A young woman on holiday explores a local town, and finds herself on a remote beach, with only two dishy builders for company. Realizing she’s run out of water, they help her out, and then suggest she joins them for a swim in the ocean to cool off. Problem is, she doesn’t have a swimming costume – though she is rather hot and bothered, so maybe it doesn’t matter…

I sat down in the grass and retrieved my water bottle from my tote bag, dismayed to realise the bottle was nearly empty. I guzzled it down anyway because the walk through the village and up the hill had left me completely parched. I knew in this heat it would be stupid to have no water to hand. Part of me was eager to go down to the beach and take some shots, to paddle in the sea and feel the crystal clear waters washing over my feet, but I had horrible visions of myself passing out from heat stroke or dehydration or something which would certainly not be a good outcome for my first forage into the life of an independent adult. I needed a shop. But I didn’t want to walk all the way back into the village centre, and wondered if there was a closer one. Plus, it was a great excuse to talk to the builders and check them out a bit closer up. They were back at work when I turned and walked towards them, lifting stones and hoisting them into a large skip. I saw them both glancing at me as I came closer, and realised the hoisting was partly for my benefit, to demonstrate their strength and power. I was suitably impressed.
They were both bloody gorgeous. One was about six foot tall, the other even taller. The taller one had darker skin and thick wavy black hair, and the other one had bronze skin and chestnut hair, cropped close in a military style. They did both look to be in their late twenties like I’d guessed, and they were definitely both hotties.

“Hi,” I said when I was just a few feet away. They both turned towards me and smiled. I could see the taller guy, the darker one, had extraordinary green eyes, while the other guy’s eyes were the blue of the ocean. Geez, I couldn’t have dreamed up two more fine specimens of the male of our species – and I was certainly good at dreaming!
“Hello darlin’,” said the bronze god, surprising me with his Texan accent, “what brings you out here so far off the tourist trail?”
“Oh, I was sick of the tourist stuff, wanted to go off track a bit and see what I could find for my portfolio,” I lifted my camera to illustrate my point.
“Ah, a photographer, wandering away from the beaten track in pursuit of your art, very cool,” he smiled a lopsided smile.
“That’s me, ever the explorer, willing to go the extra mile for my passion” I tried not to blush as I painted the picture of the girl I wanted to be, rather than the girl I am. Well, why not? They didn’t know any different right? This holiday was my opportunity to redefine myself into exactly who I wanted to be! “My name’s Lara,” I offered.
“Well hi Lara,” he extended his hand and shook mine formally, “I’m Brad and this is Henri,” he nodded towards the taller man, who smiled in my direction with a nod of his head, and then turned back to his work, apparently less compelled to socialise than his American friend, or maybe he just didn’t speak English.
“How about you – you don’t sound like a local?” I enquired.
“How observant.” He joked, gracing me with that cheeky smile again, and I noticed my heart fluttering a little. I was suddenly very aware of myself, a lone female, alone with two very, well, very male males, and I liked the idea. “I came on holiday with some friends about five years ago and fell in love with the place. I only went back home to Houston long enough to close up shop, and was back within a week. The island has a way of capturing your heart like that.”
“I can well believe it,” I glanced around me again and took in the soft swoosh of the ocean not far away. Yes, the island was certainly capturing my heart. “So what was the ‘shop’ you shut up?”
“A law firm,” he smiled, “I sold out to my partners and I have never regretted it a day since,” his drawl was so sexy I was finding it hard to concentrate on the conversation, but did my best.
“You jacked in a career as a lawyer to be a… a brickie?”
“I jacked in a career as a lawyer to be happy,” he corrected, wiping the sweat away from his forehead with a rag he was holding, “this work is mindless, it gets me out in the sun, it puts a roof over my head and food in my tummy, and it keeps me fit…” I raised my eyebrows as I glanced down at his extraordinarily well defined pectoral and abdominal muscles, then shook myself mentally and looked back to his face, realising he was still speaking. “… But you didn’t come over here for my life story. How can we be of service?”
I’m sure he raised an eyebrow when he said that. Which of course set off something inside me. I could think of plenty of ways in which they could be of service.
“Oh, um, I wondered if you can tell me where the nearest shop is?”
“Well sure honey, I can, but if it’s water you’re after,” he nodded at the empty bottle, still in my hand, I can do better than that. He reached into a backpack that was resting by the side of the building and pulled out a litre bottle of water, handing it to me, “it’s all yours, I always have plenty on me.”
“Oh, I don’t want to use up all your water.”
“You won’t be! That’s just one of four I bring every day.”
“Wow, thanks, that’s really kind of you,” I took the offered bottle and opened it, taking a long, much needed, swig.
“I’m very happy to help darlin’. When you live in this kind of heat you have to be prepared for it. Water. Swims to cool off. Do you like to take afternoon swims to cool off Lara?”
“Well, sure, I guess. I’ve been in the pool every day and to some of the beaches too.”
“I bet you’ve only been to the ones packed with tourists right? This beach right here is just like a private infinity pool,” he nodded his head in the direction of the sand dunes and the ocean beyond, which we could hear but not see from where we stood.
“It really is beautiful too,” I added.
“It sure is. Inviting huh? How daring are you Miss Lara?” He drawled and for some reason his words set my pulse racing. I looked into his blue eyes, hypnotised. “How much adventure do you want to experience on your little foray off the beaten track?” He paused and I just looked at him, not sure that he actually wanted an answer.
“Come on, let’s go swim,” he said and suddenly started walking up the sand dune towards the beach.
