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Summer Attention

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She went to the beach at every opportunity through summer, spread her towel, slicked her body with sunscreen and waited. The attraction was the life guard who was invariably on duty. He wasn't just handsome, bronzed and in shape. He seemed intelligent, sensitive, awkwardly shy, excessively polite and was obviously socially inept. She kept going, hoped he'd talk to her and wondered if her assessment was correct. She thought his deficiencies were endearing and his sincerity often left her suffused with an inexplicable warmth quite independent of the heat of summer. Obviously, others felt the same.

The other girls seemed to have more success, he talked to them. Perhaps because they wore skimpy bikinis and she was in a one piece. She thought it shouldn't matter but it seemed to. She wondered if he was gay but was almost sure he wasn't.

More than one of his admirers swam, as far as they dared, and waved their arms around to be rescued. He'd leap out of his big chair and race with pounding feet, splash through the water and swim so powerfully to their rescue. Only he didn't seem to realise it was a game. He'd pull them back to shore and go through the requirements of the surf life saver's manual, as best he could, while they smothered him with kisses and thanks and closely checked the lumps packed in his Speedos. Rue, along with all the other girls, took advantage of the opportunity to be helpful and close to him.

After being rescued one of the girls, who'd lost her bikini bottom, feigned exhaustion and needed support. As he held her to sit, with her legs wide apart, her hand just happened to fall on his package and got a very good feel as he went through the requirements of the surf life saver's manual. After that the "rescued" frequently lost a part of their bikinis but never seemed to realise, until after they were sure he'd had a very good look. The bait, in spite of becoming increasingly overt, was always inexplicably unsuccessful.

One of the girls seemed to be his favourite, a girl who always had plenty to say and was never far from him. She paraded around showing off her huge breasts, that trembled with every movement and slapped her chest when she ran. She also had a forest of pubic hair spilling out of her bikini bottoms. Was that intended or just plain ignorant?

Rue went to the beach almost every day and he never spoke to her, not once. For a while she planned to access his rescue talents but concluded it was stupid. Besides, losing a part of her one piece would be difficult, though losing a part of bikinis had a lot of appeal. At home she even had a little practice, with out clothes on she stretched her legs apart, looked down and wondered how he could reject her. She discovered the application of clear sunscreen promoted the easy separation of labia to make the visual impact more explicit and interesting. She wasn't sure if the white skin surrounded by the copper tones of her summer tan was helpful. Instead, she worked on the spectacle of applying the sunscreen and did her research. The best detail she obtained was that he lived alone. She'd worried the hairy one was living with him. It was a huge relief.

In the middle of summer she discovered Fellowship. It was a surprise to see him there. She noticed he showered before coming to Fellowship, the smell of his apple scented shampoo was distinct and some times his hair seemed a little damp. He didn't recognise her. He was too busy with Karen, she of pubic hair fame at the beach. It was sickening to watch. The manners and considerations seemed endless. A month went by and he didn't acknowledge Rue at all. Karen intruded into everything, her big tits cleared the area around him like a bulldozer blade. She had absolute control. He appeared to be her polite, involuntary supplicant.

She'd had enough.

Next week at Fellowship, Rue declared her car needed work to be done and she wouldn't be able to attend the following week. They were very helpful and she had so many offers of a ride. It was difficult though because she lived so far away. Of course, some one realised, eventually, there was some one who lived near her and they prevailed on him to offer a ride. She accepted graciously, carefully ensuring he had no avenue of escape, determined she was going to knock his socks off, while it was still summer. She had a week to think about it.

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He ran to the front door and opened it a crack. Rue was there, he caught a glimpse of her broad, toothy smile surrounded by bright, red lipstick.

"You're early."

"Not to worry," she said, as her hand extended to push the door open and reveal him, dressed in only a bath towel. She looked at his torso, the fine delineation of muscle was tantalising.

"Come in," he found himself saying, her momentum to come inside having already been established. He turned and led the way as Rue followed him to the lounge room. He felt awkward as water dripped from his hair and rolled down his body. She could smell the apple scented shampoo. He indicated a chair she could sit in as she waited and told her to help herself to coffee in the kitchen.

