Sex on the Beach

As I opened the door to Miho's two pretty young friends, a sudden thought occurred to me. Miho had suggested that we meet because none of us spoke any German. Her note had said nothing about speaking English. After some halting introductions it became clear that their English was only slightly better than my tourist Italian. With the aid of hand gestures and frequent recourse to a well thumbed Berlitz it was established that they came from Milan and their names were Allegra and Daniela. They were travelling round Europe on a pre-University gap year. Both girls wore fashionable summer dresses in bright primary colors with matching shoes and handbags. Allegra was almost as tall as me at 5' 8" and wore a short blue dress gathered by a black belt. Daniela was an inch shorter and wore a red dress whose hem was even shorter. Since I didn't have a car, we set off for the U-Bahn station. I had thought we might go down to the city center to see the street festival but Miho had apparently given the girls different instructions. Perhaps because her English was better or perhaps because she was more outgoing, Daniela made most of the conversation on the trip out. After a short train ride followed by a longer bus ride we walked the last quarter mile or so to our destination. A large sign with yellow lettering on a black background told me all I needed to know: 'FKK'. Daniela pointed out the sign to Allegra and put her hand to her mouth. Allegra shrugged her shoulders and said something bursa escort in Italian. Daniela gave her an exasperated look and followed her inside. The FKK was surrounded by trees with a grassy area where people were eating picnics and a small kidney shaped lake filled with swimmers fringed by a narrow strip of beach covered in sunbathers. There were young people like ourselves, seniors, families with children and almost everyone was naked. Allegra and Daniela looked round at all the naked people and began undressing. Both girls wore swimsuits under their dresses. Topless bathing was already common in Europe and both removed their bikini tops immediately but kept the bottom half on. Both girls had gorgeous figures, slender legs and long arms, their faces framed by long jet black hair that reached the tops of their small but firm breasts. Allegra's nipples were pierced, a distinct rarity in those days. I followed suit attempting to appear nonchalant. I had read about nude beaches in Germany on the Internet but in those days before the Web I had never known there was one so close by. Allegra caught me watching her undress and turned her body to let me have a better view. Then with a mischievous grin removed her bikini bottom to reveal a neatly shaved pussy with a neatly trimmed landing strip. "E tu?", Allegra asked. Not wanting to fail the challenge, I stripped off completely. I had little choice since I hadn't expected to go to a beach and had no bursa escort bayan bathing suit to wear. Being naked in public felt strange at first. But I was young and even though it was two years since I had done any competitive sport I was still in good shape. My nakedness soon felt natural and was all but forgotten. But delicious fact that Allegra and Daniela were naked was constantly on my mind as were the two hundred plus prohibiting eyes around us. We splashed about in the lake. Allegra playing the provocateur with sneaky splashes that demanded firm action. This gave me an excuse to lift her off her feet and drop her down into the water. Allegra surfaced, laughing, spluttering and cursing me in Italian. I did what any man should do in that situation and reached my neck forward to kiss her on the lips. It would stop the curses at any rate. She would likely slap me a few more times before she submitted, but her objective was clear enough. No slap came. Our lips, our tongues, our bodies touched. For a brief moment I thought about throwing caution to the wind and fucking her right there with only the lake water to hide us from the other bathers. Then the wave sent by Daniela came crashing over our heads and thoughts of sex were displaced by the need for revenge. It did not take the two of us long. Daniela pleaded for mercy but Allegra was merciless, stripping the bikini bottoms off her friend and throwing them onto the shore in a long, high arc. Daniela escort bursa feigned indignation but was laughing too hard to resist properly. She pointed at the tangle of pubic hair between her legs and said something to Allegra in Italian which caused the other girl to put on a sad face. Then she attempted to explain the joke to me, "She say she need, eh", at this she gave a shrug as her high school English lessons had clearly left her unprepared and continued in Italian, "rasatura del pube". If that had really been her concern, she should not have worried. In those days even the centerfolds in men's magazines sometimes sported a full messy bush. Only a few of the women on the beach were fully shaved and almost none of the men. I bought us all ice cream at the concession stand and afterward we joined in the inevitable game of beach volleyball. The girls were much better at this than I was. The sand was soft and my bare feet sank deep with each step. The girls had brought beach shoes and did not consider it an unfair advantage. After a while I sat down to enjoy watching them rule the court against two teenaged German blondes. A middle aged woman sitting next to me tried to ask me something in German then seeing my difficulty understanding her immediately switched to English. That this kept happening was the my German had improved so little in six months. "Your first time?", she asked. We chatted for a while and I learned that Elfi was the (single) mother of the girls my companions were playing against. She had been coming to the beach with her daughters for many years. She found my story of how I had arrived at the beach with two girls I could barely talk to quite amusing. Which indeed it was in a cosmic sense.