Human Nature 1-1

by Lea

Chapter 1 - First step

Part 1 - Another way

My daughter's summer camp, my husband spends most of his time at work to try to get, this year, at least one week of vacation, I got into the habit of going alone to the beach in the evening after work. It's not that it bothers me; in fact I rather like it. Nothing to take care about except my tan and the book I devour. I have my little routine. People are starting to leave the beach at this time and I easily find a place. My bag under my arm, I take the second driveway to cross the dune. Five minutes walk and I finally get to my quiet corner. The last families remaining on the beach are about to leave while I settle down. I have nothing against the crowd, but I prefer it in stores rather than on the beach. I have all the space I want to spread my towel, always a little behind.

The sun begins its descent and I shiver on entering the water. I am not chilly and I like to swim a quarter of an hour to get rid of the grime and stress of my day at the office. When I get out of the water, there's no more than one family or two. Tonight there is only one. Mom and Dad admire their two little boys who are splashing at the edge of the water. One good twenty meters behind them, I collapse on my towel purring with contentment. We are Tuesday and Alain won't be back home till late tonight. So I have plenty of time to bask in the sun. I even prepared a salad for snacking.

It's only when I open my book that I hear a small acute voice chortling few meters from me. A mother and daughter are in discussion a few meters from me. I'm surprised they are installed backwards like me. They don't even notice me as they are immersed in their exciting discussion. So I focus on my book. When I come to the end of the second chapter, the girl passes by me running. I looked up a few moments to follow her as she jumps into the water. I can't repress my curiosity and a peek in back, I spy the mom who watches her daughter with infinite tenderness. I then noticed that the woman is tanning topless.

I jump when I hear the girl screaming near me while running to her mother. I treat myself an idiot to jump like that; I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm even touched to see the joy of this little girl when she jumps into the arms of her mother. The mum tries to escape the wet hug. Too late, the little blonde is already pressing herself against her mother. The both of them are laughing heartily. However, as touching as the scene is, there's an "I don't know what" that intrigues me.

My eyes come and go from my book to the girl. Hard to concentrate on my reading when I see the mother, in the most natural way, helping her daughter to get rid of her bikini top. The little one only has two halves apricot as a breast. So why do I find those budding breasts so appealing? Maybe because they remind me Sandra, my own daughter. Or maybe it's the way her mom is rubbing them with the towel. I don't really understand but oddly I wish I was her mother to be close to her.

I jump again. Maybe the mother felt my gaze on her, anyway now she's sending it back to me with a gentle smile. There's nothing threatening in this regard, there's even a kind of "between moms we understand". So I treat myself an idiot to jump again and, awkwardly, return the friendly smile. My attention is drawn to the sea where the two boys squeal while their parents prepare to leave. Coming back, I have the time to see only a part of the naked behind of the girl who's standing in front of her mom while she's pulling up a terry cloth shorts on her. Just after she puts on a tee-shirt and, without knowing why, I return to my book with a strange feeling of slight disappointment.

In turn, mother and daughter leave the beach when I start eating my salad. I left shortly thereafter and while I drive back to home, the image of the chest of the young blonde keeps coming to my mind.

The next day, I have to walk a little more than usual, it happens on Wednesdays. There are still people and parking places are missing. But even if walking's needed, I go to my usual place. I'm glad to see that the mother and her daughter are there. Why it delights me, I cannot say. But this little pleasure is enough for me. There are still five families on the beach when I get out of the water. While drying myself with the towel, I take a look on the neighbor mom. I didn't tan topless since I got married. But now, oddly I feel like to try it again. I hesitate.

I arrived a little earlier today and the sun is still warm. It makes me return to the water one last time. There are more than two families settled against the edge of the water when I come back to my towel. Another peek on the mom behind me and I decide to drop the top of my bikini. Then it takes me several minutes of reading my book to dare glance the neighbor mom. As her daughter runs to jump into the water, I take my chance. And there, like yesterday, she's smiling at me with her gaze full of understanding and consent. I dare not more than a nod to say hello.

The girl swims a few minutes before returning to her mother. Meanwhile, one of the two families withdrew from the beach. Amused, I look at the poor dad with a bag hanging from each hand and an umbrella under his arm while the kids run after the games to extend the day. I turn on my belly pursuing them with my gaze and then I immerse myself in my book a few moments. Just until the girl come back to her mother who is ready, this time. The mum tends to her daughter a towel and wraps her in.

Mom assists her daughter to dry while she settles between her legs. Like the day before, the mother undid her bikini top before rubbing her. I try to be more discreet. From where I am, I just need look up to see them. Still, I'm caught in flagrante delicto spying when the girl gets up to let her mother drag her panties down her legs. A smile and the little blonde turns her back. I must admit that I fall in swoon at her white bouncing bum.

