Curves on the Topless Beach
Cassandra Zara
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Copyright 2012 Cassandra Zara
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Curves on the Topless Beach
This story is a short sequel to “Curves on the French Riviera.” It features a pair of lifelong friends who take a seven day vacation to France for a graduation present. Laura, the beautiful and confident friend, gets all the guys. Megan, the radiantly energetic but self-conscious friend, is often ignored by men due to her weight. However, the dashing billionaire Gabriel Aubert takes an interest in Megan. He desires her, pursues her, makes it known just how badly he wants her. In the end, she surrenders herself to his desires, and is rewarded with a fantastic night of love making on a boat. Now, their vacation draws near to a close…
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“I cannot believe how lucky we are Megs. I mean, look at this beach!” Laura said as they drove down the dirt road that ran parallel to Gabriel’s private beach.
Megan couldn’t believe how lucky she was either, for many reasons. After the night of passionate sex with Gabriel, she had, at any moment, expected the rug to be pulled out from under her. It had been almost a week, and things had only gotten better. When they pulled up the dirt road to the billionaire’s beach house, she had half expected the code that he had texted her not to work. Of course, it worked, and the two drove up.
“A parking lot? This guy must throw some nice parties,” Laura said. Megan looked at his beach house. Large but not too extravagant, with a huge covered patio to the side of it. The perfect party house, she thought. The two women grabbed their towels and made their way to the beach.
They laid their towels down on two chairs waiting under two parasols, and they took off their clothes to reveal their bathing suits. Laura immediately took her top off, revealing her small, perky breasts. To Laura’s surprise, Megan did the same.
“Well, I guess he has made you more confident,” Laura said. Megan smiled. It wasn’t as though she was more confident, it was that the only person that would see them down here would be Gabriel, and she was absolutely comfortable around him. She had been more intimate with him in the past few days than she had ever been with a man, and he seemed to be opening up to her as well.
That’s not to say that they had spent all of the last few days together. Even though he was technically on his vacation, Gabriel was a busy man, as she knew many successful men were. However, he seemed to want to spend every moment he could with her. He had his personal helicopter fly him around several times between business centers and the French resort town just so he could see her. Right at that moment he was at a board meeting, but he was going to meet the two of them and they would be going to dinner at Megan’s aunt’s house.
“You’re going to want some of this for sure,” Laura said as she tossed Megan the sunscreen. Megan thanked her as she squirted some in her hand and began to coat the easily burned areas of her body. She paid special attention to her own breasts. They had not got much sun in the first part of this vacation and the tan lines were very obvious. She made sure to get every inch of her large boobs, thankful that at least her curves had meant that she was blessed in this department.
The two laid down and began to tan. Megan started on her stomach, letting the sun bake her back. The alarm on her cell phone went off, and the two women flipped over, Megan onto her back and Laura on her stomach. A few minutes later, Megan saw Laura perk up a little bit. “Hey there!” she said, raising herself up on her elbows.
Megan chuckled to herself. Where most girls would cover themselves a little, Laura was confident enough to expose herself. Megan continued to lie there, not even turning around to look back at Gabriel, hopefully giving him a little show before they went out. She had no problem with his eyes on her, and Laura’s eyes were obviously elsewhere. In fact, she was staring at something. Was that jealousy shining through? No, she must just be being friendly. Unless…
“Who’s your friend?” Laura asked.
Megan jumped up, instantly reaching for her tankini top and covered her chest. Gabriel chuckled. As she looked over, she saw two men dressed in white khakis and white t-shirts, both muscular and tall. The one with brunette hair she knew, and the one with blonde hair she did not. The one that she knew looked at her lovingly, with eyes only for her. The other’s eyes were fixated directly on Laura.
“Relax, ma cherie. This is Jean-Pierre, my first mate. He has agreed to take Mademoiselle Laura to the Champs-Élysées to buy a dress and shoes. You will of course be taking my helicopter so that you can make it back in time for dinner,” he explained.
Laura practically jumped out of her beach chair. She walked up to the buff man and held out her hand, looking for a handshake. “Nice to meet you, Jean-Pierre,” she said.
Jean-Pierre grabbed her hand gently and slowly brought it to his lips. When he kissed it, Laura turned red, and it wasn’t from the sun’s kiss on her skin.
“Jean-Pierre also doesn’t speak a word of English, but I know that shouldn’t be a problem for you,” Gabriel continued.
Laura smiled. “No problem at all.” She turned around and quickly threw her clothes on. Megan lowered her tankini top, deciding that Jean-Pierre was no one to be self-conscious around.
Laura gave Megan a kiss on the cheek before leaving. “See you tonight!” she said, then happily took Jean-Pierre’s arm as he lead her to the helipad, conveniently just as Gabriel’s helicopter flew by overhead, coming in for a landing.
