Ashley’s Diary — Sunday, May 3, 2009 (archives)

My boyfriend and I frolicked on the beach until sunset!  My “duct tape bikini” lasted, amazingly, all day.  I almost lost it in the water, but luckily, it floats, so I found it and put it back on.  Since it was just a circle of tape — two pieces, actually, with their sticky sides together — it didn’t really stay in place.  Most of the time, I just wore it around my waist as a belt.  But when the Beach Patrol came by, I moved it into its proper position, exactly covering my pussy.  Rules are rules, I guess.

When we finally left the beach, I decided my duct tape bikini had fulfilled its mission, and so I tossed it in the trash.  It was getting dark, so I didn’t mind the short walk back to the car in the nude.

As soon as we got to the car, I looked for my t-shirt, but I couldn’t find it.  I asked my boyfriend what he did with it, but he seemed genuinely mystified by its disappearance.

“Maybe you left it at the beach,” he said.  “What did you do with it when we left the hardware store?”

“I think I ran it back to the car,” I said.  “I remember being so happy to finally be able to take it off, and enjoy the sunshine.”

“That’s right!” he said.  “You took it off right there in the store.”

Together, we ran back to the store, and tried the door.  It was locked.  We peered in the window.  There it was, right on the counter in the store.  The nice old man had been saving it for me.

“Maybe I could just wrap a towel around me,” I said.

“Sure,” said my boyfriend.  “I’m sorry about your shirt.”  He looked me up and down, and smiled.  I smiled, too, and held his hand.

When we got to the car, we found all the towels were not only wet, but full of sand.  It was no use trying to shake one out, the sand just clung to it.

“It’s OK,” I said, kissing him on the lips.  I don’t mind being naked with you.  I sat down next to him and we were off.  When he put his hand on my leg, I snuggled up to him.  When he felt my pussy, he didn’t seem surprised it was wet.  He gently stroked my inner lips, dipping his fingers into me every now and then to replenish the juices.  I wonder if he could tell when I came?  I don’t think so, because I kept myself under control.  Each time it happened, I just snuggled a little more.

The drive was like being on a cloud; I was disappointed when we arrived.  “Would you like to come in?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said, without thinking.

He took me by the hand, opened his door, and said he was home, and that I was with him.  His big brother, little sister, mom and dad were all in the house, and that’s when I suddenly remembered I was stark naked!

“You look cold, dear,” said his mom.

Instinctively, I covered my breasts.  My boyfriend’s favorite joke when he sees a girl’s nipples is to comment on how cold she must be.

“No, I mean your lips are blue,” she explained.  “Let me find something for you to wear.”  She disappeared up the stairs, leaving me, naked, to say hi to my boyfriend’s dad and siblings.  Soon, she came down with a flannel pajama top which must have belonged to my boyfriend’s little sister.  I thanked her, and put it on, but I couldn’t button it, because it was too small for me.  I felt ridiculous, but my boyfriend’s family thought it was just fine, so I accepted it.

“Would you like something to eat?” his mom asked.

“No, that’s OK,” I said, despite my ravenous hunger.  I always feel that way after a day at the beach.

“Let’s play Life!” said my boyfriend’s little sister.  She was a cute kid, about 14 years old, I guessed.  (My boyfriend later told me she’s almost 17.)  She was wearing a t-shirt so long it covered whatever shorts or panties she might have been wearing.

“Sure,” I said.  As she brought out the game, we kids sat around it, cross-legged.  The little girl lifted her shirt up so she could cross her legs, and I saw she wasn’t wearing anything under it.  She caught me looking between her legs, and smiled at me.  I smiled back, secretly pleased I wasn’t the only bottomless girl, and quite relieved that this family seems to think it’s perfectly OK for girls to be bottomless.  My boyfriend sat next to me, and kissed me a lot, and did other things to me that made me a little uncomfortable.  You see, I have this way of broadcasting my excitement when I’m bottomless, which I thought might be inappropriate in front of his family.  But he kept fondling me, and it felt so good, I eventually gave into it.  I grabbed him and kissed him, and it seemed to make him go wild.  He forgot all about the game of Life, and grabbed me by the legs, spreading them apart, and dove his face between them.  He licked me from my asshole to my pussy, and back again in a way I can only describe as indescribable!  Then he turned me over on my hands and knees, and …


Once again, two pretty girls for the price of one!

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