said loudly and innocently.

She started at the shoulders and worked her way down slowly. The lotion was thick and shiny. Mia spread it generously under the bikini top—her hands kept pushing the fabric aside, so that Lisa’s heavy, bare breasts were completely exposed to the spectators wearing the glasses. Her nipples grew hard and glistened with oil. Mia kneaded her breasts extra thoroughly, tugged on her nipples, and let them bounce.

“Oops… the fabric keeps slipping away,” Mia laughed hypocritically.

Then she squatted down and slathered lotion on Lisa’s legs. Her hands slid under the tiny panties, spreading the lotion thickly over Lisa’s plump ass and between her legs. The thin fabric of the panties slipped completely to the side several times, exposing Lisa’s smooth-shaven, glistening pussy for all to see. Mia even ran two fingers through the slit “to spread the lotion everywhere.”

Lisa bit her lower lip and pretended to be embarrassed. In reality, she was deliberately pushing her pelvis toward Mia.

“Mia… not so hard… people are already watching…,” she whispered loud enough for the stands to hear.

Then the warm-up began.

Lisa moved extra close to the stands—just two meters away. She did deep squats, legs spread wide, ass sticking out. The red bikini fabric stretched tight, but kept slipping into her slit. To the guy in glasses, it looked like she was spreading herself naked into the crowd—her smooth, oily, gleaming pussy right in front of their faces.

She did lunges, one leg far forward, the other stretched back. As she did so, her bare tits bounced heavily, her nipples stiff and shiny. Again and again she “adjusted” the bikini—pushing the bottoms to the side, pulling them back up, only for them to slip right back down.

The hip thrusts were amazing. Lisa lay on the sand, feet flat, and thrust her pelvis up rhythmically. Her tits bounced up and down with every thrust. Her panties slid completely to the side, her wet pussy slapping against the air with every up-and-down movement. She made extra slow, deep thrusts, as if she were riding an invisible cock.

Then the butterfly poses. She sat down right in front of the bleachers, soles of her feet together, knees wide apart. The bikini fabric stretched extremely tight. Mia joined her again and “helped” her open her legs even wider. In the process, the panties slipped off completely—for everyone wearing red glasses, Lisa lay there with her glistening pussy wide open, gently rocking her pelvis.

Lisa looked out at the crowd with big, innocent eyes and smiled shyly as she swayed her hips.

“God… I hope my boyfriend sees me like this later…,” she said quietly to Mia, but loud enough for the front rows to hear.

The audience was mesmerized. Cell phones were pulled out, and people were filming openly. Almost every man had red glasses perched on his nose. Everyone knew: Today, you could see Lisa play naked—completely naked.

And Lisa gave them exactly what they wanted.

She wasn’t just the player.

She was the main attraction.