The day was bright and clear, not a cloud in sight over the Hen Peninsula, the relentless sun's rays burning fiercely on the skin. Yet, Leo and Selena, along with their friends, spent a delightful morning at the beach, high on life and delighting in the surf.
Leo was taken aback by Selena's swimming prowess, a skill she'd picked up in high school gym classes. Leo, a landlubber himself, started in the shallows with the rest of the gang. As Selena and a few others daringly ventured deeper, those who weren't comfortable swimmers, including Leo, stayed back to build sandcastles.
Among the girls, Selena and Taylor were the most striking, both in beauty and in their enticing figures. They were a sight to behold in their swimsuits – Selena, in her pristine white one-piece, and Taylor in a soft red ensemble that accentuated their curvaceousness and sensuality, drawing the gaze of every male around.
As Selena frolicked in the water, with Wilson and others joining in the fun, playful touches were exchanged under the guise of fun and games. Taylor and another friend, who were not strong swimmers, were taken under the wing of a couple of guys keen to teach them to float. The 'lessons' provided ample opportunity for hands to wander over thighs and rear ends. Feeling left out and bored, Leo kicked at the sand.
"Hey!" Shirley sat down beside him. "Aren't you swimming?"
"I can't swim," Leo admitted with a smile.
"Your girlfriend is really pretty," Shirley said. She was dressed in a light blue swimsuit with a flouncy skirt.
"Mmm," Leo agreed. "You should be careful that the other guys don't snatch her away," she teased, playing with her skirt. "All the boys in her class are eyeing her."
"Including your Wilson?" Leo joked back.
"He wouldn't dare!" Shirley retorted with a playful bite of her teeth.
As they talked, they looked towards the sea. Selena and her friends were nowhere to be seen. "Come on," Shirley said. "I'll teach you to swim." Leo felt a bit awkward at the prospect of a girl teaching him, but Shirley took his hand and led him into the water.
Elsewhere, Selena and Wilson had managed to swim away from the others to a secluded spot deep in the water, at least 150 meters from the shore. They kissed and explored each other's bodies, knowing that nobody would see them in the deep water. Wilson teasingly pinched Selena's breasts. Selena, with her legs apart to keep afloat, let him reach down to her private parts.
"Don't go too far," Selena panted. "We still have to swim back."
Their intimate moment was interrupted by a call from a fellow classmate, forcing them to separate. They helped the exhausted friend back to the shore, and as revenge for his interruption, Selena and Wilson playfully dunked him into the water, before laughing and running onto the beach.
Selena reunited with Leo, just as one of the boys suggested a change of scenery after a picnic lunch on the beach. "There's a beautiful coral reef not far from here," he announced. "And the best part is, it's deserted."
They ate their lunch on the beach, the sun casting long shadows. Leo finished his meal quickly and took out the sunscreen, gently applying it on Selena, which made the others look on with envy.
As soon as they had cleared the leftovers, they set off for the coral reef. The sight of the endless rocky formations along the shoreline took As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and red, the group decided to head towards a different destination after a quick meal on the beach. "There's an incredible stretch of coral reefs not too far from here," one of the boys explained, "And the best part? It's secluded." Intrigued by the proposition, they devoured their packed lunches, and without bothering to change out of their swimwear, jumped into their vehicles and took off.
Arriving at a place known as Wanliton, their eyes widened in awe at the sight of an extensive rocky shoreline. The group was quick to park their vehicles, eager to explore the rocky landscape. The coral reefs stood tall and sharp, a sight to behold as they stretched far and wide, standing waist-high. There was a joyous atmosphere as the group huddled together for photos, their laughter echoing across the beach.
Leo, with Selena by his side, made their way towards the shoreline. Selena, always the adventurous one, was excited at the prospect of diving into the water. Just then, one of their friends approached, asking to borrow Selena for another round of photos. Leo watched as she was led away, her laughter mixing with the sound of crashing waves. He then began to navigate his way around the reefs, careful not to slip on the sharp rocks. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him and turned to find Shirley. Offering his hand, he helped her navigate the rugged terrain.
Meanwhile, the boys continued to take turns posing with Selena for photos, occasionally taking the liberty to touch her playfully. Eventually, she ended up with Wilson, who led her away from the crowd to a secluded spot. He wasted no time pulling her into a passionate kiss, continuing their earlier escapades, this time pushing his hand under her swimsuit.
On the other side of the reef, Leo and Shirley were also engaged in their own intimate moment, hidden behind a large rock. Overcome with passion, Leo pushed aside Shirley's swimsuit and entered her. They remained vigilant, constantly scanning their surroundings to ensure they remained unnoticed. Little did they know, their lovers were engaged in similar clandestine activities.