He turned to go, still holding the bath towel around him and glanced at a clock. Twenty five minutes early, he rushed to get ready. He was beginning to regret offering her a ride. When he turned to go into his bed room he was surprised by her lithe, athletic body brushing against him as she walked past.

She sat on his bed, her pink shirt was bright on his grey quilt. It was a spacious bedroom, the bed was large and tidy. Her skin glowed as the sun light, with its more than generous warmth, streamed through the window on her left. Along one wall was a wardrobe and next to it a chest of drawers with a bowl of seashells on top beside his surf life saver's manual.

"Don't mind me, we can talk as you get ready." She gave him another grin, her bright, red lips seemed huge. He had no idea what to say, his surprise was so complete.

"I wasn't sure what to wear," she told him, determined to retain her advantage. "I thought about my yellow summer top. It suits my black hair, but its cut might be a little too adventurous for Fellowship." She gave him a wistful smile. "They are a little bit stuffy at Fellowship. If I had tits as big as Karen's it would be acceptable. She always shows so much cleavage and has plenty left over to fill out the sides. I'm not so lucky. I'd have to expose all my tits to show as much as her." Her eyes flicked down to look at her chest. Then they stole a look at his swimmer's torso. "It's not fair. She never shows us the most interesting bits."

He laughed.

"Sure, Karen has big tits, but you have lovely tits. There is nothing inferior about you."

She grinned again.

"Thank you. Next week, when I go to the beach, I want to wear a bikini- a sexy bikini. I don't want to look like a five year old."

He was looking in the wardrobe for clothes. After choosing light denim pants and a summery shirt he clutched at his towel as he moved to the drawer for socks and jocks.

"What about Sue's tits?" she asked, "Do you like them?" She didn't like him ignoring her.

"Hers are like Karen's. They don't bounce like yours." He tried to pull the drawer out. It was jammed. One hand wasn't enough.

"You know, I thought about going with out a bra. That's some thing Karen and Sue can't do- but can I? Bras are so uncomfortable in Summer." She was sitting up on the bed with her tits thrust forward to show him.

"Maybe you're lucky," he reassured her, trying to be cool. "I don't think you need a bra like they do." He was standing, awkwardly, being polite and wondering what to do. Again she grinned, her red lips so beautiful.

"You don't seem certain. Perhaps this will help." Her hands went behind her back and then, through the sleeves of her shirt she pulled her bra.

"Wow," he wasn't sure what to say. She smoothed her shirt with her hands to show her tits. He could see the bumps of her nipples as the fabric was pulled taut.

"I think I look much better without a bra." She was moving around to show him every angle, looking at him as she waited for his response. He agreed and added that bras made women look unnatural. She undid a button and pulled her shirt into place.

"At least the bra isn't showing," she said, as she regarded the small amount of cleavage. She undid another three buttons and pulled her shirt into place again.

"I don't think they'd approve at fellowship." He could see the edge of a nipple. She laughed.

"I don't really care what they think. Karen and Sue show off their tits all the time, but I never do because mine aren't as big. When is it going to be my turn?" She undid the final button and held the halves of her shirt in her hands. The room was quiet. The front of his towel was changing shape, it was the only thing moving in the room. Even the glints of the sun in her hair were still as she studied him.

"Do you dare me?" she asked, breaking the stillness, her big, brown eyes twinkled.

"I dare you," he responded. His hand on the towel tightened its grip.

"Don't touch me." Her bright red lips stretched in to an easy smile. Slowly her hands moved and her shirt opened. Her tits came into view, nipples so pink and beautiful on mounds so smooth and round. She sat and waited.

"They're beautiful," he told her.

"Thank you," and with a finger she gave a nipple a tweak. "I don't understand why I have to keep my tits covered." She lay back across the bed and watched as as she continued to play with her nipples. He was still at the sock drawer, trying to get it open.

"You know, just because I have small tits doesn't mean I'm less feminine." She cupped her tits with her hands.

"Karen's tits are enormous. It doesn't mean yours are small," he reassured.

"I'm as female as Karen."

"Yes." He was waiting for her to finish so he could quickly open the sock drawer.

"I think I'm actually more female than Karen. I'm healthier, fitter." She lifted her feet so they were on the edge of the bed. "I don't want any one laughing at me because I'm in a bikini." With her head and shoulders leaning on the wall she looked balanced, comfortable. Her skirt barely covered her. He couldn't help but look.

