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 ï>¿Kailua Beach

   I was 26, struggling to make ends meet, but living in paradise.  I had
lived in Hawaii for 12 years and I never tired of the perfect weather,
friendly people and of course, the beaches.

   That day, my boyfriend Stephen and I headed to Kailua, a small beach
town on the windward side of Oahu.  I loved the soft white sand, clear
water and gentle surf...  with none of the crazy tourist stuff like at
Waikiki.

   It was a weekday, Stephen and I skipped class to get some sun, and the
beach was nearly deserted.  We spread out our towels, put on the sunscreen
and laid down on our backs.

   Now, I have always loved the feel of the sun on my pussy.  The house I
grew up in had a private balcony, where I could sunbathe nude discreetly.
Always, I could spread my legs to feel the heat of the sun, and I would
instantly become very wet.

   So as I lay there with Stephen a foot away, I could feel my pussy start
to pulsate from the sun, even through my bikini.  After just a few minutes,
my damp pussy needed a bit more attention.

   I flipped onto my tummy, slyly grinding my pussy against the sand while
I gyrated my hips to work the friction between my pussy lips and my clit.

   I thought I was being inconspicuous.

   Not wanting tan lines, I undid the straps to my top.  For a brief
moment, my breasts were exposed to the nipple.  That's when I noticed the
local man sitting by himself about 30 feet away.  Although he had shades
on, I could tell by his body language that he had been watching me.  From
his angle, he definitely caught a glimpse of my naked tits.

   A bolt of electricity shot to my pussy, and I could feel myself get even
wetter.

   Stephen was oblivious.  We had only been dating for a few months, and
although I could sense in him a wild streak, I wasn't sure how he would
feel about my getting turned on from having another man ogle me.

   But there was no denying that it was having a very strong effect on me.
My nipples hardened, and I couldn't squeeze my legs together hard enough to
satisfy the itch my clit was giving me.

   I laid my face down so that I could still see the guy in my peripheral
vision.  His gaze never left me.  I "popped" my ass out a little, arching
my back slightly to give my ass that little extra curve.  He didn't know I
was watching him watch me, because he was blatantly staring, now.  And I
wanted him to.

   Ordinarily, he wouldn't qualify as "my type." He was about 10 years
older than me, with a little more belly than I like on my men.  He was
shirtless, wearing only a lava lava, a traditional unisex Hawaiian
wraparound skirt.

   But he was my captive audience, and the naughty girl in me didn't want
to let him go yet.  So I pushed up onto my elbows and made to adjust my
bikini bottoms, looking behind me, away from my voyeur.  Since my top was
untied, I held it in place with my right hand as I reached behind me with
my left.  In that twisted position, I "accidentally" exposed my full right
tit as I adjusted the crotch of my suit.  My fingers slipped under the
legband, and for a few seconds I deliberately stroked my swollen clit.

   I turned back onto my stomach quickly, and flashed an "I-caught-you"
smile to the stranger.  I expected an embarrassed look and a quickly
averted glance.  Instead, he pulled down his shades to make direct eye
contact.  He smiled the mischievous grin so natural to the local boys, and
pulled his knees up toward his chest.

   He wore no underwear.

   I was the one with the shocked look on my face as I couldn't help but
gaze at his hard cock.  It was a healthy size, nothing shocking there.  But
knowing I caused it made it a beautiful cock, and my pussy throbbed in
response.

   Stephen, still unaware, lay next to me dozing.  Lust urged me to walk up
to my stranger, grab hold of his cock, suck it to full hardness, then mount
it.  But I choked the urge down.  Instead, I tied my top back on and rolled
over to face my boyfriend.

   "Baby, I'm going for a swim..." I said.

   Stephen grunted incoherently as he rose from his own reverie.  "OK," he
said, as he propped his head up on a makeshift pillow.

   I stood and headed toward the water, putting an extra sway to my hips as
I walked.  I could feel both sets of eyes on my ass, and I couldn't resist.
I turned my head over my shoulder and put on my best seductive smile.  I'm
certain that Stephen had no idea it was for him AND my newfound friend.

   As I neared the water, I again hooked my fingers under my bottoms in the
familiar pull-your-suit-out-of-your-ass motion, hoping it looked
nonchalant, but really just looking for a reason to put my hands on the
object of their lust.

   The water was cool, but did nothing to quench the fire between my legs.
I dove fully into the water, and emerged with a Bo Derek-like tossing back
of my wet hair.  I kept my shades on, so I could watch the two men without
divulging to my boyfriend how much my secret show was turning me on.

