Writing the previous story, something came to mind that I often like to do when I go to the beach. Those vacations in Va

Writing the previous story, something came to mind that I often like to do when I go to the beach. Those vacations in Valencia were no exception and I did it several of the days we went swimming. That wasn't the first or last time I did it, but it's one of the times I enjoyed it the most. As I said in my second story, three friends and I were on vacation in Valencia, sunbathing in the sun during the day and going out hooking up at night. One of those mornings we went to the beach the following happened: It was stiflingly hot and very humid from very early on, as soon as we left the hotel we received a hit of suffocating summer reality that left us devastated. The truth is that it had nothing to do with the heat we were suffering in Madrid on those same dates. Like every morning, as soon as we got up, we put on our bikinis, something light on top and after breakfast we left for the tram that left us on Malvarrosa beach. For my part, I was wearing an orange outfit with the top tied at the neck and the bottom with low-hip panties. On top of that I had only put on a sarong to cover my most private parts a little during the trip to the beach and flip flops and sunglasses completed my touristy summer look. I was very shocked by the fact that I could walk down the street, and even on the tram, simply wearing a bikini and little else; I couldn't imagine going that way through Madrid or traveling on the subway. I would end up arrested for public scandal and most likely hotter than an oven or masturbating in some lonely corner. I liked it, that was true, being so little dressed without it being considered exhibitionism or anything like that, because it attracted many more eyes than usual and my ego went through the roof. Although it had to be admitted that it was captivating. The tram was a bit annoying for all the girls, since we were wearing so little cloth and walking with the air conditioning on full blast meant that, in the end, we were all showing our nipples through bikinis and t-shirts. In any case, it's not that we were very worried about that situation. Once in Malvarrosa, we decided to set up our small towel camp in a relatively isolated area, although with the number of people there it was not easy to find that space. Nearby there were some boys playing with a ball and, like them and us, we did not miss a detail of our respective anatomies as we passed by them. After camping, we gave ourselves a good dose of sunscreen and lay down to tan. None of them were topless, so the boys were surely disappointed. I was on my back, with my eyes closed, feeling the breeze caressing my body and listening to the hypnotic sound of the waves. I was in heaven, I wish we had one of these beaches in Madrid! After a while, I decided to turn around, for which I asked Sara to give me cream on my back. I lay face down and undid the knot of the bikini to get it out of the way so that it wouldn't leave marks. In addition, I lowered my panties a little for the same purpose. I pushed my hair to one side and Sara began to spread the cream on me. The first impression of cold gave me a shiver, but it was quickly eclipsed by the massage I received from my friend's hands. How well he did it, he gently ran his fingertips along my back, going down to the bikini and going back up, also covering my sides, so that when he reached my armpits he very lightly touched my breasts with his fingers. I liked that, my tits were very sensitive and at the slightest touch they already gave me pleasure. He finished giving me cream on my back and without warning he shot a stream of cream on my butt; I hadn't yet had time to react to the coolness of the cream when I felt him slap me on the right buttock and say: "We'll have to give cream to this big ass too, right?" I was speechless, Sara was rubbing my butt thoroughly, squeezing her fingertips and getting dangerously close to my sex. This massage didn't last long, but while she ran off to take a dip, I had stayed lying there with my pulse racing and my vagina starting to get wet. I had no doubt about my heterosexuality, but if Sara had continued with her massage of the most intimate areas, I highly doubt I would have made her stop. The beginning of excitement that Sara had provoked in me did not allow me to escape from everything and return to the sound of the sea. Obscene thoughts came to my mind and through my sunglasses I kept looking at the neighbors. I imagined that one of them would approach me and rub my buttocks like my friend had done before, that she would take off my bikini bottoms and caress my sex with the palm of her hand while I spread my legs to make it easier for her. He then inserted his index finger into my vagina and checked the humidity that he himself had caused in me with his caresses. He accompanied his index finger with his middle finger and accelerated the movement entering and leaving my body, producing that characteristic splashing sound that I so often heard in my wettest masturbations. Suddenly, the boy took out his fingers and began to play with them at the entrance of my anus, spreading my own flow around them. He placed his palm on my sex again, introducing two fingers again into my vagina and beginning to put pressure on my anus with his thumb. The flow deposited there made the operation easier for him and he quickly had the third of his fingers inside me. Then I moved them at a good speed, applying pressure as if I wanted to unite the ones that made my vagina vibrate with the one that produced that strange sensation of pleasure in my anus. That way I wouldn't last long and I would cum in seconds thanking that boy for his skill with his hands. I imagined the scene seen by my friends, perplexed by the exhibition we were giving them, dying of envy for not being the recipients of those wonderful fingers. I moaned openly, attracting the attention of more people, creating a circle of curious people around us who took photos and encouraged us to continue. Without