Stimulating the Coal Shore Mother
Mel lazed in her beach chair, her eyes concealed by sunglasses while her head was tilted back. Her feet moved idly in the sand, creating a hole, paying no mind to the occasional breeze that brushed over her sunscreen-coated body. Mel is 39 years old with fair hair; the dark roots making an unexpected appearance on her head. She's a tall lady, who manages to stay lean even with a busy schedule. However, her breasts did fill out her top a bit more than she recalled from the previous year. Under her light orange bikini, her skin shone as she uncovetedly shifted in her seat to catch a glimpse of a group seated a few meters away down the beach.
Mel and her husband have been coming to this spot for a few days now, their beach wagon carrying a cooler, chairs, towels, and a sun hut. The beach slanted toward the water, which remained shallow for several meters even during high tide, before dropping off sharply. This part of the beach was usually serene, justifiable for the effort of hauling the wagon over the rocks.
The second day, they were joined by a group of three young couples, who had set up a few dozen meters away. They were more energetic than Mel but she found pleasure in observing their entertaining antics throughout the day, which involved catching Frisbees and chasing one another into the water. They definitely noticed her, and she felt flattered by the glances their way. She had struck up conversations with the other ladies and found them amiable, and travelers too, on holiday.
On the following day, Mel's husband went back home for a couple of days to attend some online meetings. He mentioned he wouldn't return until later in the evening, which left her irritated. Mel was not going to let a beautiful beach day pass by simply because she was alone, and decided to spend it in the camper.
Reaching for the cooler beside her, Mel pulled out a drink and twisted off the cap before downing a mouthful of the cool liquid. Just then, she spotted a shadow approaching, and when she turned, she saw the group of young women making their way over.
"Hi, ladies!" Mel welcomed as the three approached. She stood up and felt a slight moment of self-consciousness as she realized her bikini top had shifted, exposing a bit more than she wanted. She hastily straightened the material over her breasts. Observing the companions of these young attractive women in their early twenties, Mel couldn't help but notice their striking features.
"Hi Mel," the petite brunette, Monique, greeted. The diminutive woman had dark olive skin and tender facial features. With her was Shelly, a tall blonde, with a swimmer's physique, and a cheerful Katie, a heavyset lady with locks of light brown hair neatly tied in a relaxed ponytail.
"How are you all doing today?" Mel asked as she regained her composure and sat back down.
"Another perfect beach day," Shelly exclaimed, raising her beer can.
"Where's your husband today, everything okay?" Monique inquired, glancing inside the sun hut.
"Yes, he had to go home for a couple of meetings," replied Mel, who could not hide the slight edge of annoyance in her tone.
"Well, that's not much fun!" said Monique. "Come, join us in the water!"
"Sure," Mel agreed, realizing she had been feeling lonely and bored. She fetched another drink from the cooler and they all strolled toward the water. Mingling with the others, they laughed as they approached the warm shallow water and promptly waded in.
In a distant sun hut, the three boys were seated, discussing the women they had been observing for a couple of days.
"Wow," said Dan, a tall and muscular scuba diver, "What a smokin' hot mom!" His girlfriend, Shelly, sat beside him, preparing a beer. "Look at that ass!"
"Fuckin' right, my man," Glen chimed in, belching. "Although I'd rather have a peek at those bouncing tits, but a sexy ass too," added the shorter and stockier Glen, who was with Katie.
Beside them, Alan, a tall and lanky man with dark hair, and Monique's boyfriend, shared a chuckle at the scene.
"She is really attractive," said Alan, observing the waves breaking over the women. "I think she's not going to stay as a watcher for long."
"If I know Monique, she'll be joining in." Glen concurred with a laugh.
After around half an hour, the ladies got out of the water, strolling towards the guys' chairs. A shivering Mel spread out her big beach blanket beside Monique, giving the men a shy smile. Shelly walked towards Dan to ruffle his hair before picking up a drink and sitting on her own blanket. Despite the sudden cold wind, Shelly sat back and dried herself hastily.
"The tide has changed," Monique noted, putting her towel on her shoulders and facing Alan. "Mel, this is Dan, who is with Shelly, Glen is with Katie, and this tall, dark, and slim is Alan, who is fortunate enough to be with me."
Mel smiled politely, acknowledging the men.
"Hey guys, nice to meet you all!"
The guys responded by raising their drinks in Mel's direction as the women turned back around. With a few minutes of chatting, Mel sat up and drew her feet inward, vigorously rubbing her arches.
"Are you alright, Mel?" Katie inquired.
"Yes, just a little cramp," she told them.
"Mel, Alan can give the best foot massages," Monique informed her, urging Alan to help.
Mel propped herself on her elbows and watched as Alan moved towards her, taking her foot in his hand. The others laughed at his being called to perform this act.
"Okay..." Mel said, feeling slightly awkward.
"No, seriously," Monique assured her, also sitting up. "They're heavenly, trust me."
Mel laid down on the blanket, and Alan settled at the end of it. Shelly and Katie continued chatting while observing Alan as he began massaging Mel's foot with his thumbs, his strong hands pressing firmly into her soles.
"Wow, that feels nice!" Mel said appreciatively. Although her feet were typically ticklish, the time spent walking on the hot sand had made her feet more sensitive than usual.
Seeing her reaction, Monique shifted next to Alan and took Mel's other foot. While one of them had firm, deep fingers, the other had smaller, gentle hands that teased her sensitive feet, making her giggle.
"Is that ticklish?" Monique inquired playfully.
"A bit, but it's okay!" Mel replied, trying to suppress her laughter.
Monique smiled and tightened her grip around Mel's ankle, running her nails down the soles of Mel's feet. Hearing her reaction, Alan joined in and took hold of Mel's other ankle. Comfortably positioned to the side, Alan and Monique could now observe Mel's reactions as they tickled her feet.
