[Wintermelontea]

S: “I am dead beat! All the sun, sand and ‘hunks’…” looking at me when the ‘hunks” word is being mouthed.
Em: “hahaha…babe, you’re so meanie.”

In my neon blue berms, perspiration all over my body, head, face etc etc…I looked shagged out. I collapsed next to Emily who has lay down on her beach towel…Sandy in the meanwhile sat on the other side of Emily. All 3 of us just sat and baked. I handed a beer to each of them.


It must have been 2 hours since we last sipped dry our beers. We each have 2 bottles of Heineken and the ladies seemed to be in need of relief…we decided to pack up and head to cooler places. First stop - toilet.


Emily was always in the mood for sex. Ever since that time in the car out in the public, we have been doing it publicly. I termed it car fucks and her favourite position is cow-girl and 69. Reaching the toilet, Emily gave me a signal that she wanted me to do her there. The ladies toilet seemed deserted enough. I whispered to her to check it out and let me know the outcome while I head to fight fire in my own department.

toot-toot, toot-toot. My phone sounded. I retrieved the message from Emily and it said:

“Coast clear!” This is our code word for action to begin. I met Emily at the entrance to the ladies and she immediately grabbed my hand and pulled me in. As Sandy is still in her midst of doing her business, Emily pushed me to an empty cubicle and started her attacks.

Not wanting to be outdone by her, I cupped her roxy clad bikini breasts and pulled the bikini down in one move, exposing her untanned portion which I immediately sucked it into my mouth. Emily let out a hiss…grabbed my hair and pulled my head deeper into her bosom. I can smell her suntan lotion, her hot body against my head and chest…she is enjoying the moment.