Happy Beach Birthday: Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Finding New Companions
Walter slowly lowered himself onto the vast blue-gray carpet he spread out under the shade of a grand palm tree. This was to be his solitary celebration of turning 70 on the beach. He eased out his aged limbs with a sigh, leaning back against the rough bark as he observed the beautiful landscape spread before him. The pearly sand sparkled under the sun, which was gradually making its descent towards the azure waters of the ocean. Soft waves tickled the shore with a steady, soothing whish, creating an atmosphere of peace.
With his eyes closed, Walter inhaled the rejuvenating salty air. He'd always been drawn to the beach, from his youthful pleas to his parents for regular beach trips. It was one of his last sanctuaries in a world that at times only brought pain.
When he reopened his eyes, his gaze connected with two stunning young women strolling along the sil very high sand a bit further down the seashore. One was a stunning brunette, her curvaceous body tucked neatly into a small red bikini. Her rich dark brown tousled hair flowed over her shoulders in soft waves as she ran barefoot through the surf, her laughter bright.
Her companion had short blonde hair that moved gently in the ocean breeze. Lithe and slender, she wore a svelte black one-piece swimsuit that showed off her toned physique. She splashed water at the brunette, who danced away, trying to dodge the sprays. The friendly banter and infectious grins of the two young women caught Walter's attention. If only he was a few decades younger! However, the idea of passing his youth to witness such lovely beach babes didn't seem likely to have captured their interest.
As They drew nearer, the ladies advanced, heading directly to Walter's cozy spot under the palm tree. Walter instinctively beckoned to them, raising a hand in acknowledgment as they approached. Now, he was stunned when both women returned his welcome with a smile and a wave, beaming as if they were simply two friends returning greetings. Their acknowledgement filled Walter's heart with happiness, especially after all the years of becoming a nonentity to his peers.
As the pair neared, he eagerly prepared himself. He smoothed down his disheveled white hair and brushed away any lingering sand. His heart pounded with eagerness. If these two stunning ladies were to pass him by without recognizing his age, what were their intentions? Would they think he was hopelessly lonely and offer him some conversational company? The possibilities muddled his thoughts.
"Greetings, my friends!" the brunette chirped up close. "I'm Brittany, and this is Samantha. May we join you for a spell?"
Walter hurriedly offered them a spot on the blanket, "Certainly. Welcome! I'm Walter. This one of the most stunning places I've ever seen. An exquisite day, wouldn't you agree?"
The girls rested comfortably on the blanket, sparing a gracious gap between themselves and Walter.
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"It is indeed rather beautiful," Samantha replied with warmth. "We often come here to relax. Do you frequent this beach, Walter?"
Walter couldn't help but feel lucky that these two divine gems would choose to spend time with a man four decades his senior. They didn't appear to see this as a problem but more like an enjoyable bonding experience. He knew there was a reason for their kindly attitude, though it eluded him. Perhaps they recognized the delight he took in his solitary life?
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"I do come here sometimes," Walter shared, unable to hide a hint of pride in his voice. "I'll be honest, though. I usually take advantage of this quiet, empty beach to lounge in peace. The deserted coast makes it feel as if I'm the only person on Earth."
The blonde, Samantha, mentioned, "Brittany's been wanting to go topless. Would that be alright?"
A sudden shock jostled Walter. "Of course," he responded politely. "I'd be delighted to join you both in your beachy bliss."
Brittany coquettishly shrugged out of her top and spread her arms wide, soaking up the sun as she reveled in the mild and warm rays. Before long, Walter found himself sharing pleasant conversation with a pair of beautiful girls who didn't mind his age, giving him a natural connection, joy, and companionship. For an afternoon, time seemed suspended, and Walter truly felt at peace; nary a care in the world. They shared laughter and reminiscence as the sun bid farewell to the day, leaving behind a turquoise sky dotted with stars.
As the voiceless shore continued to beckon, the ocean waves continued to lull Walter into tranquility. It was like time had frozen, leaving only him, the sand, and the two young friends at the mercy of nature. Him and the two carefree girls were the essence of the undisturbed beach.
"I know it's probably not the best idea, but we've got the place all to ourselves," said Brittany, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she eyed Samantha, who grinned back and shook her head. "It just feels so liberating!"
Walter was taken aback, unable to process the thought of this stunning woman taking off her bikini top right in front of him. "Well, sure, I guess... whatever makes you comfortable," he stammered.
Brittany didn't miss a beat. With a flourish, she unhooked her bikini top from behind and let it fall to the blanket. "You can take a peek now," she teased with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Walter forced himself to look away politely as he saw her perfect breasts lying bare before him.
"Wow," was all he could muster.