While they thought they were clever in their secret escapades, unbeknownst to them, a high-powered telescope was capturing their every move. Meanwhile, Taylor and Dy were having a blast exploring the rocky terrain with their male friends, albeit annoyed by the sharp edges of the rocks. They decided to change back into their clothes, but the salty residue on their bodies made it an uncomfortable task. Looking around, they found themselves in a desolate area with no fresh water in sight to wash off the saltiness.
Engaged in a predicament, Taylor spotted a small coastal guard station across the road. "Let's borrow their bathroom," Taylor suggested. They hopped back into the car, retrieved their towels and cover-ups, crossed the road, and headed towards the military outpost. It was a solitary unit, guarding this desolate coastline in solitude. Two guards stood at the entrance, piqued by the sight of two young women approaching them. Duty-bound, one of the guards halted them. "What's up?" he barked, his voice booming.
"Sorry, soldier," Taylor approached closer with Dy by her side, explaining, "We…" Perhaps she got a little too close for comfort, causing the soldier to tense up and point his rifle towards them. Both Taylor and Dy jumped at this sudden move. The guard extended his rifle, gesturing them to step back. Misunderstanding his intentions, the rifle's muzzle grazed Taylor's ample bosom. "Ouch!" she yelped, clutching her chest and giving the guard a stern look. The poor soldier, a man of simple means, was flustered and didn't know how to react. Dy, visibly upset, accused him while the other guard tried to intervene, insisting his colleague didn't mean to offend. A brouhaha ensued. "What's all the ruckus about?" came a stern reprimand from within the station.
"Sir, yes sir!" The two guards stood at attention. Out came a hulking man, bare-chested save for a military vest. "Are you the commanding officer? Perfect," Dy stated, "We want to lodge a complaint. Your soldier harassed us." "Let it go…" Taylor attempted to calm Dy.
"What seems to be the problem?" The commanding officer asked. Dy angrily recounted their intent to use the bathroom and how his soldiers had mistreated Taylor. "Ethan!" the commanding officer called out. "Yes, sir!" The soldier who had bumped into Taylor's chest answered. "Apologize to the ladies and escort them to the bathroom."
Ethan responded in affirmation, but Dy was not placated: "Is an apology all it takes?" Taylor tried to ease Dy's anger, but she insisted the commanding officer should punish Ethan. Ethan looked at his superior in fear. However, the officer was reluctant to penalize his soldier over such a minor incident. After a moment's consideration, he gave Ethan an order.
"First, take this lady to the bathroom," he pointed at Taylor, then turned to Dy, "Would you mind joining me in my office, ma'am? We have some matters to discuss."
With a divide-and-conquer strategy, he dispatched the easier-to-deal-with Taylor to shower while dealing with the fiery Dy. Once inside his office, the commanding officer gently closed the door behind them. He offered Dy a seat on a wicker couch across from him and began to brew some tea, trying to soothe her with kind words. Dy happened to love tea, and this particular brew was to her liking. The commanding officer's amiable behavior started to soften her resolve. Satisfied to see Dy enjoying the tea, he suggested she relax and savor her tea in the office while waiting for Taylor. Dy happily agreed.
Back at the shower, Ethan led Taylor to the rudimentary bathing area behind the barrack. "I'm sorry, we only have cold water," he said. "That's fine, a quick rinse will do," Taylor responded. The shower area was partitioned into individual stalls without any doors. Ethan stepped out, though he was wise enough not to return to his post. After a three-year stint in the army, even a sow would look like a beauty queen. And here he had the enchanting Taylor. Listening to the sound of cascading water from the shower, he couldn't resist sneaking back in. Using the partitions for cover, he slithered his way to a spot where he could catch a glimpse of Taylor. She was now completely nude, allowing the water to flow over her body from head to toe. She slowly rotated her body, presenting Ethan a tantalizing view of her alluring figure.
With her head tilted back and eyes shut, Taylor reveled in the cooling stream of water cascading over her. The wet droplets traced the curves of her full breasts, their pink peaks standing firm, down to her willowy arms and slender waist that coiled like a snake. Her rear, round and tantalizing, was accentuated by a seductive crevice, leading to her creamy, long legs. Every time she turned, her intimate veil of feminine mystique came into view.
Ethan, spellbound, watched from a distance, his arousal growing harder in his hand. Unable to contain his desire, he freed himself from the confines of his pants, surrendering to self-indulgence. With every second, his hand moved vigorously along his length, bringing him closer to her, and to his own edge. Eventually, he found himself at the doorway of the shower.