"I like what I've got." Her hand went to the bottom of her lilac skirt and between thumb and finger she held the hem. He stopped fiddling with the drawer.

"Why should women be embarrassed?" Slowly, she began to drag the hem of her skirt up her body. He watched her pink panties come into view.

"Do I need to prove I'm a woman?" Her skirt was rising above her panties.

"No." He was looking. She could see the bump in the front of his towel getting bigger. She swiped the tip of her tongue over her red, upper lip.

"I don't understand why we can be arrested for indecent exposure."

"True," he agreed. He was wondering where this was going.

"I don't think any part of us is indecent." Her skirt was well above her panties. They were slightly transparent and he could see the shadow of a thin vertical line underneath. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other.

"I should be able to show who ever I like. I'm good enough. I can share. I shouldn't need a bikini. Why should I have tan lines?" She dropped her skirt and slid a finger under the elastic around the leg of her panties.

"I agree." She could see the shape of the bump in the front of his towel was well defined and had grown very much larger. Slowly she moved the crutch of her panties. He didn't move, not even to blink. When she'd gathered her panties to the side and exposed the thin dark line, she moved her other hand from her breast.

"Want to see?" she asked, "But, don't touch."

"Yes." Slowly she opened herself to show her palate of pink.

"Like it?"

"Yes." He was barely able to talk.

"One thing is certain." She showed him her index finger and put it in her mouth. Her eyes twinkled as she looked at him. "Women have depth." She pushed her index finger deep inside. "My finger isn't long enough. I'm deeper than that. If I had longer fingers I could show you how deep I am. My fingers are longer than Karen's. Shall I put another finger in?"

His eyes were glued and his voice little more than a croak.

She added another finger. Her bright red lips, drawn into a circle, were open with a small aperture for the articulation of pleasure.

"Ah."

"Ah," he echoed, unaware of the noise riding on his breath.

She picked up a ball point pen, studied it and held it against her finger.

"Mm." The pen was so much longer. Carefully, she inserted it, and let it go. Slowly the pen extruded from her. She pushed it in deeper. Again it came out. He could see her muscles clench. She smiled at him, watched his reactions, her big brown eyes absorbed everything. She tried again, her finger pushed it in so deep it was out of sight. She heard the sharp intake of his breath.

"See. Even the pen isn't long enough." She clenched her muscles, it slid out and fell to the floor. He didn't move.

"I don't think Karen would do that."

"True," he found his voice. She pursed her lips to mimic Karen's dissatisfaction.

"People are strange, aren't they?"

"Yes." His hand closed around the handle of the drawer.

In her fingers she took her labia and stretched them to look like butterfly wings, smooth, thin and strikingly pink. She brought them together, then apart, and made them "flap". She watched him, satisfied she had his attention, so pleased to be at the centre of it. She let go of her butterfly wings and he watched as they retracted into their wrinkles. She grinned. He came out of his reverie to respond with a smile.

"We paint our faces to look more attractive. Why don't we paint more?"

"I don't know," he responded.

She checked her pocket, found her lipstick and wound out the dog dick.

He pulled at the drawer.

She set her mouth, ran the dog dick around her lips twice and restored the bright red. Then she pushed her breast up with one hand and ran the dog dick around her nipple, carefully colouring the areola.

"Which looks better?" She asked, thrusting both breasts forward for comparison.

"The lipstick," he croaked. She repeated the process with her other breast.

"Mm."

"Mm," he agreed.

"I could paint more," she told him, her dog dick poised ready.

"Yes." It was difficult to talk. She moved so her head and shoulders were higher up the wall. Dexterously, she drew her lip stick dog dick over her inner lips- three times to be sure. He watched without so much as a blink.

"Looking good?"

"Yes."

She dropped the lip stick to the floor.

"Mm. Why is it so bad to touch one's self?"

"It's not." he murmured.

She drew her bright red lips into a circle and blew him a kiss. Her fingers were knowing and delved into interesting places. They soothed as they moved and gently worked her to a squelch.

He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, his gaze uninterrupted.

