Voyeur Beach

It was a nice sunny Sunday and I was spending the day at the beach. I'd been swimming and mucking around with friends all morning but after lunch I decided I'd take a break for an hour or so. I had a book I wanted to read and I hiked off by myself to find a secluded spot. I had to find somewhere quiet or I'd just be dragged back into everything.

I was fortunate in that I knew the area around the beach. Between the beach and the car park was a fairly wide strip of native vegetation. To the casual eye it looks dense, no way through, go around me. A few fenced off paths leading through the vegetation added to this effect. However, to those of us in the know, there were a few accessible hidey holes.

There was a gap halfway along a fence on one of the paths. Slip through this and behind the bushes was a nice little patch of grass. This wasn't the section I wanted, though. It had no shade. A little higher and there was another little grassy patch, sheltered by a tree. That's where I was headed.

From my little patch I could see the first grassy area and through gaps in the trees I could see the path. If I spotted anyone I wanted to speak to I could always give them a yell. If I didn't want to speak to anyone, well, they wouldn't spot me. Even anyone on that first bit of grass wouldn't notice me through the trees. I settled down and started to read.

I suppose I'd been there for about half an hour and was enjoying my quiet time when someone spoke.

"Looking good there, girl," a voice said.

I groaned to myself and looked up, assuming one of the beach bums had found me. It was a voice I didn't recognise, which is why I assumed it was a beach bum. You know the type of guy. They spend all their time at the beaches, wandering around and generally trolling for girls. Some girls like them. Can't see the appeal, myself.

I was lucky. There was no-one there watching me and wanting to flirt. I glanced towards the other grassed area but that was still empty so I was going to ignore it but I saw a movement from the direction of the path. Moving slightly I could see between the trees and had quite a clear view of the path.

Snooty Jen was standing on the path, looking very fetching in a tiny bikini. A lot less bikini that I'd wear, that was for sure. I call her Snooty Jen because after she turned eighteen she'd picked up the habit of jibbing at being called Jen. "The name is Jennifer," she'd say in a snooty voice. "Jen sounds so plebeian."

Facing Jen was the guy who'd spoken to her, together with a mate. I'd seen them around and as far as I was concerned they were the quintessential beach bums. I wouldn't be surprised if they slept on the beach and I was willing to bet they'd never held down a proper job. They were standing there leering at Jen.

Knowing Jen I'd have been willing to bet that she wouldn't even deign to reply to them, just push past and keep on going. She surprised me.

"Thank you," she said. "I know."

I might point out that her answering and saying 'thank you' surprised me. Her saying 'I know' didn't surprise me in the slightest. The fact that she had answered meant she probably knew these guys, which was also slightly surprising.

"Are you just here for the day or actually staying in the area," Fred asked. (I have to label them something and Fred and Jack seemed simple enough names for a couple of simpletons. I'll use those names to protect the innocent and the guilty.)

"Just the day," Jen said. "Not that it's any of your business."

"Eh? Of course it's our business, isn't it?" he added, nudging his mate.

"Right on," said Jack. "We have to know how long we have to get to know you."

"But I see no need for you to get to know me," Jen explained.

In that case, why aren't you just brushing them off and going on your way? You're not nailed to the path, you know.

"It's just that we're really friendly guys. Never met a girl we didn't like. Isn't that right?" with another nudge to his partner.

"Right on," said Jack, and I was wondering if I should have called him Yesman."

"Getting much of a tan?" asked Fred.

"Enough," said Jen, and Fred laughed.

"I can see you're getting some but what are you doing about tan-lines?"

"None of your business," Jen pointed out for a second time.

Actually, I knew that Jen had been sun-bathing with detached straps as often as she could. She hated tan-lines. She probably did naked sun-bathing at home to help get rid of them.

Fred laughed at her again. He seemed easily amused. He also reached out and slipped a shoulder strap to the side, showing that she didn't have much in the way of a tan line.

"Don't do that," Jen said, speaking quite casually as she pushed the strap back into place.

That didn't seem right to me. I'd have thought she'd have snarled something rude at them. I certainly would have.

"She'd right," Jack said, speaking up without being prompted. "That's no way to check a girl's tan."

"You got a point," admitted Fred.

To my astonishment he reached out, hooked a finger into the top of Jen's bikini bottom and pulled it out. This was the point at which she'd tear him a new asshole. Wrong again. She just pulled away a fraction, letting her bikini pull free from his snagging finger.

"I could see you shaved," Fred observed, "but I wasn't sure of the tan-line."

"That's because you're a dope," Jack told him. "Easiest way is like this."

Now he reached out and pulled one of the bra cups to the side, letting Jen's breast spill out. I could only see the side of it but it was nice and white where the cup had been.

"Uh-huh, tan-lines," Fred said. "You need to pick a place where you can tan properly."

Jen was busy stuffing her breast back in the bikini, not even bothering to reprimand Jack. What was it with her? She was acting like a tramp. If one of us had been with her she'd have cut these two clowns off at the socks as soon as they opened their mouths. As for the rest of it, there'd have been mayhem if she thought there was a witness.