"Thank you," Brittany said with a soft, sultry purr. Her brunette hair cascaded over her shoulders and chest, just skimming the top of her exposed flesh. Her eyes were closed and her long lashes fluttered as she tilted her face up to the sun.
Samantha shot Walter a sympathetic glance. "Sorry about her, she's a bit of a risk-taker. I always tell her she's going to get us into trouble!" They all laughed.
Despite his racing pulse, Walter managed to sound calm. "Don't worry about it. It's your beach, too. Besides, there's no one around to take offense."
Brittany rewarded his understanding with a dazzling smile. "That's sweet of you to say, Walt. Most older guys would be leering at my boobs right now."
"Oh, don't flatter yourself," Walter retorted, waving his hands dismissively. "I may be 70 years old but I'm still a red-blooded man!" They all shared a laugh.
Brittany stretched out on the blanket, her breasts swaying slightly as she did so. Samantha knelt behind her, applying suntan lotion on Brittany's back. Walter watched, mesmerized, as Brittany's flawless bronze skin was coated in white cream.
Brittany suddenly turned to face Walter, her breasts still visible against his view. "Hey, can you help me with my front?"
"Uhh, I think I'll pass," Walter said, not quite trusting himself to touch her.
"Aww, come on, it'll be fun," Brittany coaxed. "No one's looking!"
Massaging some lotion into her own hands, she held them out to Walter. "Come on, be my hero!"
Walter swallowed hard, his hands beginning to shake. "Well, I can't say no to that."
Brittany giggled as she scooted closer to Walter on the blanket. She pivoted around, presenting her bare back to him again. "Just do my shoulders first, okay?"
Walter carefully kneaded the lotion into her skin, trying not to touch her breasts. He couldn't help but admire the sight of her sun-kissed body next to him.
Brittany continued chatting with Samantha, but her eyes were on Walter the entire time, watching him as he applied the lotion to her back with more caution now.
Suddenly, she looked up at him and batted her eyelashes. "You'd better hurry up before Sam and I run out of lotion!"
"Coming right up!" Walter replied with a nervous chuckle. She leaned back into him, her breasts grazing his arm. Walter did his best to pretend he wasn't completely captivated by her.
Her mention of running out of lotion was an invitation in disguise, and he realized that she just wanted him to touch her.
"Walter, I think you should finish up before we run out," Brittany teased. "I'd hate for my skin to burn!"
With a deep breath, Walter leaned in and applied the lotion on her upper arms. He could feel his heart racing as he drew closer to her.
Brittany sighed, seeming to revel in his touch. "Ahh, that feels so good."
As he continued applying the lotion, Brittany's hands began to wander. She slowly lowered them over Walter's hands, connecting their fingers.
Walter's pulse raced, unsure of what to do next, but Brittany seemed unconcerned. She gently guided his hands lower, coaxing him to touch her breasts.
"Mmm, that feels so nice," she sighed, pressing his hands against her chest.
"Sure thing," Walter said, rubbing some of the lotion onto her sun-kissed skin. She shuddered a bit from the cold touch. He started softly massaging it into her shoulders, round and round, her skin feeling incredibly smooth under his worn palms.
Brittany made a happy sound, her eyes closing, "Mmm...you have a nice touch," she murmured.
His heart racing, Walter's confidence grew in his touch, rubbing the lotion into her supple shoulders and upper back. He was careful not to miss any spots, fully massaging the lotion into her silky bronze body.
"How's that feel?" he asked.
"Fantastic," Brittany said, signing contentedly, "Your hands are magic."
He relaxed, knowing that Brittany saw past age and looks. Her lighthearted happiness in the moment was captivating.
Once he finished her back, Brittany turned to face him, her smooth breasts sitting on her chest, showing them freely. He tried not to stare.
Brittany took his hand and dabbed some more lotion onto his palm. "And now, for the girls," she directed, her eyes shining with mischief.
Walter chuckled at her jovial nature. He began gently massaging the lotion into the plump mounds of her breasts, admiring the round, firm ones and the shiny globes. They were so big and full, it felt like he was draping his hand over a beach ball. Brittany was amused by this, looking at him happily.
Her nipples responded, becoming solid points. He tried to be professional, but the sight turned his heart rate up.
"Mmm...so nice," Brittany hummed, leaning back slightly. "You know how to make a woman feel special."
"Just being thorough," Walter joked, causing her to laugh musically.
Brittany turned to him with a cute, dimpled smile. "You've done it! Thank you, kind sir," she said, doing a silly little curtsy, which made her breasts bounce around.
Walter bowed to her, "The pleasure was all mine, dear lady."
Samantha, watching quietly, gave a little smirk. "You're very shameless," she told Brittany.
Brittany just shrugged, not caring if she was seen like that. "He needed a bit of fun on his birthday," she said with a laugh.
