Getting A Tan

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Ashson
Ashson
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(There are two versions of this story. They are the story I intended to write and the story where the characters went their own way. You'll find that the story changes about half way through in the second version.)

It was a fine spring day and I had nothing planned so I went to the beach to get a bit of a tan. I like to get a start on a tan during the spring, before summer comes and tries to blister your skin off. I rolled up at the beach and found that there weren't many people around, which I considered a good thing. I spread out my towel in a comfortable place, smeared on some sun screen to ensure I'd only tan, not burn, and lay down to enjoy the sun.

I had picked a reasonably secluded spot to do my tanning. I wasn't going to be shedding my bikini, mind you, but I would be rolling the straps down, and part of the time I'd undo the bra while lying on my front, getting a nice even tan on my back. Just minimising tan lines rather than getting rid of them altogether.

The main reason for the secluded spot was so I wouldn't be bothered by those macho types who felt they had an obligation to make a pass at every pretty girl, and got offended if she didn't respond. Fortunately they tended to patrol up and down the main beach, flexing their muscles and telling themselves how good they were.

So there I was, lying on my tummy on my towel with the bikini bra undone to maximise the tan on my back. Then I hear this voice.

"Very nice. I don't suppose you'd consider turning over so I can have a better view?"

The only turning I did was of my head to see who was there. He was a stranger to me, a young man in his early twenties, maybe a year or two older than me but not much more.

"You don't suppose correctly," I informed him. "You'll just have to eat your heart out and wonder at what you've missed."

"I've a pretty good idea," he told me. "I saw you strolling along the beach earlier and I thought you were spectacular. Perhaps if you just raised up a little? No? Pity."

He was amusing so I didn't actively discourage him. Then again, I also didn't encourage him to linger. He chattered away for a few minutes, teasing me slightly. His name, he said, was Paul.

"Christine," I admitted, feeling it was only polite to tell him.

Another few moments of casual flirting and then he went on his way, leaving me smiling. He was quite attractive in a non-threatening way. One never knew, I might meet him elsewhere and I already knew his name.

Back to my tanning. A little later I'd rolled onto my back (doing up my top first) and was half asleep when Paul wandered past again.

"You do realise that if you took your top off you wouldn't need to worry about unsightly tan lines," he advised me.

"This is true," I conceded, "but I'd probably find I'd have unsightly finger marks to worry about. I'll stick with the top."

"Such an unadventurous type of girl," he said, shaking his head sadly. "Where is this free and easy life style I've heard all about?"

"Um, in California, I believe," I told him. "I won't stop you if you want to go there."

"Ah, no. Not today. I'm otherwise engaged all day."

He held up his smart phone and showed it to me.

"See, in the appointments section. From nine until five I'm scheduled to tease and flirt with Christine."

"I see. Several other Christine's are on the beach today I take it. Maybe you'd better go and chat to one of them."

He smiled but didn't leave, continuing to stir me up a little. He was reasonably good company, not full of himself like some people. Still, I did chase him away after a while.

He didn't stay away. He stopped by several more times during the day. He wasn't pushy or superior, just friendly, like a big puppy. The sort of guy you could safely park in the friend zone and pull him out when you wanted him for something. I have to admit that if he'd suggested a date at some stage I might even have accepted.

About the middle of the afternoon it started to cool down. A fresh breeze was coming in off the water and I could see that the nice blue sky would be clouding up soon. Still, I was comfortable and the sun was shining so I relaxed, putting off the evil moment when I had to get up and go.

I was still there, on my tummy, top undone (again) when Paul turned up again.

"Oh, good," he said. "I was hoping you were still here. I was fairly sure you were as I'm positive I'd have seen you leaving. You'd be very hard to miss."

I didn't actually get a chance to reply to that. He settled onto the sand beside me, hooked his fingers under the waist of my bikini bottom and just pulled it straight down and off. I mean, one moment it was on and the next he's pulling it free of my feet.

I started to rear up to yell at him and hastily lay down again. My top was undone and rearing up would have put my breasts on display. Bad enough that my bottom was showing, but as for rolling over, forget it.

"What the hell?" I yelled. "Get away from me or I'll scream."

"Why?" he asked.

Why? Why did he think?

"You're molesting me. Get away."

"Well, yes, I might be molesting you but screaming won't help. We seem to be the last two people on the beach. It's quite chilly out on the beach itself. You're protected from the worst of the wind."