"How about you leave my bikini alone," Jen reprimanded, sounding mildly exasperated. Personally, I'd have been red hot over something like that.

"You do know there are places where you can hide out and go topless on this beach?" Fred observed.

"No, there isn't," Jen promptly contradicted him. "Any open areas on this beach have a lot of traffic. I'm not laying around topless for some gormless idiot to ogle me."

"If you're referring to us we wouldn't be so crude," Fred protested. "But there are secret little places if you know where to look. One just over there," he added, jerking his thumb in the rough direction of the smaller patch of lawn.

"Bid deal. You can't expect me to go wading through that jungle in search of a clearing."

"You don't have to. Look here. You just slip through this break in the fence and pass these bushes and Voila."

While talking Fred had done precisely that, with Jen following on behind. Jack trailed Jen and now all three were looking at the sunny patch of grass between me and the path. Like I said before, I could see that patch through the bushes but they couldn't see me. Not unless they came looking.

"See," said Fred triumphantly. "This sort of place is ideal for sun-bathing and no-one can see what goes on here. I use it myself."

To demonstrate the suitability of the little patch of lawn for sun-bathing Fred dropped his shorts to show he had an all-over tan. He also had an erection but that wasn't why he dropped his shorts of course.

"Do you mind?" said Jen letting a touch of exasperation creep into her voice. She spun around to depart to find Jack standing there, also wearing no shorts and sporting an erection.

"Relax," Fred said. "We're just demonstrating that this area is safe for nude tanning and getting away from those tan-lines. I mean, just look at you. Don't you want those tan-lines gone?"

To help Jen look at her own tan-lines he'd taken hold of her bikini bottom and drawn it down. Well down. It's a wonder she didn't trip over when she turned to face him, what with those around her ankles. Fortunately one leg pulled free.

"Now that's the outside of enough," Jen snapped. "You had no right to do that."

True, I silently observed, but I don't notice you being in a big hurry to cover up. Come to think of it, you don't seem to be doing much to protect your top, either. The last observation was made because Jack had pulled at the bow at the back of her neck. It had come undone and the two triangular scraps that were the bra cups had dropped away, exposing her breasts and leaving Jen effectively naked.

"You're right," said Fred. "We had no right to do that. There again, I've probably got no right to do this, but I can't say that's stopping me."

His hands had come up and cupped Jen's breasts, holding them. No, I was wrong. Running all over them and playing with them would be more accurate. I supposed I should give a yell to let them know I was there and scare them away, thus rescuing Jen. For that matter, she could give a yell and people on the beach would come and help her, if required. No need for me to interfere.

"I'll thank you to take your hands off me."

"Then you'd be thanking me too soon as I have no intention of doing so. Are you going to thank me for taking my mouth and cock off you, too?"

Now Jen seemed to be glaring at him.

"Are you saying you're going to try to rape me? I can scream you know."

"No. I'm saying I'm going to lay you on the grass here and fuck you. Jack will hold your hands above your head so you can't struggle too much. That way you can say we forced you."

"I am not having sex with you," Jen told him, speaking very firmly, and I didn't believe a word of it. Neither did Fred for that matter.

"Us," he said. "You mean you're not having sex with us, not me. Don't let it worry you. All you have to do is lie there. We can do the rest."

"I'm serious about this," Jen protested, while Fred ignored her and eased her down onto the grass.

A ferocious struggle she put up, too, I don't think. Jack calmly took hold of her hands and lifted them above her head, holding them there. A babe-in-arms would give more resistance if you tried to take his bottle. The baby's protests would certainly have been a lot louder that Jen's. I could barely hear them, whereas I had been hearing everything else they said.

"You can't do this," Jen told Fred as he pushed her legs further apart. "I won't stand for it," she protested, as Fred knelt between her legs, brushing his cock back and forth along her pussy.

I really did have an excellent view of everything that was going on. Mind you, I did have to move a little closer but I could still see everything.

"Fortunately, you don't have to stand for this," Fred told Jen, his cock starting to press against her pussy. "Lying flat on your back suits me better."

Not that she was flat on her back. Her head was lifted and she was craning her neck to watch what he was doing. What he was doing was spreading her lips a little while his cock moved into position. Then he gave a hard push, Jen made a hissing sound and her head flopped back down, and Jack was full length inside her. All I can say is that there was no way she was a virgin with an entry that smooth and fast. If he'd been popping her like that she couldn't have helped but scream.

Just like that Fred pulled out again, and I mean right out. He stood up and spoke to Jack.

"She feels ready to go to me. What do you think?"

Jack promptly let go Jen's hands and she moved them down to cover her mound while Jack moved around to kneel between her legs.

"Hands," he said and Fred grabbed her hands with a laugh, pulling them back over her head. Jack promptly repeated Fred's little experiment. He positioned himself and drove fully into Jen with one hard thrust, this time being met by Jen as she pushed her hips up to meet him, protesting at the same time that he was a brutal animal.

