How to describe Rosemary? If you’re going by reputation she’s a bit of a prude and a bit snarky where men are concerned. She was a year behind me in school and it seemed to me that she got a lot of fun out of embarrassing boys, leading them on and then complaining that they went too far. Married now, so I suppose she didn’t beat off every boy she met.
Where looks were concerned she was quite lovely. Her hair was a glossy black, she had hazel eyes, a heart-shaped face, a charming smile, a figure that would stop a man dead in his tracks, and a lilt when she walked that drew admiring glances from anyone who saw her.
Despite her reputation for being a bit of a prude she had amazing dress sense, knowing by instinct just what to wear to show of her figure to its best advantage. She was absolutely amazing in a bikini, quite willing to wear one that she’d condemn another girl for wearing. (She had the figure for it, in her opinion, while they didn’t.)
I was down at the beach when I ran across her. There weren’t very many people at the beach, what with it being a working day, and normally I wouldn’t be there. Today just happened to be an exception. I was strolling along and spotted her, looking very nice in a fetching white bikini.
I settled down near her, just not too near. Not so close that she could take offence. I wasn’t actually looking at her having my phone out, fiddling with it. Once I was nicely settled I tucked the phone in my shirt pocket and looked around.
“Rosemary, isn’t it?” I asked.
“Do I know you?” she demanded, inferring that the answer should be no.
“Sort of,” I confessed. “We were at school together. I was a year ahead of you. You were, shall we say, memorable. Still are from what I can see. Me, I was easily forgettable.”
“Still are,” she said sweetly.
“It’s funny, but the last time I saw you you were also wearing a bikini. It was just after you’d turned eighteen. You said it was a birthday present. Caused a bit of a fuss among the boys. They actually had a pool running on whether you were clean-shaven or not. Most of the boys opted for clean-shaven because of the bikini you had on. That’s what I picked as well.”
“Oh really. And who won and how did you decide on the winner?”
“Unfortunately no-one won. We had no way to prove it one way or the other. We asked some of the girls to check while you changed but they just laughed at us. A couple said you did and a couple said you didn’t and suggested we ask you. None of the boys were game to ask. You scared most of us.”
“Not you, I assume.”
“Not me,” I said cheerily, “but I had a girlfriend at the time. If I’d taken steps to find out she’d have shaved me, taking my testicles off along with my pubes. Not worth the risk.”
“You’re rather crude, you know.”
“I know, but that’s me,” I said cheerfully. “Are you wondering why I told you about that little bet?”
“Not really.”
“It’s because of the bikini you’re wearing right now. The same question raises its head. Are you clean-shaven or not? This time I’m opting for not.”
“Like I care. It’s not as though you’re going to find out. Ah, why do you say not?”
She looked a little insulted that I’d said not, possibly because the bikini fitted her like a coat of paint.
“It’s the fit,” I said cheerfully. “It just doesn’t seem as if it’s a hundred percent snug, if you know what I mean.”
“The fit is perfect,” came an icy comment. “And for your information, yes, I shave.”
“Uh-huh,” I said in an amused tone.
“What? You don’t believe me?”
“Well, it’s easy for you to say whatever you like. You don’t have to worry about proving it. It’s not as though you’re going to take your bikini off.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Of course I would, but you’ll note that I haven’t asked. I wouldn’t want to upset your maidenly sensibilities.”
“I am married, you know.”
“Ah, yes, I did know, but you seem the type of girl who would retain her maidenly sensibilities. No, there’s no way known I’d expect you to take off your bikini. Your secret is safe.”
Rosemary gave me a killing look, reached down, hooked a finger under the crotch of her bikini, and pulled the whole thing right over to one side, exposing mons and vulva to my interested eyes.
“You don’t need to get undressed to prove something like that,” she said, ice chilling her voice. “I don’t lie.”
“Point taken,” I said, smiling as she calmly moved her bikini back into position.
“The advantage of a white bikini,” I said softly, “is that you could take it off and the people at the beach wouldn’t even know unless they were right up close. From a distance your white breasts would look like a white bikini. Now that I’ve seen your pussy, why not show me your breasts. You know you want to.”
“You’re mad. What on earth makes you think I want to show you my breasts?”
“You’re feeling naughty,” I said. “If you weren’t you’d never have flashed me. You’d just have ignored me. I’m right, aren’t I? Go on, be a devil.”
It was only a rumour that I’d heard that led me to believe that Rosemary might play around a little. I waited to see what she’d do. If her top came off then I figured that I was in with a good chance for a little one on one action.
Rosemary gave a quick look around, noting how far away the various beach-goers were. Then she gave me a smirk, reached behind her, and lifted her top off over her head. Her breasts stood out proudly, not needing the support, and just as white as the bikini that she’d been wearing – except for two rosy tips, of course.
“Very nice,” I assured her. “They should always be on display like that. It’s a crime to every man to hide those beauties away.”
She smirked and lifted her top to put it back on.
“Ah, before you put it back on, take off the bottom half. The same principle would apply. You could stand there quite naked and everyone would assume that you had on a white bikini. I’m the only one who would know otherwise.”
“You’re kidding. You don’t really expect me to take my pants off.”
