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Tall, with long, straight dark hair down past her shoulders, she stood under the resort’s breach umbrella. The roundness of her breasts complemented her pregnant belly, which hung low, pushing down the waistband of her bikini bottom. She rubbed sunburn cream into her already tanned breasts while another woman lay face down on a towel next to her.
It was a warm summer day, and after 20 minutes or so in the sun, I decided to head back to the house. The sandy track up through the bush that separated our family’s property from the beach was about 50 metres long and quite steep in parts. But it meant that the second floor of our house was above the tree line, providing an unobstructed 180 degree view of the deep blue tropical sea stretching away to the horizon.
My father had bought the house at Buchanan Beach many years ago, at the insistence of my mother, who had loved the beach. My parents spent most weekends and their annual holidays at the house, right up until my mother’s death. But these days I was the only regular visitor.
Like other tiny settlements on this part of the coast, time seemed to have passed Buchanan Beach by. Most of the tourists using the highway drove straight past the turnoff; a poorly signposted minor road which ended at our little seaside hamlet.
Even for those who knew we existed, there was little reason to visit Buchanan Beach. There were no shops or public facilities of any kind. The only buildings were a block of units and half a dozen scattered holiday homes. The units, grandly named the Buchanan Beach Resort, were right next door to my parents’ house. Even in the middle of summer, they weren’t exactly doing a roaring trade.
As I walked across our front lawn, I saw Dave, the resort’s owner and Buchanan Beach’s only permanent resident.
“So you saw my guests on the beach?” he asked eagerly.
From the expression on his face, I knew there was something he was bursting to tell me.
“They’re dykes,” he said, in his typically crude and direct manner.
He smiled lewdly. “Did you hear them last night? They’re in room 3.”
I was surprised I hadn’t heard anything. Our lounge room windows and the bedroom windows of room 3 faced each other. The two buildings were separated by about 20 metres, but given how quiet it was at night, I often heard couples fucking.
I saw no more of Dave’s guests until the next morning, when I saw the pregnant woman walking along the path that led to the track down to the beach. I changed into my board shorts and followed a few minutes later.
She aksaray seks hikayeleri was lying on her back on the sand under the umbrella, topless again. She appeared not to notice when I put my towel down on the sand, in the shadow of a tree near where the track came out onto the beach, about 60 metres away from her.
After a short time, the woman sat up, and then, with little more difficulty, stood up. She began walking towards me, and when she was only a few feet away, she stopped.
“I’m Belinda,” she said, flashing me a dazzling smile.
My eyes were immediately drawn to her chest. Her boobs were large, and her nipples dark and thick. I guessed she was in her late 20’s or early 30’s.
There was a moment or two of slightly awkward silence.
“Where’s your friend today?” I asked.
A look of slight annoyance crossed her face. “Tanya’s sulking. We had a fight.”
“You know we’re together?” she asked, though it was more a statement than a question.
“I bet that dirty old man couldn’t wait to tell you he’s got a couple of lezzies staying at his resort,” she laughed.
Her summing up of Dave was spot on. In more serious tone she said, “I had a fight with Tanya about my ex. It’s his baby,” she said, patting her stomach.
“Tanya found out I had sex with him the other day. That’s the trouble with living in Corradell — everyone knows everyone else’s business!”
Corradell was a small rural town on the inland side of the highway. I had no trouble believing that gossiping about your neighbour was one of the main ways to pass the time.
“I like her as a friend, but I don’t want a relationship, so when she gets all jealous and possessive, I just think, fuck her, I’ll do what I want!” Belinda said, pouting.
“Anyway, I noticed you checking me out yesterday, so I thought I’d come over and say hi.”
Without waiting for any comment from me, she asked, “Do you think anyone would mind if I ducked into the bushes and had a pee? The baby is sitting right on top of my bladder today.”
“Plenty of people do,” I said. “It saves the walk.”
Belinda headed in the direction of a clump of low, stunted trees. Pausing and half turning towards me, she said with a smile, “Come with me and keep me company.”
She sat on a fallen tree branch and pulled her bikini bottom to one side. My view of her pussy was obstructed by her overhanging belly, but a thick, strong stream of pee wet the sand in front of her feet.
“Ahhhhh … that’s much better!”
Watching Belinda made me realise I needed to go too. Instinctively, I turned away and pulled up the leg of my board shorts.
“That’s not fair!” she said, with mock outrage. “You got to see me pee; I want to see you too!”