Smiling at him, she put her sweet smile on, "Wasn't this better than just sitting here alone?" she asked, her face beaming.
Walter had to agree. "It was quite the highlight, I must say. At my age, I cherish every new experience."
Brittany smiled, happy she could give him that. She was so comfortable in her exposure, because of who she was, unbothered, joyful, alive. Interacting with her had woken up something inside Walt: he envied her fearlessness. At this very moment on the beach, age dissolved, and all that remained was a human connection.
His embarrassment grew when, Brittany, staring at him, commented, "Wow, seems someone's really enjoying the view," she stated matter-of-factly, glancing at Walter's obvious erection.
Samantha's eyes went wide, not knowing how to react. But Brittany wasn't bothered. "No need to apologize. It's normal."
Walter flushed deeply, mortified. "Oh, I...it just, I...happened without me wanting it to." He frowned, stumbling over his words.
She leaned in, putting a hand on him, "It's okay, Walter, it's natural," she said, stifling a smile.
Amused at his response, with a sympathetic smile, "Happens to the best of us," replied his girlfriend, Samantha.
Brittany nodded, "Completely normal and natural, Walter." The girls weren't judging.
Walter couldn't believe what he was seeing; her playful attitude after exposing herself was astonishing. Most girls would be embarrassed or repulsed by now. But Britney didn't seem to be judging, just enjoying this new situation.
Her breasts were bared for him to see as she turned to face Walter, completely unfazed. Britney grinned curiously, glancing down at his trousers where a noticeable bulge was evident.
"Can I...touch it?" she queried innocently, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I've never seen an older man's hard-on before."
"Britney!" Samantha chided, yet her eyes revealed a hint of amusement.
Shocked by the outrageous offer, Walter wrestled with his desires. He should politely decline this adult entertainment. But the thought of what she might do next if he agreed had him analCompatibility confused.
Britney's gaze intensified, her hand reached out imploringly.
"C'mon, just a little feel!" she enticed playfully. "Think it'll be fun, Sam?"
Samantha chuckled to herself, "You really are incorrigible."
Britney's attention returned to Walter, eyes eager. "Pretty please? I'll just give it a quick squeeze." She demonstrated by pinching her fingers together like she was grabbing a marshmallow.
Walter was startled but couldn't help but be intrigued. His heart was racing, his dick reacted instantly. He could feel Britney's warm warm hand through his pants stroking his member.
"I guess...I guess it's okay...a few harmless touches," he found himself stammering.
Britney grinned triumphantly, moving cautiously towards him. He could see her breasts jiggle from her movement, further arousing him. Britney clasped her hand over the erection he couldn't hide, his stomach clenched in anticipation.
"Wow, it's so hard!" she exclaimed, fascinated. Despite being not as young as her, Britney displayed astonishing interests in sexual experiences.
Samantha was amazed by this, gripping the armchair, her eyes wide.
Britney gave the tip a gentle tug, causing Walter to gasp involuntarily.
"Does that feel good?" she asked seductively, ignoring his answer. Instead, she continued to stroke his pulsating cock through the fabric of his pants.
"I bet if we keep going, we can make you cum," Britney mused aloud, looking at Samantha with playful eyes.
Samantha was hesitant, "I'm not sure if it's appropriate--"
Brittany dismissed her concerns, "Why not? We've already gone this far. And don't you think he deserves a nice one?" From her words, Walter understood they were determined to do this.
Without hesitation, Britney grasped him tightly through his pants, manipulating him smoothly. Walter clenched his jaws, struggling to control himself.
"I don't have to do this," he feebly argued, but his excitement was palpable.
"Shhh--just relax and enjoy," Britney advised gently. "Consider it a reward for your kindness earlier." A smirk graced her face as she increased the pace of her stroking.
The anticipation was overwhelming. His orgasm was imminent. If they continued this, he would surely lose control.
Seeing doubt in Samantha's eyes, Britney pointed out, "We're both consenting adults here. Look at his joy; it shouldn't be a problem!"
Samantha gestured towards the unexpected scene but her eyes betrayed her concern. Britney resumed fondling Walter, her hand moving skilfully.
"Give it to us," Britney encouraged in a low, sultry voice.
His legs spasmed as he filled his undergarments with his load, bursting out violently. His form was powerful yet vulnerable, his breath came out as a growl.
"That felt great," Walter managed to say afterward, breathless.
Both Britney and Samantha laughed softly.
Brittany, pleased with the results, squeezed his recovered tip before letting go. Her hand was sticky, she grinned, "Makes it feel nice and limp." Walter had to concur, completely satisfied.
"We really shouldn't have done that," Samantha murmured, finally breaking her silence. His gaze, he realized, was unintentional but very appreciative.