Caught again, the mummy's smile is so spontaneous, that I don't take my eyes away from them until the girl get dressed. I do not know why this vision inspires me so much emotion, but when leaving the beach, ten minutes after them, I feel that little tingle in my belly that makes me ashamed.

On Thursday, I'm used to directly go back home. But today, I go straight to the beach. Today, the blond mum and her daughter greet me more frankly when I settle down my towel a few meters away from them. Yesterday night, Alain was puzzled to see how full of energy I was. How to tell him it is because of this woman and those weird harmless glimpses we exchange. After all, there's nothing wrong, just a few smiles, some collusion in our gazes, things that make me feel as a woman and not only as a wife nor a mother. And to be true, it's a good feeling.

I worked while my lunch break to get a little earlier. The beach is still a little crowded but I don't mind. Today I don't hesitate for a second, as soon as I get out of the water, I take off my bikini top and I coat my breast with sunscreen. At least, I'm the one who surprised the blondes and not the opposite. I did not think about giving a show, but it seems that I captured their attention. My nipples send me back to reality, I just brush them lightly but that's enough to tingle all over till my pussy. What an idiot I am. Another woman and a girl, really? What the hell is wrong with me?

Yet, I can't restrain myself from peeking on them. Even when the girl goes into the water, it's hard to take my eyes off her and concentrate on my book. Chapter 4, I must be dreaming, I should have finished this book yesterday. But this girl is pretty. She's as blonde as my daughter is brown and they should have about the same age. I haven't been able to watch Doriane lately. But I did see that under her shirts, small spikes began to grow. After her last swim, almost no one remains on the beach when the girl returned to her mother. Her mom isn't fast enough and the she jumps on her like the other day.

The sun's still warm; the mother does not fight off her daughter while she rubs her little wet body against hers. I do not know why my eyes are drawn to the breast of the mother. Her nipples are pointing proudly, because of the coolness of the water I guess. It's a bit weird to see this woman's chest all excited against the skin of her daughter. Weird and thrilling. As much as looking at her while she strips her daughter naked. After the bikini top, the girl obediently raises her bum to allow her mother to slid her panties down. The little blonde throws me a glance as she sits down between her mom's legs. There is nothing embarrassed or awkward in her eyes. Rather curious, as if she wanted to be sure I look.

It would be difficult for me to look elsewhere. Thus seated, slightly turned in my direction, the blonde gives me a good view on her smooth pussy. I should look away but this girl captivates me. I do not know if it's just the girl; the proudly way she looks at me offering her nakedness or how her mother exhibits the charms of her daughter. Anyway I must admit that this situation titillates me more than it should, way more. The mom takes her time to dry her daughter's skin. My own nipples harden and it's not because of a sudden freshness.

Finally, she puts the towel aside and helps her little girl to slip on a beach dress. However, the girl does not rise. Her legs still slightly open, she immodestly exposes her slit while her mother's brushing her hair. In her eyes as blue as the sky I see nothing other than pleasure and pride. She sees the effect she's having on me and, in her gaze, I can read how proud she is. There is no mockery or malice in her eyes. She's proud that I enjoy the show and partly thankful that I do so. Her mother isn't either shocked or disdainful about my interest in her daughter. There's still understanding and complicity in her eyes.

The girl does not put anything on more before leaving the beach. I wonder if they offer this show to anyone else. Not that I'm jealous, but while I'm driving back home, I keep questioning myself about that strange relationship between this mother and her daughter. I can't imagine that a mother and her daughter, especially that young, could be lovers. Perhaps it is a new game as much for them than for me.

The next day, end of the week, I do not work in the afternoon. I'm not surprised to not see my new "friends" when I get to the beach. It is still early in the afternoon and it's a real. There's still is room in the rear of the beach, away from the water, away from the whining and splashing kids. I dive in my book and, time to time, I take a look on kids and parents. None of them caught my attention as the blonde did. I laugh at myself, I am falling in love with a twelve years old girl at most.

I swim for the third time today. It's so warm and the water is so refreshing. I only notice them when I pass the last row of tourists. The girl's taking off her T-shirt and jeans. She already wears her bikini. So she's not all the time naked under her clothes. Then I notice that they have seen my things and they settled down theirs closer than usual. Both greet me with a happy hello. My hello is more stuttered and shy. I'm really glad to see them and delighted to see them happy too.