While he was explaining this he was also rubbing his hand up my leg, on the inside. I hastily pulled my legs together, only to promptly receive a slap on the bottom.

"Stop being silly," he chided me. "Relax your legs again."

"Now," he added with another spank when I didn't do it fast enough.

Reluctantly I did as ordered and his hand closed over my mound, starting to stroke it.

"Just what do you think you're playing at?" I demanded.

"I would have thought it was obvious," he said, sounding surprised. "I'm rubbing your pussy to start your arousal so you'll be ready to take me. I can feel the heat in you already so it won't take long."

"The hell, you say," I gasped. "No way am I letting you take me."

I tried to hoist myself to my feet and for a moment I thought I was succeeding. I managed to get my knees under me and start to lift and that was as far as I got. Paul's hand settled firmly on my back, holding me there.

"Good girl," he said. "That's just the position we require."

I nearly did scream at that point. I was now head down, bottom up and he had free access.

"Damn you. Just leave me alone," I snarled at him, the snarl turning into a squeak when a finger probed lightly inside my passage.

"You take that out," I yelped at him, horrified.

"As you command," he said, finger withdrawing.

Not as I command, I assure you. The finger was replaced by something a damn sight larger. His cock was free and ready and apparently he'd decided I was ready. He spread my lips a little and started pushing.

I'm like, aah, screaming quietly, and I could feel him moving deep into me. He just kept coming, smoothly driving his hard length into my softness, and I could feel myself stretching and clinging to him as he passed.

Another thing that I found intensely irritating was that when I'd tried to get up my bikini top had just naturally stayed on the ground. My breasts were dangling below me, swinging freely, or they would have been if Paul hadn't reached around and clutched hold of them.

Paul bounced them a couple of times, wriggled his groin firmly against my tush, and apparently decided all systems were go. He pulled back and then thrust back into me with a nice firm move. Nothing bashful about this lad; he knew just what he wanted to do and was proceeding to do it.

I will admit that he gave me time to adjust, taking it relatively easy at the start until I was actually moving with him. I don't know why I was moving with him, but I was. Probably because it was easier than just kneeling there and being taken.

Slowly but surely Paul increased the tempo until he was banging away at me at a fair old rate. What with him driving in, and me pushing to meet him, he was practically lifting me off the ground. My bottom was bouncing up and down, and Paul was thoroughly enjoying himself.

I have to admit that he'd got me going. His cock was long and hot and hard and being used with a fair degree of skill. He'd got me slightly aroused before he even stuck me and he'd been building on that arousal and excitement ever since.

I was in an invidious position. Paul was drilling into me and I was enjoying it. Relishing it even. I was helpless to stop him and that helplessness was adding to my excitement. He'd decided that he wanted me and was taking me and I had no say in the matter, with Paul commanding the field.

I did wonder what the hell I'd do if he asked me if I wanted him to stop. I'd have had no choice. I'd have had to say stop, but I would truly have hated him for it. Far better to have no choice and be decently ravished.

I was gasping and Paul was driving in again and again, and I could swear he was hitting me harder than ever. I was giving out squeaky little cries, squeaky because I was trying to keep my mouth shut so I wouldn't urge him on. Not that he needed any urging. He was giving his all, cock rampart inside me and hands mauling my breasts. (Damn-it-all – My breasts were going to have those finger-marks I mentioned.)

Paul finally hit his straps, doing his best to drive me wild. His best was good enough and wild was what I became, climaxing vigorously under him, knowing he was climaxing as well.

Afterwards Paul just stood up and tidied his clothes.

"Clouds are coming up fast," he said. "It looks as though it might rain. I'd pack and head to my car if I was you."

With that he was gone, leaving me lying there naked. And I'd thought he was such a nice guy, a friendly puppy. I should have remembered that some dogs like to hump your leg.

- - - V E R S I O N 2 - - -

It was a fine spring day and I had nothing planned so I went to the beach to get a bit of a tan. I like to get a start on a tan during the spring, before summer comes and tries to blister your skin off. I rolled up at the beach and found that there weren't many people around, which I considered a good thing. I spread out my towel in a comfortable place, smeared on some sun screen to ensure I'd only tan, not burn, and lay down to enjoy the sun.