I turned back towards her and began to water the sand next to the branch Belinda was sitting on.
As my stream slowed, Belinda reached out and wrapped her hand around my shaft, rubbing my foreskin over the head. As my dick began to stiffen, she leant forward, and placing my dick in her mouth, she began to suck me off.
Her tongue teased the soft, pink ring of flesh normally covered by my foreskin. Before I knew it, I began to fill her mouth with my cum.
She swallowed it down almost routinely and said, “I suppose I’d better go, or Tanya won’t be happy.”
“Did you know our windows face each other, Belinda said, as she adjusted her bikini bottom, before getting up to leave.
Flashing that smile again she said, “Perhaps you should take a peek out your window at around 10.00 tonight.”
Just before the appointed hour, I turned off the lounge room lights. With the room in darkness, I peered cautiously between the curtains, and after a few minutes, a naked Belinda appeared at the bedroom window. She waved enthusiastically to me, and then she drew the curtains, leaving a gap in the middle that allowed me to see part of the bed.
Lying down with her with her legs wide open, she began to slowly rub her slit.
After a few minutes, Belinda reached over and took a green vibrator from the bedside table. She spread her lips and laid the vibrator between them, moving its tip slowly and teasingly along the length of her pussy. Then, pointing the head of the vib towards her hole, she slowly inserted it until only the dial at the base of the vibrator protruded from her pussy.
Belinda began to fuck herself with it, sliding it in out more and more quickly, until I saw her leg muscles tighten and heard her gasps of pleasure.
The vibrator was still buried in Belinda’s pussy when, a few moments later, I heard the toilet flush, and saw Tanya enter the bedroom.
She was naked, and as she stood beside the bed, she smiled and reached down to remove the vib from Belinda’s pussy. She licked Belinda’s juices from the vibrator, and then began to finger Belinda’s pussy. Although Tanya was facing the window, she didn’t seem to have noticed that the curtains weren’t fully drawn.
The light on the bedside table gave me a good view of her body. She looked to be about ten years older than Belinda. A short, slight woman, she had large nipples which were out of proportion with her smallish breasts. In contrast to Belinda’s shaved pussy, a forest of pubic hair sprouted from between Tanya’s legs.
Tanya started with one finger, quickly graduating to two fingers in Belinda’s pussy. Belinda rubbed her clit with one hand while her other hand found its way through the forest to play with Tanya’s pussy.
After a few minutes, Tanya knelt on the bed. Bending down, she kissed Belinda deeply on the lips and then trailed her kisses over Belinda’s bump, down to her pussy.
As Tanya went down on Belinda, I began to stroke my dick.
I couldn’t see exactly what Tanya was doing, so I focussed on Belinda. Her hands were now on her boobs, the thumb and forefinger squeezing the nipples. Belinda’s eyes were closed and her thighs were wrapped around Tanya’s head.
I don’t know long it was before I saw Belinda arch her neck and heard her moan as she began to cum, but long before then I’d sprayed the curtains with my juices.
Tanya lifted her head from between Belinda’s thighs and slid up the bed to kiss Belinda deeply on the lips. Then she turned off the bedside light, plunging the room into darkness.
Around mid-morning the next day, there was a knock on my door. Opening it, I saw Dave standing there, his hands covered in grease.
“Have you got a sec?” he asked. “I can’t get that piece of shit to start!”
The piece of shit he was referring to was his ancient lawnmower.
I hadn’t seen Belinda or Tanya that morning. “Where are your guests?” I asked, as I followed him across lawn.
“Left at the crack of dawn,” he said, without elaboration.
I’d been hoping to see Belinda again, so that was disappointing news.
As I walked back to my house after getting the mower going, I saw an envelope sticking out of the letterbox. We only got mail twice a week, and of course, the postman didn’t deliver on weekends.
To my surprise, inside the envelope was a slip of paper with Belinda’s mobile phone number.
The following Friday promised to be a hot day. Glad of the car’s air-conditioning, I drove down the driveway from the house to the road. Sweat pouring down his face, Dave was hacking branches off some trees next to the drive.
“Where the fuck are you going, and why are you looking so happy?” said Dave sourly, as I slowed the car and wound down the window.
“Corradell. See you later!” I said cheerily.
“Why the fuck would you want to go to Corradell?” I heard Dave ask, as I drove away.
Smiling to myself, I wondered how long it would be before the penny dropped.
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