having yet said a word, that boy stopped masturbating me to bring his penis closer to my sex and penetrate me violently with his hands on my waist and the audience encouraging him to do it to me faster. And he did not disappoint them, he began to attack me with such speed that I could not contain myself and I fell prey to a beautiful and applauded orgasm while my rider unloaded his masculinity inside me and our spectators gave us their most sincere congratulations. I suddenly woke up from my thoughts, the boy was no longer between my legs or on his towel, I assumed he had gone into the water. I decided to do the same thing, since the humidity of my sex was more than evident and it wouldn't hurt to soak it a little. I told the girls about my intention to take a bath but none of them wanted to get involved at that moment, so I went to the shore alone. Upon entering the water I felt a tremendous cold on my feet that made me stop, but it quickly became bearable and I continued my way further into the water. A little further to my right I could see the boy of my dreams, swimming with some friends and laughing out loud with them. Once the water reached above my waist, I gathered my courage and sank completely into the water, even getting my hair wet. After the initial impression, I could now swim happily, I went away to the left for a moment but there were a lot of people, so I went back to the right until I was close to where "my boy" was. Remembering what he had done to me in my ramblings made me very horny and I couldn't help but pass my hand over my bikini over my vulva. Because the water was quite dirty, no one could see what was happening below the surface, so I continued rubbing while looking at the boy and reminiscing about our sexual encounter. Shortly after, my hand was directly touching my sex, inside my bikini bottoms. I knew from experience that there was no turning back, so I moved a little further away from the people and went further in, to where the water literally reached my neck. There I had a few meters of safety from most of the bathers and I could touch myself without any fear. As I accelerated masturbation, images of that boy inserting his fingers into my body came to mind; I pushed the bikini aside with my left hand and began to penetrate myself with the index finger of my right. Then my heart joined in, as in my thoughts, and I moved them as fast as my posture allowed. A wave of excitement rose from the depths of my sex to my brain and I began to lose control of the situation. In a fit of madness I grabbed the bottom of the bikini with both hands and slid it down to my knees. Without thinking about the possible consequences, I put my two fingers back into my vagina and brought my left hand behind me to my anus. It wasn't going to be easy for me to insert my thumb while standing, so I tried it with my middle finger. I pressed slowly and the first phalanx inside me disappeared, a moment that I took advantage of to stop squeezing and relax my sphincter a little. When I was about to attack again, a wave made me lose my balance, so I had to forcefully dislodge all my orifices. With the back and forth, the bikini had almost gone to my feet, so I picked it up and wrapped it around my wrist as a scrunchie. The freedom of movement in my legs together with the absence of clothing, except for the bikini bra, provided me with a mixture of excitement, morbidity and fear that kept me in a state of great pre-climax. It was as if nothing existed but me and that sea, I didn't give importance to the fact that everyone could notice my situation, I couldn't stop moving my legs, swimming here and there, jumping, but always with one of my hands wildly rubbing my clitoris. The water was almost covering me, so instead of touching the bottom with my feet, I was floating with my head above the water and moving my legs so as not to sink. The more frenetic the movement of my hand was, the more frenetic the movement of my feet was, and the more morbidity gained ground over shame in my brain. I stopped rubbing and prepared to penetrate myself again, the fingers slipped into my vagina without any difficulty and the left index finger introduced its first phalanx into my anus. I returned to where I had left off before the big wave, to the state of pleasure that the anal intruder provided me. I pressed a little more and the finger entered knuckle-deep into my rear end. I began with inside-out penetration in both my vagina and my anus and my mind became clouded with enjoyment, I only saw bright stars and a lot of happiness. The fact of having to move my legs made it even more pleasurable and I was afraid that that feeling of absolute freedom and well-being would not last long, since the orgasm felt close. I didn't want it to end, but on the other hand, my masturbatory movements accelerated more and more. While I inserted my index and middle fingers in and out of my sex, I used my thumb to touch the clitoris, I felt waves of pleasure coming from both my vagina, my clitoris, and my anus. Then my strength said enough and completely collapsed before the terrible attack of a strong orgasm, confident and sure of its victory. I sank my finger to the deepest depths in my anus, I increased the masturbatory speed of my sex to the maximum, I clenched my teeth holding my breath and closed my eyes to receive the almighty orgasm that exploded my body with shocks, spasms and chills of such immense pleasure that I stopped kicking and ended up asking for mercy completely submerged. I came to the surface needing oxygen, breathing very deeply and with my heart still racing. I quickly looked around to make sure no one was looking at me and let out a sigh of tranquility and satisfaction. The boy was still there with his friends, not realizing what he had gotten me to do without even speaking to me. "You're very crazy... and very crazy," I said to myself, smiling. I put the bikini back in its place and, fully satisfied, I headed back to the towel to continue sunbathing in the Mediterranean sun and who knows if I could dream about that boy again.