I had picked a reasonably secluded spot to do my tanning. I wasn't going to be shedding my bikini, mind you, but I would be rolling the straps down, and part of the time I'd undo the bra while lying on my front, getting a nice even tan on my back. Just minimising tan lines rather than getting rid of them altogether.

The main reason for the secluded spot was so I wouldn't be bothered by those macho types who felt they had an obligation to make a pass at every pretty girl, and got offended if she didn't respond. Fortunately they tended to patrol up and down the main beach, flexing their muscles and telling themselves how good they were.

So there I was, lying on my tummy on my towel with the bikini bra undone to maximise the tan on my back. Then I hear this voice.

"Very nice. I don't suppose you'd consider turning over so I can have a better view?"

The only turning I did was of my head to see who was there. He was a stranger to me, a young man in his early twenties, maybe a year or two older than me but not much more.

"You don't suppose correctly," I informed him. "You'll just have to eat your heart out and wonder at what you've missed."

"I've a pretty good idea," he told me. "I saw you strolling along the beach earlier and I thought you were spectacular. Perhaps if you just raised up a little? No? Pity."

He was amusing so I didn't actively discourage him. Then again, I also didn't encourage him to linger. He chattered away for a few minutes, teasing me slightly. His name, he said, was Paul.

"Christine," I admitted, feeling it was only polite to tell him.

Another few moments of casual flirting and then he went on his way, leaving me smiling. He was quite attractive in a non-threatening way. One never knew, I might meet him elsewhere and I already knew his name.

Back to my tanning. A little later I'd rolled onto my back (doing up my top first) and was half asleep when Paul wandered past again.

"You do realise that if you took your top off you wouldn't need to worry about unsightly tan lines," he advised me.

"This is true," I conceded, "but I'd probably find I'd have unsightly finger marks to worry about. I'll stick with the top."

"Such an unadventurous type of girl," he said, shaking his head sadly. "Where is this free and easy life style I've heard all about?"

"Um, in California, I believe," I told him. "I won't stop you if you want to go there."

"Ah, no. Not today. I'm otherwise engaged all day."

He held up his smart phone and showed it to me.

"See, in the appointments section. From nine until five I'm scheduled to tease and flirt with Christine."

"I see. Several other Christine's are on the beach today I take it. Maybe you'd better go and chat to one of them."

He smiled but didn't leave, continuing to stir me up a little. He was reasonably good company, not full of himself like some people. Still, I did chase him away after a while.

He didn't stay away. He stopped by several more times during the day. He wasn't pushy or superior, just friendly, like a big puppy. The sort of guy you could safely park in the friend zone and pull him out when you wanted him for something. I have to admit that if he'd suggested a date at some stage I might even have accepted.

About the middle of the afternoon it started to cool down. A fresh breeze was coming in off the water and I could see that the nice blue sky would be clouding up soon. Still, I was comfortable and the sun was shining so I relaxed, putting off the evil moment when I had to get up and go.

I was still there, lying on my back, when Paul turned up again.

"Oh, good," he said. "I was hoping you were still here. I was fairly sure you were as I'm positive I'd have seen you leaving. You'd be very hard to miss."

He settled down onto the grass next to me. That surprised me slightly. Other visits he'd just stood there, not encroaching on my space. I had an even bigger surprise coming. He calmly reached over, took hold off my bikini pants and started drawing them down. Started? I was so astonished at his gall that they were down around my ankles and coming off before I could react.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" I demanded, hands flashing down to cover myself. "Give them back."

Instead of giving me the bikini he just tossed it to the side.

"Don't worry about them," he said dismissively. "They'll be here when you need them. Move your hands."

Not that I was getting much choice in the matter. He just took hold of my wrists and moved my hands to either side of me.

"What are you doing?" I demanded again.

My question was completely ignored, again, probably because he was too busy moving my legs apart.

"You can't do that," I insisted.

As soon as my legs were parted enough to satisfy him he'd slipped a hand between them and was casually rubbing my pussy. I'm just looking at him stunned. People just don't do that sort of thing. I told him so.

"Are you mad? You can't just walk up to me and start touching me like that. Besides, someone might come and then you'll be in trouble."

"No-one is coming. I'd say we're the last two people on the beach. The breeze on the beach chased the rest away. You don't feel the worst of it up here."

I may not have been getting the worst of the breeze but I was certainly getting the full feeling from him. He was rubbing back and forth along my mound, fingers pressing against my slit, making my lips part slightly. I squirmed about under his touch, feeling my pudenda swelling with need.