Megan turned her attention to Gabriel, who was looking her up and down. She posed for him, which seemed silly but he drank it up. She got one last look at Laura before she boarded the helicopter.
“Will she be back by dinnertime? It may be awkward with just the two of us and my aunt,” she said.
“I have given Jean-Pierre specific instructions to be back by dinnertime. After dinner, however,” Gabriel smiled, “I have a feeling he will give Laura a night she will never forget.”
Megan smiled. Laura hadn’t slept with anyone since she got here. How could she, with her favorite wingman off doing her own thing every night? With Megan busy with Gabriel, Laura had spent most of her evenings with Auntie instead of out and about. She had been expecting some wild and crazy nights, and she deserved at least one before they went back home.
“For now, however, I think we should enjoy the afternoon. Care to join me for a swim?” he asked.
She beamed at him, her radiant smile giving him goosebumps. “I would love to,” she said, and started to put back on her top.
“What are you doing?” he asked. Megan looked at him like it was a dumb question, and he continued. “This is a private beach. There is no one around for miles!”
She was unsure, but he began to disrobe. He stripped off his t-shirt and kicked off his sandals. The khakis came off in an instant. Megan wondered if he would go swimming in his briefs, but he answered that question quickly by pulling those off too. He stretched, completely naked in front of her, and suddenly she didn’t feel very self conscious at all.
“Ok, I’ll go topless, but I’m keeping my bottoms on,” she said with a grin.
He ran ahead of her kicking at the water like a child. She took her time, not because she was self conscious, but because she wanted to appear as sexy as possible. By the time she got to the water’s edge, he was up to his neck in the water.
“I
hear the French sharks are quite vicious this time of year. Come in and protect me from them!” he called to her. She walked into the water, pushing it lightly with her hands, trying to appear as calm and sexy as she could. It worked; she looked like a goddess in the clear water.
“You must hurry, mademoiselle. The sharks, they are so fierce!”
She giggled and dove into the water like a dolphin. When she surfaced near where she thought he would be, he was nowhere to be found. She did a few circles, looking for him, and suddenly he surfaced next to her.
“Zut alors! The sharks have turned me into one of them! Now I must hunt the graceful dolphin!” He dove back below the surface. The water was just deep enough and sandy enough that she couldn’t see where he went. She felt a set of fingernails on her lower back, but by the time she turned around he was gone again. Suddenly, he sprang from the water on the other side of her, wrapping his arms around her.
“The predator has captured his prey. The feast will begin!” he exclaimed as he bit her on the shoulder gently. She cried out, and soon his bite turned into a kiss. She could feel his body move closer to hers, his cock standing erect behind her and pressing against her swimsuit bottoms. He turned her around, and the two of them shared a passionate kiss. A wave washed over them, covering them and making a salty kiss even saltier, but they didn’t stop. He picked her up by her ass and she wrapped her legs around him. His cock was pressing against her hard now, struggling against her swimsuit bottom.
“Now I really wish you had not worn these,” he said.
She giggled. “By now I would be full of salt water!”
He smiled, then leaned in for another kiss. After the kiss, he leaned her back and cradled her in his arms. “Now, the shark will bring his prey home for the feast.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he moved towards shore. As the water became waist level again, she thought that he would put her down and have her walk the rest of the way, but his huge pectorals bore her weight with ease. His eyes were fixated on her, occasionally looking up to make sure he was still headed towards the parasols.
When he finally set her down, they were back at the beach chairs. He grabbed her towel. “Before I get these, you have to take off the rest of your swimsuit.” His green eyes were dark pools of desire, and she knew exactly what he wanted. She turned around, bent over slowly, and pulled her bikini bottom down. She figured that her ass, wet and bare, probably looked pretty welcoming at this point. When she got it to her feet, she stepped out of it. When she turned around, her towel was hanging on his cock, which was clearly hard as a rock.
She giggled. “Give me that!” she said as she grabbed at it. He pulled it away.
“Stay where you are,” he commanded. He walked over to her with the towel, grabbed it in his hands, and gently patted her face clean, then her breasts, then her belly. He moved to her upper back, working his way down, until he was rubbing her buttocks. He got on his knees, wrapping each of her legs and drying them off, all while her ass was in his face. As he worked his way back up, one hand stayed on the towel while the other hand moved up the inside of her leg.
“Hey!” she exclaimed as his hand entered her womanly area. He didn’t say a word, and he certainly didn’t stop. Within a few more moments, he threw the towel back on her beach chair and began to rub his fingers in a circle around her slit. The circle became smaller and smaller, until soon he had his fingers inside, gently touching her clit.
She smiled at him, and he came in for a kiss. She wrapped her hand around his cock and started to jerk him off. After a few moments, he pulled the hair off her ear and whispered.
“I’m going to lie down, and you’re going to get on top of me.”
Not a request, but a command, and she was already powerless to resist his commands. He pulled away, and lay down on her beach towel. She moved like she was going to sit on his cock, but he stopped her. “Not there, my love. Get on my face.”