Katie and Shelly joined in the fun, giggling with Mel as they joined in the tickling contest. Katie crawled over to Mel's back, grabbing her elbows to pin back her arms. Mel let out a yelp as Mel's head was forced between Katie's legs. Alan and Monique both gripped Mel's feet, twisting them forcefully as they rubbed their nails against her delicate skin.
"Hey!" Mel exclaimed, caught off guard.
Seeing her struggles, Katie pressed her legs tighter against Mel's arms as Alan and Monique tormented her feet.
"Wait until Shelly gets started!" Dan said, reaching for another drink.
"Aah!" Mel yelled, unable to twist free from Monique and Alan's grasp. Shelly knelt before her, tickling Mel's tummy and sides, exclaiming her joy at the sight. Katie poked Mel's navel, making her laugh more and her stomach convulse with mirth.
Shelly on her belly beside Mel, wiggled her finger in her navel while pinching her ribs. Mel howled in laughter, shaking her head back and forth. Shelly started tickling Mel's sides, and belly again, tightening her hold on Mel's ribs.
"I can't let Monique and Alan have all the fun!" Shelly declared, tickling Mel's thighs. Mel fought to break Monique and Alan's grip on her feet, their firm fingers pressing deep into her soles. Shelly, perched beside Mel, jumped, yelling as Mel continued to yell and squirm in amusement.
Across the beach, Dan and Glen reclined in their chairs, opening another beer and sharing a laugh about their friends' antics. Mel struggled against Monique and Alan's wicked hands, laughing loudly. Shelly pressed down on her thighs while tickling her sides.
"Want another beer?" Dan asked, leafing through the cooler.
"Sure thing, buddy," Glen replied, as he leaned closer towards Katie. Katie was tickling Mel's underarms, causing her chest to move attractively in her small bikini. The fabric clung to her body, but the combination of sunscreen and sweat made it difficult to keep it in place. Glen adjusted his chair, watching Katie's fingers trace their way across Mel's upper chest and lower before returning to her underarms.
"Here we go," Dan commented, tapping Glen's arm and gesturing towards Shelly. Shelly looked up at Dan and winked, then started to tickle lower and swiftly cupped Mel's pussy through her bikini. Feeling Mel's hips twitch and hearing her soft gasp, Shelly nodded with a smile at Monique before moving her fingers along Mel's belly again.
Katie's fingers moved down Mel's arms, making their way towards her breasts. At the same time, Monique and Alan eased their tickling on Mel's feet, spreading her legs wide enough for Shelly to cup her pussy. Shelly's hand remained in place as she pressed and circled her fingers, while her other hand massaged Mel's stomach, all the while keeping her occupied with teasing her belly.
"You crazy bunch!" Mel exclaimed, laughing but not stopping their advances.
Katie continued to circle Mel's hard nipples, causing a quiet moan from Mel. As Mel's laughter dwindled, Shelly pressed her finger into Mel's pussy, then smiled at Monique, starting to tease her stomach once more.
"What're you doing?" Mel asked breathlessly, unable to resist the pleasure of the tickling and touching.
Katie played with Mel's nipples, flicking her fingers over them before pinching and pulling them. Settling the cups of the bikini at the sides, she softly massaged Mel's breasts with her hands. Mel could no longer articulate words as streams of pleasure flowed through her. It was all she had ever dreamed of, and more, and she certainly had no intention of stopping.
"And here are the boobs," Glen remarked, readjusting his board shorts.
"Dude, Katie does like the boob," Dan agreed, smiling at Shelly who was now massaging Mel's pussy. He sent her a kiss as she adjusted Mel's bikini bottoms and lifted her slightly, causing Mel to moan loudly.
"Five minutes?" Glen asked, amused as he watched Katie tease Mel's nipples.
"Nah, man. Look at how those hips move. Shelly found the spot - any second now."
Mel writhed ecstatically on the blanket, her mind filled only with sensation and unable to process anything but her friends caressing her body. Suddenly, Monique's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Mel, sweetheart, should we stop?"
Mel was in distress for a moment. Stop? Had she done something wrong?
"Please!" she whispered, fully immersed in the excitement of the moment and unconcerned about any potential repercussions.
Shelly slid her hand beneath the bikini and caressed Mel's pussy in a circle. Meanwhile, her other hand tickled Mel's navel, shaking her finger slowly as she rubbed it. Katie pinched Mel's nipples, flicking her fingers over them before cupping them and squeezing gently. Mel rolled back and forth, unable to contain her moans as Monique and Alan massaged her feet, tracing their nails along the inside of them.
Before long, Mel was vibrating, unable to contain her orgasm as Katie gently covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her loud moans. The group went on to draw out Mel's orgasm before she eventually collapsed on the blanket, beat.
"Oh my god," she gasped, panting between her words. Katie leaned forward to kiss her, followed by Shelly, both of whom received an eager response from Mel. Monique and Alan sat back down and gently lowering Mel's feet as they shared a loving kiss.
"You know, five minutes, right?" Glen said, watching his friend's entangled on the blanket.
"Hell no. While we're at getting blowjobs of a lifetime, I'm taking it easy with one of your delicious, sweet beers."
"You think she'll come back with us?" Dan inquired grabbing one of the massive bottles of strong home brew beer from the cooler.
Glen pointed in the direction of the trio on the blanket.
"Alright," Dan replied, still laughing. "I'll see how long you last with Katie's BJ."
Putting the drink in his fridge, Glen shrugs and responds with a grin, "Five minutes?"
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- Yes, Darling
- Katie's Fresh Beginnings: Chapter 8
- In order to listen to your moans.
- An Evening with Brittnay: Part 1
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