Britney sniggered, "What? It's not like the others, we promise." She shined him her brightest grin.
Samantha gave a curt nod, their playful banter never quite ceasing.
"Quite impressive, to be honest," Sam expressed, a hint of admiration in her voice. Despite his old age, he was able to send her friend into sexual ecstasy effortlessly.
"It's all thanks to you!" Walter drunkenly replied, then sighed, resting back in his chair.
Brittany excitedly smiled, showing her satisfaction. "We enjoyed it!" She delicately sucked her finger cleaned. "Oh, so tasty like honey," she whispered seductively, making Walter laugh.
Samantha remained dumbstruck from watching their sensual display. However, she softly smiled at Walter. "Yes...that was simply amazing," was about all she could think to say.
Brittany chortled. "I told you it'd be entertaining!" She glanced at Walter with twinkling eyes. "Seems we've figured out what attracts a man, no matter his age."
All three laughed together, creating a cosy and playful environment just like when they first sat down. Brittany lazily settled out on her back, exposing her bare boobs to the sky. She seemed entirely comfortable lying there showing everything after their wild moment.
Again, Walter was astonished by her laid-back attitude. Although their encounter was taboo, she radiated nothing but happiness and openness. Her cheerfulness contaminated any lingering shame or embarrassment. Post a lifetime of adhering to strict societal regulations, experiencing such an unanticipated, private interaction was exhilarating and liberating to share with these animated young women. Walter recognised this would be an unforgettable birthday.
As the sun slowly impacted the sky, the three proceeded to talk simply as if they'd been friends for ages. Walter drank in their vitality, feeling more energetic than he had in years. Soon, Samantha grew more relaxed and joined Brittany in lying topless. Walter couldn't help but notice her breasts were much smaller than her buddy's, but they were perky and finished with cute little pink areolas.
With the sun lowering, Brittany lazily spread her arms above her head. Walter struggled not to stare as this movement caused her bare breasts to wiggle deliciously.
"So, where exactly are you charming ladies staying during your beach holiday?" he inquired casually.
"Oh, we're at the Gulf Shores Hotel near the seashore," Brittany answered, vaguely flapping her hand toward the interior.
"Fantastic, I'm at the Gulf Shores Hotel too!" Walter exclaimed.
Samantha became excited by this. "No way! What's the likelihood?"
Brittany sprung upright, eagerly lively. "Wait, you mentioned it's your birthday trip, right? You must be in one of those big, fanciful suites!"
When Walter nodded in confirmation, Brittany applauded joyously. "Yay! High roller!" she teased, tapping him playfully. Samantha giggled at Brittany's antics.
"Well, it's a special occasion," Walter stated modestly. "I decided to go all out."
"Hell yeah, you should!" Brittany cheered. She exchanged a secretive glance with Samantha, before looking back at Walter.
"Do you think you might like to stop by our room later for some more fun?" Brittany proposed, her eyes loaded with innuendo. Beside her, Samantha blushed yet appeared fascinated by the proposition.
Walter's face mushed. The implications in both girls' seductive gaze intrigued him.
"You genuinely wish to come by my room, going further?" Harold instrumented shyly. "What are you both certain, due to what occurred earlier..." He fizzled off, barely intelligible.
"We're just having fun!" Brittany scoffed. "We're not required to honour your desires." Her eyes gleamed heatedly as she leaned in closer.
"I believe you possess many things to educate this woman," Brittany purred, lightly caressing Walter's chest. The touch provoked a jolt right to his groin.
Samantha softly mentioned, "Really, we'd relish coming to see you later, should you want company," she affirmed honestly.
Walter's heart skipped a beat. That can be intriguing. But a small voice of reason made him consider.
"Wrong, that is extremely inviting," he uttered cautiously. "I wouldn't wish you girls feeling pressured..." He rambled off incoherently. Brittany shook his worries away briskly.
"Just chill," she said breezily. "Just going to have some fun!" Her eyes shimmered with lust as she drew up the edge of her bikini top over her ample cleavage.
Of course. Samantha followed suit, covering her petite breasts once more.
"Bye handsome!" Brittany teased, extending her hand to wave goodbye. She gazed back, blowing Walter a flirty kiss. He watched them stroll off, gradually getting smaller until they were out of sight. Get code
Exhaling deeply, Walter slumped onto the picnic blanket. His heart still thumped from both excitement and disbelief. Had he truly set up a rendezvous with those two alluring women for a night filled with steamy passion? It felt too fantastic to be real. If this was a dream, he never desired to awaken.
The remaining afternoon faded blissfully by. As the sun vanished behind the horizon, brilliant shades of red and gold engulfed the view, Walter packed up and strolled back to his hotel, his senses humming with eagerness.
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