She hesitated. She had never done a 69 before, but she figured that at least here she could have her feet on the ground. She stood in front of him, so that he barely had to lean up to taste her, and took his dick in her mouth. Almost immediately, she felt his lips on her lower lips, kissing and licking. It felt incredible, and she spit on his cock and paid extra special care to make sure this was as enjoyable as it could be for him. He got her opening as wet as it could be, and she could feel her own juices lubricating herself as well. His tongue moved to concentrate on her clit, and something he did hit her in just the right way. Soon she had her knees locked, and she was moaning as she sucked hard on his dick. Soon, it became too intense, and she buried her face in his leg as he continued to punish her clit with his tongue. Her tits rubbed against his dick, and the sensation of his wet dick growing even harder was enough to push her. She looked up, out at the ocean, and the sun reflecting off the water in a thousand different patterns mirrored how her brain felt, as a thousand waves of pleasure exploded from behind her eyes. Her legs spasmed with the intensity of her orgasm.
When finally the orgasm subsided, she collapsed back into his legs. He jiggled her ass with his hands, and then commanded her again. “Get up.” At first she thought he might be annoyed that she hadn’t sucked him for long, but as she stood up and looked behind her, she knew what she saw. Desire. Lust. Animal need. He stood up and grabbed her hand, bringing her to the parasols. As she grabbed on with both hands, he crouched down a little and his cock finally found the hole it had been waiting for. She raised up on her tiptoes as he dove in.
It felt so good as he entered her, his wet cock sliding in between her wet ass cheeks. She screamed with the pleasure, but he didn’t slow down at all. He pounded within her, spreading her open. She put her head down as she straightened her arms out. He grabbed a handful of her wet hair and pulled, bringing her face up to his. His long cock easily stayed within her as the two rocked in tandem while they kissed. He reached his other hand up, cupping her large breast, grabbing at the soft flesh. He released her hair and breast at the same time, putting both hands on her hips and returning to plowing her deeply. She moaned with pleasure as she felt herself being filled completely. He removed one hand from her hip, and it came back and spanked her ass with a hard SLAP. She gasped and pushed herself harder against him. He softly rubbed the area he had smacked, the pain and pleasure mixing in a fantastic recipe.
He pulled out of her and spanked her ass again, and then lay on the beach chair again. This time, when she lowered herself onto his cock, he didn’t try and stop her. She bounced on her with all the effort she could muster, letting her tits bounce to and fro to give him a show. She squeezed them together for him, and he responded by grabbing her ass and pulling her in. She squeaked as he began to pound into her from below. He grabbed her hands and put them behind her back, holding them there with one of his massive hands while gripping her ass with the other. The feeling of his entire body touching hers was making her even hotter. She thought he might come like this, so he began moaning and whispering right in his ear. “Fuck me. Use my body, Gabriel. Put me where you want me,” she said sexily to him
That last statement apparently got to him, as he let go of her and spanked her ass, letting her know to get off of him. He stood up. “Get on the beach chair,” he growled at her. She did so, and spread her legs as she lay down. He was on top of her immediately. He spread her legs open and plunged into her, and her arms were instantly around him. His eyes alternated between looking into her eyes and looking down at his own manhood entering her folds. His pace quickened, and she dug her nails into his back as she cried out with pleasure. He closed his eyes and began muttering in French, too quickly and softly for her to follow what he said. His rhythm changed, and he changed to long strokes. She knew what was coming, and embraced him tightly. Suddenly his eyes opened, and he looked at her with eyes full of release, as his seed escaped his body and found its way to her. A groan left his body as he pumped within her again and again. She squeezed down on him, milking him of all the cum she c
ould. After he was done pumping, he lay there on top of her, letting his weight fall on her. She wrapped her arms around him, keeping him close to her as his breathing finally slowed and his heart rate returned to normal.
All of a sudden, he got up. “Satiated by his feast, the French shark must return to the water he came from and cleanse himself.” He extended his hands to help her up, and she accepted. She already felt herself leaking, so she didn’t need any more encouragement. However, he said, “How do you say it in English? Last one to the water is a spoiled egg!” As he ran away, she decided she didn’t need to worry about looking too sexy, and ran after him. He beat her by a mile, and the two had fun splashing each other in the water for a little while longer before drying off finally and going back to his house. As they left the sandy beach, she smiled a bittersweet smile, for she knew this was the last time she would be on the beach for this trip. Would she ever be back? No one could tell the future, but she felt like she would be seeing this beach again…
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“Where are you going? Do you also not feel well?” his concerned face filled her vision. She hoped he couldn’t see the tears forming as she desperately looked at her feet to get away from his eyes.
“I know that you don’t want to go out with just me. I don’t want to waste your evening, so I’ll just go.” She was proud that her voice didn’t crack.
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