The little blonde isn't waiting any longer and runs diving in the sea. Her mother follows her a few moments later and I watch them both swimming for twenty minutes or so. Thinking about it, it must be five pm and the parking lot must be full. I wonder if they are on vacation in a campsite nearby. Back to their towels, the mother, topless, immediately covers her chest with sunscreen. The girl helps her taking care of her back. She takes her time and I confess that I'd love to feel her delicate little fingers on my bare skin too. The young blonde catches me staring them. She smiles at me and presses her massage a little more. With her playful gaze, this little minx is turning me on. With her eyes still on me, she ends her massage by a tender kiss on the neck of her mother.

While the girl is covering herself with sunscreen, I spread some on my breasts. We all are peeping at each other. I understand how much it's pleasurable and exciting to give this kind of show. I take my time to well knead my breasts, taking care of my nipples too, of course. It's hard not to sigh with pleasure, I feel my cheeks blushing. Anyway, even if I'm really ashamed of my boldness, I'm proud about the effect I can read in their eyes.

We are closer to each other, but not enough to discuss. I find it reassuring this way. The light wind and the waves, children, all those noises prevent me from hearing conversations between mother and daughter. It makes me envious to see them talking so easily. I have so much trouble to extract the words from the mouth of Doriane. The girl goes swimming several times while I keep trying to concentrate on my book and the beach is slowly emptied. Every time the mom welcomes her daughter between her legs and she wraps her in a towel. They are so close, there's so much tenderness and respect between the both of them, it's hard not to be touched.

Six pm and I go to my last swim. Back on my towel I quickly rub myself. There are only three families, all close to the water. On the other side, the mom's reading an English book and the girl is staring at me. I slow my movements, and then, even if I don't really need it, I spread sunscreen on my body again. Nobody but the little blonde is looking at me. I sit down, slightly turned towards the girl and I let my hands running all over my body.

I never thought I was a beauty, maybe cute. I'm not fat, my body just has some curves. My breasts still are firm and round. I gently play with them before going down to my belly. Even if I'm not as thin as I'd like to be, as thin as the blond mom is, my body's still firm and muscular enough to makes me proud of it. A bit lost in my thoughts, lost in this little titillating game, I play with the edge of my swimsuit bottom. I push it down my belly stopping just where my pubic hairs begin. Pursuing down by my thighs, I raise my head and I smile to the girl. She's not hiding from staring at me. She's just observing me as if it was all natural to do so.

I then notice her mom is looking at me too. Her smile is as sweet as her daughter's. I always paid attention to the body language, the nonverbal conversations. But here, with them, never I had such a real talking only based on smiles and gazes. I always paid attention to the body language, the nonverbal conversations. But never had I understood somebody so well only with gazes and facial expressions. Maybe I only see what I want to see. Anyway, I like what I see in their eyes, I like the way they look at me.

The last family leaving the beach crosses the girl who's running to the sea. She swims for a few minutes and then comes back to her mother's arms. We're almost alone at the beach now. Our first neighbors are this couple, fifty meters away from us. The girl must have seen it because before sitting down between her mother's legs, she completely gets rid of her bikini. She's standing, stark naked, in front of her mother who's devouring her with her eyes. So do I. Then she settles down between the thighs of her mom, her own legs opened for my eyes greatest pleasure.

The mom rubs her daughter's head with the towel making her hair a pretty mess of blond curls. She then expels all the water drops from the skin of her daughter. While the girl takes the towel to dry her own feet, her mom takes the opportunity to spread the moisturizer on her back. The little blonde smiles and puts her back against her mom's belly. Hands slide naturally on the belly of the girl. Fingers play with the small belly button and the kid purrs. The little one is slouched against her mom, she's fully relaxed even if she's also fully exposed. By dint of her smile, I know she's still aware of me, of my sight.

She, no they just don't care. I'd even say, they accept me into the circle of their intimacy. The mom's fingers are running here and there on her belly, sometimes they brush her tiny tits, sometimes her Venus mound. The girl giggles, squirms but she mainly enjoys this gentle hug. Every time the fingers touch the smooth slit, the girl sighs and so do I. Her own emotions contaminate me. I feel so hot inside. My own breathing is so heavy. I look at this mom who's finally putting a dress on her daughter and I still don't understand how they are able to confuse me that way.

The more I observe them, the less I have doubts about their relationship. Those two are really, really close. Way more than I am with my own daughter. Maybe way more than it morally should be. But I'm not shocked, I should be, I'd have to be. But no, this couple is wonderfull to me and I can't restrain myself from being envious. Even if we wouldn't be as close as them, I wish there was such tenderness and respect between my daughter and I. I have so many questions about my daughter, what if...