The sand lingers on your toes as you take break from walking along the sand, and letting the ocean tickle your feet. You’re sitting in your chair with your bright blue two piece swimsuit. You cross your legs and put on your sunglasses, a perfect way to tan and enjoy the sun. The margarita girls, Sheila and Rachael come up to your chair. Sheila, the blonde, gives you the regular lemon margaritas. Rachael, the redhead, gives you the strawberry margaritas. It’s a chill afternoon, the sun is out and the margaritas keep coming. Sheila and Rachael wink at each other as your fourth empty glass lies on the sand.
Sheila rubs her hand over your knee; she kisses the tip, and caresses your thigh. Rachael kisses your neck and runs one hand underneath your top. She caresses your nipple with her finger while Sheila kisses up your thigh and pulls at the bottom of your swimsuit. She instinctively looks around, wondering if I can see you, wondering if I’m alright with letting the margarita girls get carried away. But, none of you see me.
You run a hand up Sheila’s arm and pull at her nipples through her shirt. She moans and pinches your nipples making your body recline backward and your legs to open. Rachael takes this as her cue to use her tongue against the fabric of your suit. She licks, suckles, and makes sweet love to your senses while you moan and squirm underneath her prowess. Rachael moves her mouth faster on you while Sheila uses both hands to rub both your nipples. You moan loudly until your body shudders.
That’s when I step into your area. I clear my throat and the margarita girls immediately let go of you. They move as if they are going to run for their lives but I cock my head to the side and they freeze in place. You lean on your elbows to see what the commotion is and you spot me. You grin and wink.
“Was just having some fun, Sandra.” You fold your legs and sit up in the chair.
“Was just having some fun, Elizabeth?” I walk toward the chair with my hands on my hips and my light pink one piece.
“Yeah.” You sigh and pull one strand of your hair between your fingers.
“Why have ‘some’ fun when you can have a lot of fun.” I walk in front of you, get on my knees, and motion to the margarita girls to join me. Rachael kneels to my right and Sheila on my left. Your heart skips a beat; you can never trust my ideas. I pull at your bottom, unraveling the knot between the suit and your flesh.
“Sandra!” You cry as I pull the bottom piece and throw it aside.
“Yes?” I murmur as I lean forward, grabbing your butt cheeks with my both hands, and I press my face into your folds.
You groan at the sudden contact. “San..” you try to say but I move my mouth further into your depths, kissing and holding your flesh hostage in my mouth. I move my lips fast, kissing you with force; creating unbearable pressure.
“Ohh.” You grab onto your breasts, pulling at your nipples. I lean forward, closing my eyes, matching my lips to the rhythm of the ocean waves sliding and combining into each other. I kiss you, suckling a bit of your warm skin, and letting it slide against my lips.
You ride the current, waves crash up and down against your nerves; your body jerks and shivers in response to my tongue. “San..” you try to say between moans. The shock of your body wriggling prevents you from finishing my name, if anything.
“You.” I point to Sheila and motion my head to you. Sheila opens her mouth as to if to say something; I just give her that grin.
Sheila moves her body against mine and leans forward. She licks at your folds, gently wriggling her tongue against you. “Oh.” You moan loudly as Sheila licks faster and harder against your clit and every place she can get her tongue on.
I run my hand down Sheila’s rear, as it’s snuggly positioned near my reach. I pull at her bikini and untie the strings holding it together. Sheila shivers as the breeze caresses her. I stick a finger in her, letting the pace of her licks decide the movement. Sheila moans against you and rocks against my hand.
“Come on faster,” I say moving my hand quicker in Sheila. “We’re going to get sunburned at this rate.” Sheila licks faster as she rocks faster against my hand. You rock your body against her mouth, too. The movements create a pressure between the three of us. Sheila moans loud as the flesh around my finger convulses.
“Now.” I look over at Rachael. Rachael quickly leans over while Sheila moves away. Rachael sucks hard on your clit making you moan louder. I pull Rachael’s suit aside and move two fingers in her. She moans as I rapidly thrust my fingers in and out of her. She increases the pressure on you sucking you with all your might.
You moan loudly announcing your fourth orgasm. I stop my onslaught on Rachael and I get to my feet.
“Let’s go to our room.” I say as I help you out of the chair. The two margarita girls lean against each other as we leave the sun and go into the house.
Sopphey Vance is a poet. She creates poetry with letters, words, sounds, and color. Currently, she spends her time organizing and participating in local protests, teach-ins, and human rights campaigns. When she’s not holding a sign or passing out fliers, she’s hidden from the world writing all sorts of tales, designing, and publishing new and emerging artists for the On Impression Network. You may find Sopphey here: http://sopphey.onimpression.com.