"I love to open it so when I take my fingers away it stays open. Then I can look deep inside with a mirror and a torch. It's beautiful when it's relaxed and sloppy. Do you like it?"

He nodded. He couldn't find words. The bump in the front of his towel was pulsing. She wiped her upper, red lip with the tip of her tongue.

"Some times I've wondered. When it's wide open, if I were to put my ear on it... would I hear waves? You know, like a sea shell. Problem is, I can't seem to get my ear on it." She could see he was trying to think of some thing to say and stifled a giggle.

"I wish Karen would show us hers, instead of showing us half her tits- and not the best half either. Don't you think she'd be happier if she showed us her play ground and it was used? I'd love to shave her. I'd open her up. I'd make her come. That would be fun."

"Mm."

"Why doesn't she get tired of teasing?"

"I don't know."

Her finger was travelling the circle, gently widening it with every pass.

"Soon you'll be able to look inside." The lipstick on her inner lips was smudged. Her fingers were a little red. She shifted her hips to be more comfortable.

With both hands he gave the drawer a wrench. Suddenly free, it came out of the cupboard and hit his knees with some force. He gave a yelp and jumped with pain as the drawer fell on his foot. The towel around his waist quickly unfurled and dropped.

"Wow!" he heard her say. He saw where she was looking. His penis was huge and from the side she could see it, so stiff and strong, it was twitching. He felt the creep of embarrassment and looked for the towel.

"Don't worry," she said. "It makes us even. It's beautiful." One of her hands was holding a breast. The other clutched between her legs. There was a moment where neither of them moved. Then, he stooped, grabbed the towel and wrapped it around himself as she scrambled to sit and say,

"No! No! No!" Over and over, "don't cover him up, please don't, he's beautiful." He looked back at her, uncertain what he should do.

"Come here," she implored. "Come on, come here."

He looked at the bright red between her legs and her bright red lips. Moments passed slowly before he shuffled towards her. She reached to his cheek and touched it.

"I love the feel of a man in need of a shave." She put her wet finger to his lips and pushed it deep into his mouth. He sucked and tasted her. With her hand behind his head she pulled him to her and kissed his lips. Then her hands went to the towel, she pulled it free and let it drop. His penis throbbed in front of her. She took it in her hands and held it, felt its hardness and heat. Her finger went around the head and tested its resilience. She touched the prominent veins and traced them around the shaft. She stroked him, her hand slow and deliberate. His hands went to her breasts and held them.

"You're beautiful. I want you inside me. Fuck me," she whispered and covered the head of his penis with her mouth. She sucked, gave him a red lip stick ring and fondled his testicles. Slowly, she eased her mouth down and felt his penis in her throat as she tried to take all of him in.

He pushed her back on the bed, his hands went between her legs and his fingers followed the wetness in. He tore her panties from her. On hands and knees she scooted round on the bed and stopped to run her fingers through his pubic hair. The bed squeaked and rocked as she grabbed him, projected it up, took it into her mouth again and started to bob her head up and down. She positioned her bum in front of his face to torment him. He put his mouth over her sex and sucked. With his head he pushed and, over balanced, she let go of him.

On all fours, she scooted round behind him and with her head in his lap she sucked him, bobbed her head and held his balls. He turned, rolled her over and with his head between her legs pushed his tongue deep inside. She reached for him and pumped.

He tried to arrange her spread eagled on the bed. Her hair fell like a halo around her head and her sex, wide open and bright pink, glistened with anticipation. He lowered his head to lick and ran his tongue along her hot, sopping flesh as she squirmed and moaned. He moved to cover her. She rolled to her knees and with her bum in the air he plunged his penis in. He held her tits as he rode. With every thrust she squelched and pushed back against him. They were breathless and noisy. He moved his hands from her breasts to between her legs and teased her.

"More," she demanded and he plunged on, her body shunted with every thrust and her tits flew in chaos to shudder at their full extension. She brought her knees together to trap him inside. They overbalanced and tumbled to the bed. He took a breast in his hands and gently squeezed it to take an elevated nipple into his mouth.

The bed shook and screeched as she pulled her tit from his mouth, dropped to swallow him and bobbed her head to make him come. He lifted her, kissed her bright, red lips and felt the flow of her juice as she straddled his leg.

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