I was startled when Jack repeated Fred's little effort in its entirety. He also pulled right out and stood up.

"You're right," he told Fred. "She seems ready to me, too. Still, I think to be sure we should flip her over and try again. I'll go first this time."

Without any more ado Jack rolled Jen over onto her tummy.

"Lift your tush, there's a good girl," he told her.

Defiant to the end, Jen refused.

"You can't make me," she said.

It turned out he could. A simple slap to her bottom and a growled, "Move it," did the trick, with Jen scrambling onto her knees, head low, bottom high.

Once again Jack was kneeling behind Jen and driving hard into her. A gasp and an odd look on her face was all the reaction she gave. Jack pulled out again and that caused more reaction than him sticking his cock into her.

"Will you clowns stop stuffing around," she hissed at them.

"Settle down," said Fred with a big cheese-eating grin. "This time when I'm in I'm going to keep going. Reckon you can handle it?"

She didn't deign to answer that, just crouched there, waiting. Fred settled down behind her, lined up his cock and eased forward, dead slow. After about a minute, with Fred still not fully inside her, Jen's patience ran out.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing," she demanded?

"Taking it slow. I wouldn't want to scare you by moving too fast," he said guilelessly, and I though Jen was going to scream at him. Her head was turned my way as she tried to look at him and I could see she was flushed, and I'm quite sure it wasn't from embarrassment.

"Just get a move on," she said through clenched teeth.

Fred laughed, reached around her to catch hold of her breasts and gave a powerful thrust of his hips to drive himself fully home. That was just the start of it. Now that he'd decided it was time to go, he went, his hips working overtime as he ravaged Jen's body. Due to the intensity with which he got going I nearly said poor Jen's body, but that was contraindicated by the eager way she received him. If this was rape then I wish I could get raped with the same degree of enthusiasm.

Watching Fred fucking Jen so energetically it occurred to me that sex could be an excellent way to lose weight, what with all that healthy and interesting exercise. Was that, I wondered, how Jen managed to stay so slim? Fred was still going, Jen's bottom bouncing up and down in time to his thrusts. I've seen hip-shaker machines that didn't do as good a job.

Up until this point Jen had been softly squealing and carrying on. This is not to say that her vocal antics were disapproving of this assault upon her person. Quite the opposite from what I was hearing. I was a little surprised to hear her suddenly shut-up, just when I thought her voice was rising in pitch and enthusiasm. Then I spotted the reason. Her hand was clamped against her mouth, muffling her natural vocal reactions. I have to admit I could see why she wouldn't want to make a lot of noise. Imagine if some nosy passer-by investigated.

Fred didn't have quite the same inhibitions. He let out a sudden shout that quite startled me and started jerking about. Having his climax I suppose. From the way Jen was acting I guess she was also climaxing, probably noisily, as both her hands were now clamped against her mouth.

Fred pulled away from Jen, giving her a slap on the bottom as he did so.

"Not bad," he told her. "You're improving."

Really? How interesting. So this wasn't just a spur of the moment one-off. This was a day of revelations.

I quite expected Jack to now jump aboard and take his turn, but it seemed that he was in a lazy mood. Not too lazy to fuck, mind you, but lazy enough to get the girl to do the work. He was seated on the ground, legs out-stretched, cock pointing at the sky. Looking at Jen he just patted his lap, beckoning her with his other hand.

I couldn't see the look that Jen gave him but he laughed at her. Her going to him and climbing aboard was not in the scenario she was painting for herself of being forced to have sex, totally against her will. He patted his lap again and she made a snorting sound and went scrambling over to him. She got up on her knees and straddled him and then I could see her easing herself down onto his cock, finishing up sitting on his lap, neatly impaled.

Now that she was there and attached Jack grabbed hold of her breasts. I couldn't actually see this, as her back was to me, but I could tell from the position of Jack's arms. I heard him say something, she replied rather rudely, and then Jen started bouncing.

Seeing Jen was doing all the work there was nowhere near the ardour that Fred had displayed. However, Jen and Jack were making up for this with stamina. Jen just kept bouncing slowly up and down with Jack presumably enjoying her undivided attention. I was starting to wonder if she was going for a duration record. It also raised the point, which way used more calories, fast and furious, or lazy and long? I wonder if there's a research paper on the topic.

Jen eventually did enough to get past Jack's laziness. He gave a gasp, his arms moved around her, and he rolled to the side, taking Jen with and under him. Then he started humping like a man possessed. This time it was a male bottom I saw bouncing in the sun. I will admit that the man had nice buns. I almost envied Jen his attentions. Only almost, I do have standards.

Jen and Jack finished off with a climax apiece and that's when it suddenly dawned on me that time was getting on. I checked the time and found that if I didn't get back to the group I was with they'd start to worry and might come looking.

I gathered my stuff and headed back to the path. I was polite. I said "Excuse me" and "Hi, Jen" as I skirted the grassy patch they were on. I had to go that way to get to the path. They weren't as polite and didn't say a word back to me. Not even a "Hi, there." Some people just have no manners.