“Ah, I see,” she said. From this angle, no one would be able to see my hand between her legs. I gently pulled her bikini to the side, brushing her labia with my hand. She was already wet. I wondered if she had been in a constant state of arousal, as I had been. She spread her legs more, lifting her ass slightly as she rested her head on her forearms.
“May I?” I asked.
“Always,” she relied, her eyes closed as I ran my fingers up and down her labia. I kept looking over my shoulder, holding my book against my knee and not paying attention to the pages, as I slid my fingers into her. My thumb made contact with her clit and I worked my fingers into her as I rubbed her clit. She panted softly, trying to keep still as I penetrated her and rubbed her off.
“Mmnnn,” she gasped, trying to be calm. No one was watching us, but if she cried out or started thrashing around, we would be discovered. I focused my efforts, enjoying watching her try and fight to keep control in public. An elderly gentleman was walking our way, his dog pulling him along at a slow pace. He’d walk right past us in a minute.
“I’m coming,” Jen whispered. I let out a sigh of relief, surprised at how tense I was. I had never done anything remotely like this in public. Jen’s ass quivered, it was the only physical indication that she was coming. She panted, squeezing my fingers tight inside her, until she begged me to stop.
I pulled out of her and wiped my fingers off on the towel. She lay still, her body slowly relaxing. Her bikini bottom was still askew and I enjoyed the view of her pussy, swollen and slightly open from my intrusion. The man and his dog made slow progress as they crossed near us, his eyes on some distant point on the horizon. When he passed Jen rolled onto her back, her bikini still slightly pulled to the side. You could see half of her pubic hair.
“Your bikini bottom,” I said.
“Thanks,” she said, adjusting it. “And thanks for that, I haven’t done anything public like that in a while.”
I thought of my mom, giving a blowjob on the beach in Mexico, and wondered what else these women did. “Such as?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing too crazy,” she sighed, lightly patting her stomach. “BJs. Stuff like that. Your mom, she was the wild one.”
“I find that hard to imagine,” I said.
“You’d be surprised,” she said. I put my hand on her thigh, and she closed her eyes. I scanned the horizon, deeming the coast clear enough, and slid my hand under her bikini bottom. In seconds, I had penetrated her again, my thumb on her clit.
“Who was her first, and your first,” I asked.
She sighed a long, contented sigh. I was taking my time with my hand, in no hurry to bring her next orgasm. “Hers was a boyfriend in freshman year of college. Nice guy, great smile. First black guy I ever saw naked.”
My hand slipped in surprise and she laughed. There was nothing strange about my mom and a black guy, but it was just a mental image I hadn’t expected. I thought about my mom, her pale skin against his. “And you?”
“Our neighbor, the one who saw us naked. One day I went over there and fucked him. I wanted to get laid, and I knew he’d be game. I walked over in a bikini and had it off in a minute. He was married, and much older, but I didn’t care. He and I did it regularly for years, even when I had a boyfriend, I’d come home and pay him a visit.”