“Huh?” I called after him “But I didn’t plan to… I don’t have..”
He turned back to look at me, leaned down and untied his laces, kicked off his boots, before continuing backwards up the hill and smiling at me invitingly. “You don’t need anything, an adventurer like you. Be spontaneous. You know you want to.” He turned and walked away from me.
I was bewitched by his words, by the idea of being spontaneous, enchanted by his buttocks beneath his denim shorts as he walked, his strong thighs. Well I guess I could swim in my underwear.
“Okay,” I called, strolling along behind him. This was the new me, after al. The new brave strong, independent me. And now I could add spontaneous to the list too!
I reached the summit of the dune where he stood surveying the scenery. I could see the beach down below, the tide splashing onto the sandy shore.
“Isn’t it just perfect?” He asked, and before I could respond he had whipped off his shorts, revealing that he was wearing nothing beneath, and he was off, running towards the sea, stark naked. I stood open mouthed and watched him all the way down to the ocean’s edge, where he never broke stride, but continued running until the water was at waist level and then he dived into the calm waters. When he surfaced he turned and looked up at me.
“What are you waiting for? Come on honey, it’s beautiful in here,” he called up to me.
I was having a personal crisis – I couldn’t just strip naked – could I? No! I would leave my underwear on. That was what he expected right? With a new confidence washing over me, I peeled my dress over my head and threw it into the sand alongside his discarded shorts. I stood in my underwear, ready to join him in the sea, but still I wasn’t sure.
I mean – he didn’t expect me to get naked did he? Surely he just went in the buff because he had no underwear on? All of this internal debating took a matter of nanoseconds but it felt like I was standing there awkwardly for hours. Oh Bleep it! You only live once – well – unless you believe in reincarnation, but Bleep it anyway. I reached behind me and unclipped my bra, letting my breasts free. It was delightfully liberating to feel the sun on my bare skin. Taking a deep breath I hooked my hands in my knickers and bent forwards, sliding them down my legs. Only then did I notice Henri behind me, making his way up the dune, his eyes firmly fixed on my naked butt, now mooning him. Probably giving him a very good view of my pussy too. For some reason this really turned me on and I made a real performance of stepping out of my knickers, looking him in the eye and even winking at him.
Brave, confident, independent, strong, spontaneous – and sexy as Bleep.
I stood up, naked now, and noticed Brad in the water, still watching me, his hand below the surface. Bleep, I felt womanly, sexy. I walked slowly down the hill, making sure I put on a show for the man in front of me and the man behind me. It was hugely erotic, walking naked down a sand dune on a tropical island, the sun beating down on me. Eventually I reached the water. It splashed over my bare feet, warm and inviting. I kept walking as it swirled around my ankles, and then over my knees, and up my thighs. Then it reached between my legs and I gasped, and paused. I had never felt the ocean ripples against my pussy before, it was a delicious sensation. I closed my eyes, and ran my hands over my tight stomach, my soft breasts. I could feel that familiar haze of lust washing over me, taking me over. Brad was just metres in front of me and when I opened my eyes I could see he was standing now, waiting for me, his own eyes glazed with desire as he looked me up and down. I walked to him through the water, walked straight into his open arms, my face turning upwards as his leaned down, and we met in a kiss. A long, lazy, sumptuous kiss, as our bodies met in an embrace, his erection hard against my stomach, my breasts squashed against him. I reached my arms up and ran my hands over his shoulders, his arms, through his hair, down his back, over his naked buttocks. Every inch of him was perfectly formed, the perfect balance of hard and soft beneath my hands. His tongue explored my mouth as his hands explored my body, almost a mirror of mine on him. Feeling, touching, stroking, pulling me closer as if we might merge as one.
Then, as Brad’s hands came to a rest on my shoulders, there were more hands on me suddenly, on my waist, running down my hips. I hadn’t even heard Henri enter the water, though of course I’d known he was watching, and of course somewhere deep inside I had hoped he would join in. Why the hell not? Double the pleasure.
I paused only briefly in surprise, and then kissed Brad even more fervently, the need inside me suddenly becoming more urgent. I was heady with lust, standing with my legs apart as the gentle waves lapped against my waist. I reached my hands behind me and felt for Henri, who was naked too. I felt his thighs, reached around, felt his buttocks and pulled him towards me. His hands reached around to handle my breasts, his fingers circling my hard nipples, the sensation sending new waves of desire through my very core. He moved in closer and his rock hard cock pressed against my lower back, he moved in closer still, pushing me against Brad so I was sandwiched between them. I gasped, and Brad stopped kissing me, bent his head down and began licking and kissing one side of my neck. Henri mirrored him on the opposite side. I moaned, wondering if I would still be standing if their bodies weren’t holding me up, my legs were so weak. I slipped a hand between me and Brad and wrapped it around his throbbing cock. The other hand I reached behind me and wrapped it around Henri’s equally hard shaft. I started stroking them simultaneously, stroking slowly up and down, my grip firm, enjoying noticing how they both paused in their kissing and nibbling and groaned into my neck, loving knowing I could please two men at once.
Hands fondled my breasts harder now, another hand squeezed my buttock and yet another slid down between my legs, cupping me there. I didn’t know whose hands were whose and I didn’t care. I wanted more hands on me. I wanted them all over me, in me. I closed my eyes and kept stroking the throbbing cocks as somebody’s thumb started to push against my clitoris in a gentle rhythm, and two fingers teased the entrance of my pussy.
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