“Why not?” I asked with a smile. “Think what a naughty illicit thrill you’ll get. It’s not as though I could tell anyone. Who’d believe me? They’d all just think I was big-noting myself.”
Rosemary flushed, taking another quick look around. From the guilty look on her face and the way her nipples had peaked she was aroused and wondering what it would feel like to be naked in front of a relative stranger in public. The beach did count as public, even if there was no-one else very close.
She took a big breath, dropped the top back on her towel, and then reached down and skimmed off her pants, leaving her sitting there as naked as you please, and I was very pleased. I stood up and held out my hands to her.
“Up,” I said, and she went a little pale.
“What?”
“Up,” I repeated. “I want to see you standing there naked. No-one will notice and I really need to see you.”
She hesitantly took my hands and I pulled her to her feet, standing back so I could see her properly.
“Turn around,” I told her, and she did so, blushing all the while. I stopped her once she was facing the car-park.
“You see that campervan up there? That’s mine. We’re going to walk up there just as you are and go inside.”
“What?” It was a strangled scream. “Are you nuts? I’m just getting dressed again and you can be elsewhere.”
“I’m serious,” I assured her. “You’ll find it an exciting adventure. Just think of those people who see you walk up there, none of them realising that you’re naked. Doesn’t the prospect make you tingle? On top of that there’s the mischief we’ll get up to once we’re inside the campervan.”
“I’m not doing it,” she said. “And you’re certainly not doing it.”
“Don’t be like that,” I gently chided. “Think of the excitement. The thrill of it all.”
I moved closer to her. I lightly stroked her breasts, seeing them heave slightly at my touch. Her face flushed again, her nipples seeming to twitch. Reaching down I moved my hand across that smoothly shaven mons and between her legs. I could feel her heat, her moistness already making itself apparent. She was swallowing nervously.
Bending down I picked up her bikini.
“For when you come back,” I told her. I cupped a hand under her elbow and took a step towards the campervan and she moved along with me. I took my time and she still came, nervously watching all around. Understandable. She was naked, after all. No-one approached and we reached the campervan without any problems. I opened the door and ushered her in. She scrambled in quite quickly, breathing a sigh of relief.
“That’s the scariest thing I’ve ever done,” she gasped out once she was inside.
“And probably one of the most arousing,” I pointed out. “You’re looking all hot and bothered. Why don’t you lie down and think about what’s coming?”
I eased her down onto the bunk and then took off my shirt and carefully hung it on a hook near the bed. I wasn’t nearly so careful dropping my shorts and stepping out of them. I sat on the bed next to Rosemary, my hands immediately starting to wander.
I started with her breasts, stroking them, and then trailed my hands downward. Crossing her mons my hands slid down the insides of her legs, not quite touching her vulva, even though she raised her hips in offering. Stroking the insides of her thighs, hearing her breathing becoming harsher, eager even, as my hands moved back towards her vulva.
I paused for a moment, hands just shy of her pudenda. She could probably feel the hairs on the back of my hands tickling her there. Then my hand clamped on her vulva and she gave a scream. She slapped a hand on her mouth, looking shocked that she’d done such a thing. I just laughed and started rubbing her vulva.
While I massaged her vulva, fingers dipping between her lips, I also lowered my head to her breasts, suckling lightly on those darlings. I mouthed and teased them, only lightly as I suspected she’d be most displeased if I left any bruises.
It didn’t take long and she was writhing under my touch, eagerly pushing herself against my hands, her own hand seeking and finding my erection, holding it tightly.
She was right on the edge of a climax before I pushed her legs further apart, lined up, and drove fully into her. Just like that she was no longer on the edge, shrieking and clamping down on me as she shuddered and climaxed, hands digging into my shoulders as she clung to me.
I waited until she calmed down a bit and then I started getting my bit of the action. I thrust into her with gay abandon, with Rosemary still so aroused that she quite happily went along with me, lifting her hips and pushing firmly up to meet me. I wasn’t exactly gentle, just driving home in fine style. I suspected that gentleness would have been totally wasted and probably scorned. If Rosemary was getting laid then she expected to be laid with vigour.
Eventually I could see that Rosemary was getting ready for her second climax so I took steps to defer it, keeping her riding on the edge while I enjoyed myself. When she realised what I was doing she surprised me by teaching me a few new words. I’d thought I’d known all the good ones but not so. Still, I took the hint and went for broke.
Rosemary happily climaxed again and I did likewise.
Afterwards I got dressed and Rosemary scrambled into her bikini, seeming to pick up an air of prudery as soon as it was on. Damned if I know how she does that. She let me know that there was no need for me to see her back to where she was set up, my absence being preferred. I agreed, but did keep an eye on her until she was safely settled again.
I reached for my shirt and extracted my phone from where it had been peeking out of my pocket. I stopped the video and checked it to see how well it had turned out. Amazing cameras on these new smart phones. I could see every detail of her body when she pulled the crotch of her bathers to the side. Ditto for her breasts when she dropped her top. The view of the bed and the subsequent action was also excellent, although I could possibly have positioned my shirt (and camera) a little better.
The afternoon had gone quite well. I wondered what Rosemary would say if she saw the video. It might be interesting to find out.