You Watched Us All Day From Your Towel on the Beach

You’d been watching us for quite a while. Bianca and I were playing in the sea, jumping the waves, and from your towel you didn’t miss a thing. We were both around twenty-five, both wearing the tiniest bikinis we’d found that morning in the shop on the promenade. Tattoos, a couple of piercings, skin freshly waxed and sun-kissed. We knew exactly the kind of girls we looked like, and we liked looking that way.

We pretended to fight over taking each other’s tops off. It wasn’t real, it was pure theater, and the theater was for you. Every time a strap slipped down, you pushed yourself up a little on your elbows. Bianca laughed out loud and splashed water in my face.

—She’s looking at us again —she whispered in my ear, still smiling.

—She’s been staring since we got here —I replied.

We came out of the water slowly, knowing every step counted. And then we both looked at you at the same time, because your swimsuit was no longer hiding anything. I ran my tongue over my upper lip, slowly, while you tried to decide where to look. You had an obvious problem between your legs and no intention of covering it up.

I stood behind Bianca and wrapped my hands around her breasts over the pink bikini that the water had made almost transparent again. Her tits felt heavy in my palms, her nipples outlined through the wet fabric. You were looking at hers, so I turned just enough for you to see mine too, bigger, even though the white bikini was still keeping the secret of how hard my nipples were.

We lay down on our towels as if you didn’t exist. That was part of the game: ignoring you completely and never taking our eyes off you for even a second. Anyone would have said we were minding our own business. Only we knew every gesture was for you.

We’d done it before, on other beaches, with other men. We always looked for the same type: the one who sits alone, the one who thinks he’s watching without being noticed, the one who believes himself invisible behind a pair of sunglasses. You fit the profile perfectly. You’d spent half an hour without turning the page of the book in your lap.

—Rub sunscreen on me —Bianca asked, stretching out face-down on the towel.

I started at her ankles. I moved up her calves, along the inner side of her thighs, lingering longer than necessary. I sat astride her legs and massaged her ass without hurry, squeezing, parting, spreading the cream as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You had stopped pretending to read your phone.

—I’ll untie this so you don’t get marks —I said, and undid the tie at her back.

—Dirty girl —she laughed into the towel.

I slapped one of her ass cheeks, loud, and looked for you at that exact moment. I wanted you to hear the crack. I wanted you to understand how far we were willing to go in broad daylight, on a beach full of people.

I saw you slip your hand inside your swimsuit. Not subtly, not like someone adjusting himself. You really put it in there and started moving it slowly, staring at us. That lit me up in a way I hadn’t expected. I lay back and let Bianca take control.

She climbed on top of me with her chest bare, her tits swaying right above my face. She grabbed the tube of cream, squeezed a generous amount into her hands, and before I could react she pulled the top of my bikini until it ripped off.

—Hey! —I protested, more for the show than anything else.

—So you don’t get marks either —she replied, with an innocence that fooled no one.

I let her do it. She spread the cream over my breasts with both hands, massaging, squeezing, until she caught my nipples between her fingers and tugged. A moan slipped out of me that I couldn’t control. At last you saw how hard they were, and when I looked back at you, you were masturbating without a trace of shame. They got even harder just from seeing that.

Bianca pinched me, kneaded my breasts, and my moans were starting to get louder. You were no longer the only one watching us. A couple of guys had come over with the excuse of going to the beach bar. The older couple under the umbrella next to us were throwing scandalized looks our way. I couldn’t have cared less about anyone. I could only think about what you had inside that swimsuit.

***

Bianca slid one leg under mine and brought her cream-covered hands down to the lower edge of my bikini. She pulled downward and ripped it off too, leaving me completely naked on the sand, in full view of anyone who wanted to look.

—Dirty girl —I threw back at her, and pinched her nipples to even the score.

We both laughed, but my laugh cut off when she brushed my clit piercing and tugged it just a little. The moan I let out made the woman under the umbrella start gathering her things. Bianca ran her hands over my cunt and over my chest, spreading the cream, and I was already on the edge of something, my breathing ragged.

I grabbed her tits and made her lie down on top of me. She kissed me with tongue, deep, and I opened my eyes in the middle of the kiss to keep watching you. I slid my hands down her back and tore off the last piece of clothing she had left. Now we were both naked, skin to skin, one woman’s sex pressed against the other’s.

From your face I knew you were close. Your jaw was tight, your hand moving faster and faster. And then I did something cruel: I pulled Bianca away from me.

—Turn around —I told her—. Keep rubbing cream on my legs.

She turned and put her cunt almost in my face while she stroked my thighs. That was how you discovered that I was wearing a plug to match the pink bikini, tucked in my ass. And by the way your eyes widened, I knew you immediately imagined I’d be wearing another one just like it. You were right.

I stuck out my tongue and started licking her while she returned the favor. The people around us had stopped pretending not to look. Some pulled out their phones to record, others muttered under their breath, a voice shouted an insult from afar. Instead of putting us off, it only turned us on more. Knowing all those people were watching us, knowing you were watching us, was exactly what we wanted.

I tugged at my own nipples when I saw you pull your cock out of your swimsuit, no longer hiding it from anyone. And when you came over your hand, I exploded. A hot spasm rocked me from head to toe and splashed Bianca’s face, and she came at the same time against my mouth, trembling all over me.

***

We got up laughing, flushed, and went into the water for one last dip. You kept track of every movement from the shore. In the sea we tangled again, now half-hidden by the surface. You could hardly see anything, but our tits rubbed together under the water and our hands searched between our legs. We both came again, holding each other tight, biting our shoulders to keep from crying out.

We came out naked and soaked, not bothering to look for the bikinis left on the sand. We hurriedly gathered our things, stuffing everything any old way into the bag, and walked toward the showers at the far end of the promenade. Before I left, I looked for you one last time. I winked and nodded toward you, telling you to come. Nothing more was needed.

Bianca had already gotten almost all the sand off by the time I arrived. She was on the other side of the steel shower bar, eyes closed under the spray. I stepped under the water and let it run over my face and breasts. Every so often she came over to give me a quick kiss, without opening her eyes, and I let myself relax, thinking the day had already been enough.

What I didn’t expect was to suddenly feel something hard and hot forcing its way between my legs from behind. I didn’t resist. You didn’t need to say anything: I knew it was you, and I’d wanted you all afternoon. You fucked me mercilessly against the shower bar, checked with your fingers that I was wearing another plug too, and smacked my ass. Bianca, on the other side, tugged my nipples and shoved her tongue deep into my mouth.

I didn’t last long. I came moaning on top of you, not caring who might walk into the showers. When I was done, I took Bianca by the hand and put her on her knees in front of you. I knelt beside her on the wet floor, and the two of us started sucking you off, taking turns, while we fingered ourselves and touched each other’s breasts.

You came over our faces and into our open mouths. Bianca and I kissed without swallowing it all, sharing it, never taking our eyes off you for a second. We kept touching ourselves until we came again, both at once, with your taste still on our tongues and a smile that said everything.

—Next time —I said, catching my breath— you sit closer.