The Competition - Chapter 5 - Beach

Oct 26, 2026

The sand was hot against the soles of my feet and the sun had a dense, white heat that pressed into the top of my shoulders. The waves crashed with a steady hiss, loud enough that I had to lean closer to Max whenever we spoke. Considering he smelled like sandalwood and blushed bright red every time my breasts pressed against his shoulder, I was more than happy with the arrangement.

“I think this is it…” Julie said, looking back at us with a smile. She had been leading the way for a little while now, moving her ass with that slow swing of her hips I was so familiar with. She’d worn her tiniest bikini bottoms again, her ass completely just…there; shameless and on display. I’d caught Max sneaking glances more than once. And to be honest, I was looking, too. “Does anyone speak Spanish?” she asked, looking at the sign ahead of us. It read:

ESTA SECCIÓN DE LA PLAYA ES DE ROPA OPCIONAL.

Behind the carved wooden sign that bore the message, a pathway through the rocks led to a new section of the beach. Julie didn’t wait for our answer, disappearing between the rocks. I lingered a moment longer with Max at the sign.

“You know what this is, right?”

“No idea,” Max said, looking from the sign to the rocks. “Should I be worried? Are you guys going to harvest my organs?”

I laughed. “Nothing like that. It’s just I know Julie, and–”

“Guys!” she shouted. “Hurry up! I need to work on getting rid of my tanlines!”

I raised my eyebrows, giving Max a look that said now do you understand? He looked at me quizzically, still not comprehending what I had figured out the moment Julie told us she wanted to go to a special beach she had read about. I didn’t need to read Spanish to know what kind of beach it was…

By the time we reached her, she had already found an area near the curve of the rocks. The sand here was a little coarser than the main beach, and apart from a few people in the distance, we were the only people here. Julie placed her towel onto the sand with a dramatic flick of her wrist and bent at the hips to smooth out the corners, momentarily pushing out her ass enough that I could see the soft shape of her bikini from the back. When she turned toward us, she was already untying the strings of her top.

I tried to look away, but I couldn’t.

Max seemed to be having the same problem.

She didn’t rush, and she showed no sign of embarrassment. She just slipped the bow loose and let the fabric fall into her hands like she’d been waiting all morning to take it off. Her breasts settled naturally as the bikini loosened, a slight bounce as she shifted her weight, effortless and confident. The light caressed her honey-colored skin, and she opened her mouth a little, her bottom lip wet with saliva. Whether she was aware of our staring or not, she knelt down on the towel, and her breasts–now completely exposed–bounced again from the movement, her nipples hard despite the heat of the day.

“There,” she said, turning to me with a grin, a few strands of hair falling across her face. “That’s better. So freeing.”

I nodded. Less than twenty four hours into our little competition and she already had her tits out.

Classic Julie.

“Are you not going to join me?” she asked.

I shook my head and placed my hands on my upper chest, pulling the skin taut enough that it made my boobs rise slightly. “I like my tanlines. I think they’re sexy.”

She rolled her eyes and gave me a look that said your funeral and then lay out on her back, her breasts settling on her chest as she closed her eyes and opened her legs slightly. She looked incredible, but I had my own plan.

I spread my towel beside hers and knelt down, adjusting my hair, rolling my shoulders so my bikini top tightened around the heavy curve of my own breasts, pushing them together, making them bulge in the fabric. I looked up at Max from my position on my knees, my face momentarily only inches from his cock, my cleavage heaving but my breasts still covered, knowing that sometimes the tease was the most fun part.

“You can sit down too, you know,” I teased.

“Yeah, of course,” he chuckled. “Sorry, I was just admiring the view.” He dropped his towel and then realized what he had said. “I meant the view of the ocean!”

“We know what you meant,” Julie said with a grin, her breasts still out. She fished a bottle of lotion out of her tote bag and allowed it to ooze out into the palm of her hand. “It really is a perfect little spot, isn’t it?”

Max nodded, gazing at the horizon, utilizing every muscle in his body not to stare at Julie as she worked the cream into her beasts, smoothing her palms upward, pressing the flesh, and then letting them bounce back into position. She sighed slightly as she did it, arching her back, biting her lip–basically everything she could think of short of slipping her hand beneath her bikini bottoms and fucking herself.

What a slut.

(She looked incredible.)

But she was giving too much away too early, I was sure of it, so I leaned back on my beach towel and closed my eyes, letting the sun wash over me as I tried not to think about the last time I was fucked…

It was that guy at the gaming convention, wasn’t it? He complimented your cosplay and you complimented him back and then you found a little corner where you showed him how you made the costume have easy to access certain areas and so he–

“Sarah?” Julie said. “Did you hear me?”

“Oh, uh, what?” I asked, sitting up a little and shaking my head, trying to clear the memory. To my embarrassment, my nipples were hard, visible through the thin fabric of my bikini. I considered covering them, but it only would have made it more obvious.

Julie rolled her eyes. “I said ‘what shall we do tonight?’ We promised to show Max a good time, remember?”

I looked at him. He sat with his elbows on his knees, shoulders slightly hunched, staring out at the water with concentration. He shifted on his towel under my gaze, tugging the fabric a fraction closer.

“Of course I remember. I think he’s having a pretty good time right now anyway, right? Sitting on the beach surrounded by two half naked women.” I laughed. “Like…you’re not mad about it, right?”

He nodded. “Yeah, not mad at all.”

“See?” I smiled, shifting slightly and enjoying the slow recoil of my breasts. “What more do we need?”

Julie flipped over onto her front, wiggling her ass from side to side slightly. “I can think of a few things…”