Message-ID: <12035eli$9806092030@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: apstarre@pipeline.com (Robert Mitchell) Subject: {Mitchell} Three's A Crowd - voy, F-solo, MFF [1/2] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: (c) Copyright December 1997 by Robert Mitchell ******************************************************* This story's copyrighted, so don't change it or sell it without my permission. Permission is granted for this document to be reproduced and distributed as long as it remains intact, including all copyright notices and email address. It may not be sold in any way, including being placed on websites that charge for access or use adult verification services which charge for access, without permission. This story contains descriptions of sexual situations. If you're under sixteen and are reading this, then your parents should keep a closer eye on you. ****************************************************** Three's A Crowd - voy, F-solo, MFF [1/2] by Robert Mitchell (apstarre@pipeline.com) The sun was casting Erica's shadows long on the sand as she made her way down the beach, a towel under one arm, and holding a novel in her other hand. As she breathed in the crisp morning air, she couldn't hold back a smile. This was her favorite time of day, just after dawn, when the world seemed to be still asleep. This was also her favorite thing to do. The beach was empty at this time, and she loved having it all to herself. It was a time to reflect on the matters of the day and life itself. Erica smirked as she looked down at her book. It was also a time to relax and read trashy romance novels before work. Sometimes she felt deep, and sometimes she didn't. Erica headed down the beach, the tide roaring alongside her, towards a large rock that jutted out of the sand. It blocked the view of another patch of the beach on the other side, which was why she went there. It was always empty and secluded, perfect. But as Erica made her way around the rock, she heard a woman giggle. It was just dawning on her that today might be different than usual when the couple came into view. A dark-haired man and a blond woman were lying on a pink towel on the smooth sand of her usual spot. Erica guessed they were both in their late teens or early twenties. The woman was lying under the guy, who was stretched over her. They were kissing deeply as one of the woman's hands roamed the man's back and the fingers of her other hand ran through his hair. Erica froze. For a moment, she considered apologizing, turning around, and walking away. Then she felt a bit silly. They were just kissing, no big deal. When the beach was crowded, there were always a few couples making out. This was pretty much the same. She had nothing to apologize for. Besides, she always came here. In that respect, Erica had been here first. She had every right to come here. It wasn't as private as she had hoped, but two extra people was better than a hundred, which is who would be here in a few hours. This was her quiet time before work, and she was determined to enjoy it. So Erica forced herself to straighten, look calm, and walk out into view. She watched the couple out of the corner of her eye as she made her way along the narrow strip of sand. They seemed too preoccupied with each other to notice her at first. Then the girl opened her eyes. She looked up at Erica from her boyfriend's face. For a moment, Erica and the woman's eyes met. Even from this distance, Erica could see they were an ocean blue. Erica tried to look calm and casual, even smiling a little to keep from scaring her off. The girl looked back at her with absolute calm, only a mild interest. Then she closed her eyes and leaned into her boyfriend again. Erica couldn't help grinning. So much for that. She felt herself relax a little bit as she moved a few feet down the beach. When she was what she considered a discrete distance away from the couple, she spread her blanket on the sand. Erica sat down on the towel with a sigh. Taking off her oversized T-shirt exposed her body, clad only in a yellow two- piece bikini. For a moment, she felt a little self-conscious about being so scantily dressed (usually she wore something with a little more coverage) then figured if those two weren't going to get hung up about things, neither would she. Erica propped up her book on her knees, folded it open to a page, then began to read. As her eyes scanned the page, she found her thoughts continually being drawn to the couple beside her. The fact that she was reading a love scene didn't help. As she read about the elegant heroine being taken into her bedroom by the handsome prince, her thoughts placed the couple's faces on the characters. The description of the book's heated kiss broke down her resolve. Erica made a quick glance over at the couple. They were still kissing, but a little more deeply than before. The woman's leg was up, rubbing her inner thigh against his hip. He was moving his hand up and down over her ribcage. Then his hand came up higher to squeeze her breast. Erica quickly looked back down at her book. Her cheeks grew hot with embarassment. This was getting a little heavy. Once again, she thought about leaving. But if they didn't mind her being there, why should she? If they were planning to get too into it, they'd leave first. She still needed her quiet time. She went back to her book and continued to read. The sea- breeze ruffled the pages, which were getting into more detail on the royal couple. Erica felt her face growing warmer as she read about the prince unbuttoning the heroine's dress and exposing her full breasts, ducking his head down to plant kisses all over them as he ran his hand down her stomach to... Erica swallowed. This wasn't helping to take her mind off what was happening next to her. She tried to keep her eyes on the page, but they seemed to turn on their own. The couple was still at it. Now the woman's leg was wrapped around the guy's waist, pulling his hips close against her crotch. His hand was mashing and rolling her breast, which was almost being squeezed out of the red cup of her bikini top. She was moaning softly as her hands dug through his long, black hair, their heads moving slowly in a passionate kiss. Erica let her eyes wander over the two of them. They were both very attractive. He was toned and muscular with a powerful back that tapered down to a tight ass in a skimpy pair of black Speedos. Her body was curvy, but lean, and her breasts were large enough to dwarf his hand as they roamed them. She couldn't see much of their faces, except for the closed eyes of the woman, framed in golden hair. Erica bit her lip as she watched the two of them. She was getting seriously turned on. She tried to force herself to look away and go back to her reading, but her eyes were locked on the couple. As she watched them writhing against each other, she felt a tingling sensation inside her body. Erica could feel herself getting wet, the crotch of her bikini getting moist and cooled against her skin by the breeze. The woman opened her eyes. The two of them just stared at each other. The man opened his eyes, looked down at her, then looked up at Erica. The three of them just watched each other as the surf hissed in the distance. Erica knew this was the moment of truth. Either the couple would get up and leave or they would tell her to leave or they would stop what they were doing and leave. Something had to give. What Erica didn't expect was the girl to break into a coy smile. She giggled, then cupped her hand over her mouth and whispered in the man's ear. Erica could hear her soft voice carried along the beach, muffled by the roar of the waves nearby. After a few seconds, the man smiled in a mirror-image of his girlfriend's. "What's going on?" Erica whispered to herself. She was waiting for them to tell her to leave or apologize or something. What was the holdup? She caught her breath as the two turned back to each other and locked lips again. The man's hand came up again to roll the woman's breast in his hand. Then his fingers curled into the top of her bikini and pulled it down. The woman's naked breast popped out. Erica could see the nipple was red and swollen just before the man's palm covered it and his fingers squeezed the pink flesh. Erica struggled to breathe again as she realized the couple wasn't going to stop. They knew she was there, and they weren't going to stop. to be continued... -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----