"That's enough," I said. Gasped it out really. This just wasn't happening.

"I think you're right," he said, taking his hand away and standing.

I gave a little sigh of relief, assuming that he'd had his fun and was moving on. Not so. He was standing because it was easier to drop his trousers that way. I found myself staring at a rather large erection, his cock all primed and ready for action.

Just like that he was settling down between my thighs, pushing my legs further apart. Leaning forward slightly he started stroking my lips with the head of his cock, just dragging it back and forth, and every so often giving a little sidewards wriggle, causing my lips to open and close.

"Spread your lips," he said softly, with a casual assumption that I'd do as I was told. I did. I just reached down and eased my lips apart, watching that cock position itself above me. Then I was watching it come down and press against me. I snatched my hand away, seeing and feeling my lips close over him.

"Look at me," he said.

"I am looking," I muttered, eyes almost glued to his erection.

"No. I mean look at ME," he repeated and I hesitantly lifted my eyes to look at his face.

He was smiling gently, looking back at me, and he kept watching the play of expressions on my face as I felt his cock easing slowly into me. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was smiling at me, showing me he was pleased with me, while all the while his cock was invading me, moving deeper into me.

I gave a little gasp when he suddenly pushed it that last little bit and I could feel his groin rubbing against mine. He just stayed like that, his hands at my breasts, pushing my bikini up and off them. He started caressing my breasts, still watching my face, still smiling. I jumped slightly when he tweaked my nipples and his smile grew wider.

Then he was moving on me. Slowly at first, softly encouraging me to move with him. I was doing so, pushing up to meet him, while I just continued looking at him. He seemed to have some sort of fascination charm going. I couldn't look away from him, while all the time he was moving on me, driving in nice and hard while I pushed up, taking him, accepting him.

I was lost in the wonder of it. He was stirring up heated excitement within me and I was wanting more. Slowly the fascination of his face was fading, being replaced my passion and excitement. My body was responding to his domination. I closed my eyes, losing sight of him, just feeling what was going on inside of me.

Everything was building up inside me. My nerves were stretched tight. It was all too much for me. I was calling out something, I don't know what, wanting and needing relief from these feelings coursing through my body. I shrieked when that relief came, a climax hitting me hard, lifting me up and dropping me from a great height, leaving me lying there, shuddering and dazed.

I opened my eyes and looked at Paul again, breathing hard. I was relieved to see that he was also breathing quite hard, not untouched by what had happened. He rolled off me, lying next to me.

"Clouds are gathering fast," he said. "A storm is approaching. I'd like to stay here with you but I think we'd both better be going before the weather breaks."

I scrambled to my feet, looking for my bikini pants. Paul was kneeling next to me, holding them for me to step in to. Then he was pulling them up. Fair enough, I guess. He did take them down. I gathered my things and headed for my car, turning my head to see Paul crossing towards a different parking lot. I wondered if I'd see him again.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 4 years ago
Perfect short story

I liked that there were two versions of the story. Enjoyed the setting and simplicity of it.

Your commenters must be taking it in the rear, to be expected from spoiled internet folk.

Keep up the good stories :)

AnonymousAnonymousover 8 years ago
How about you stop posting so much junk? (ANON - VERSION 2)

(Maybe if you took a little longer on a story, say a year or two, you might write something entertaining and not the clap trap you so frequently post.)

Normally I won't slag an author off on here as it's a tough crowd to please as I know only too well from first hand experience. But really, just what pleasure do you get from writing this garbage?

I'm beginning to wonder if you actually have a life?

You are certainly prolific and that's probably the reason why your stories are so boring. I promised myself months ago not to bother reading your crap but sadly made the mistake of not checking the author's name before opening your latest 2 submissions.

Not a mistake I'll be making again!

Please have a strong word with yourself before committing words to paper - for all our sakes!

AnonymousAnonymousover 8 years ago
How about you stop posting so much junk?

Maybe if you took a little longer on a story, say a year or two, you might write something entertaining and not the clap trap you so frequently post.

AnonymousAnonymousover 8 years ago
I Vote for Version One

I like version one better, where she gets her ass slapped. I kind of figure, Mr. Ashon that you've stopped writing stories about women who are married or have boyfriends, because of the trolls here, but it would be nice to know if the women are in committed relationships, and also what age this woman is.

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