   Still, Stephen knew me well enough to know what my looks meant.  He
stood and walked toward me, looking so sexy with his bronze skin
contrasting nicely with his bright boardshorts.

   He came to me as we were standing in waist-deep water and said, "You
look too good to leave out here alone."

   "So what are you going to do about it?" I asked.

   He pulled me to him, his hands on my hips, and sucked me in with a deep,
passionate kiss.  He is, without a doubt, the best kisser I have ever had,
and for a few moments I was lost in the sweet softness of his lips, the
gentle probing of his tongue.

   But my watcher was glued to us, to me.  And the secret lust between us
was making me feel deliciously dirty.

   I let my hand fall to caress Stephen's hardness through his shorts, and
I know my watcher was wishing it was his cock in my hand.  I pulled Stephen
down, until the water covered us up to our shoulders.  I reached behind me,
untied my top and took it off completely, staying unexposed in the water. I
placed Stephen's hand on my tit, where he proceeded to tweak my nipple with
just enough force for me to feel it in my clit.

   I brought my hand, still holding my top, up around Stephen's neck.  My
watcher definitely knew I was now topless in the water.

   I kissed Stephen's neck, and whispered in his ear, "I want you inside
me, now!"

   He reached between my legs and pushed the crotch of my bottoms to the
side.

   "No, wait," I said.

   I stumbled a bit as I tried to remove my bottoms with one hand, still
holding onto Stephen.  To "recover," I stood slightly to regain my balance,
enough so that my breasts were fully exposed to my watcher's hungry eyes.

   When I had my bottoms free, I held them in my other hand.  My watcher
knew I was now completely naked, and about to get fucked.

   Stephen, knowing I was not in the mood for foreplay, grabbed hold of my
thighs, lifted them around his waist, and shoved his beautiful cock inside
me in one smooth motion.

   The feel of his warm, hard cock inside me contrasted with the cool, soft
water around my pussy, and my face revealed my lust.  I grabbed Stephen
tight, placing my chin on his shoulder as he began to pump me.  My tits,
while pressed against Stephen's chest, were still in full view of my
watcher.  I pushed my shades up on top of my head, and looked him dead in
the eye.

   My watcher looked straight back at me, and pulled his lavalava up to his
waist.  My eyes fell to his cock, which he grabbed with one hand and
started gingerly stroking.

   My pussy squeezed around Stephen's cock, as I stared through half-closed
eyes at my stranger picking up his pace.  I began to moan and grunt as
Stephen started thrusting into me with more urgency.

   I imagined that it was the stranger's cock in my pussy, that I was a
dirty slut getting fucked by a man whose name I did not know, to whom I had
not spoken a single word.

   "Yes, fuck me harder, baby, fuck me harder!" I cried.

   I knew I was close.  As my orgasm crashed over me, I moaned loudly.  I'm
sure my watcher heard.

   My climax spurred Stephen on.  He pounded his cock into me, at exactly
the same rhythym that my watcher stroked his cock.

   "Come for me, baby, please come for me!" I pleaded to the two.  I felt
Stephen's cock swell then burst inside me at almost the exact moment that I
saw my watcher's cock erupt with cum.

   I came again, my body electrified by the erotic, naughty experience.

   After a few moments, I put my bikini back on, and Stephen and I headed
back to the beach.  As we approached our towels, Stephen noticed for the
first time that we were not alone.

   "Oh my god," he said.  "Do you think that guy saw us?"

   I pretended to be just as shocked, but said, "No, I don't think so... 
besides, we were pretty much underwater, so I don't think there was
anything for him to see."

   "I'm going to change real quick, then we can go grab something to eat,
OK?" I said.

   I grabbed my bag, went to the shower room and changed into shorts and a
cute tank top.  I put my wet (water wet and pussy wet) bottoms into my bag
and returned to Stephen.

   "I'm ready," I said.

   As we walked back to the car, I made sure I was on the same side as my
stranger.  As we passed him, I deftly reached into my bag, pulled out my
bikini bottoms, and let them fall to the ground.  I could see from my
peripheral vision that my watcher saw what I had done.  The idea of him
stroking his cock as he smelled my wet bikini panties gave my pussy a
lustful shot of electricity, and I couldn't resist a final stolen glance at
my watcher.

   I had the memory of that afternoon burned in my head.
   My watcher could keep the souvenir.