Human Nature 1-2

by Lea

Chapter 1 – First step

Part 2 – Approach

All the weekend long, those angels never let my mind alone. Alain asked me questions about that smile, my beach days. He's wrong, it's not some bad mood or annoyance, that new energy it's arousal, fantasies, and weird images in my head and a bit of frustration. What should I say? How could he understand? I just invoke tiredness and a pain in the legs. My husband doesn't like that answer, I know I should have done some efforts. I'm not used to repulse my husband, never. But right now, I'm simply not able to satisfy him.

Monday night, I am so excited when I get out of work. As soon as I see the little blonde in the water, still far away, I walk faster. I offer a large smile to the mom and I settle down my towel a few meters from them. The girl is coming back when I'm undressing. She tells me hello with her perky voice. Those nice greetings make me shorten my swim session. Coming back to my towel, I notice that the girl is lying between her mom and me. She's looking at me while I spread the sunscreen. Her unceasing gaze makes me feel all things.

While the girl's bathing again, two families leave the beach. Only a young couple remains, too busy kissing to worry about us. Back in the arms of her mother, I hear her asking for permission. Just the time I turn my head, I see her bikini top falling down from her chest. It's only fair, I guess, now she's like her mom and I. But if it was all natural, why do I wish to snuggle against her. I threw my husband away and now I want to take care of those tiny breasts. I'm lost.

I try to read my book, but my eyes keep going on her folded legs. Her slit molded by her wet swimsuit continuously attracts my eyes. I know she's watching me through her half closed eyelids. But I can't help it. Her budding breasts, her sweet slit, this little minx is turning me on even if I don't understand why. And then, the girl caresses her belly before adjusting her swimsuit. Pushing down the crotch, she takes it off her slit. She does it so well that now there's enough space between her and the fabric to see her bare slit.

She doesn't withdraw her hand completely. While I'm admiring that perfect smooth pussy, she's playing with the tip of her middle finger around the top of her slit. This girl is everything but bashful. I'm not sure she's aware about the show she's giving to me and the effects it has on me. I suddenly remember we aren't alone. I nervously take a look at her mom. She's dozing without worrying about what's happening.

The girl closed her eyes. Her finger is still wandering here and there on her pussy. She's not really trying to masturbate. She just seems lost in her dreams, enjoying the heat of the sun on her skin and the tingle her finger is giving her. She doesn't care anymore about who's watching, she's all in her thoughts, in her wet thoughts. I have to struggle against my own hand who wants to run down to my pussy. My belly is melting in heat and wetness.

I'm hypnotized by this little nymph; by her finger whose the caresses are more precise. The girl lets out a gasp and suddenly opens her eyes. As if she has been surprised by her own sigh, by a sudden wave of pleasure stronger than the ones before. She doesn't make any more moves. Her mom should have heard her daughter. The girl shakes her head to answer her. No last swim today, she just puts a dress on and tells me goodbye with her hand and a shy smile.

Tonight I think about her, about them. In my tub I play with myself. I need it. Alain's still out at work. I must release my body from all this tension. It doesn't need too much time. I don't simply give me some pleasure; I explode in a terrific orgasm. So long since the last time it happened to me, sooo long.

I'm late at the beach the next day. Lots of work at the office and I wasn't that able to focus. I walk all along the beach, but no sign of the girl and her mom. I'll still take a dip, but I go back to home just after. What a terrible mood, how can I feel so bad? Alain is coming back very late but I don't make a move when I hear him. I pretend to sleep and I spend the night alone, on the couch in front of the TV.

Wednesday afternoon, I arrive at my usual place, but still no sign of the two blondes. I drop my bag, distressed, and then I hear that lovely pitched voice. My heart is racing. She's in the water, thirty or so meters further. And there, I feel like a teenage girl. I'm hesitating, wondering if I can go to join them or if I have to stay here. I get over those silly questions. Damn it, I'm a trader, a good one, I'm in charge of five employees and associate in my estate agency, and here, I shillyshally to know if I can go there and say hello. Just hello, that's not so hard to tell, what's wrong with me?

I follow the little blonde with my eyes while I walk to reach their place. They have strayed from our usual spot to nest in a small recess in the dune. I never followed the beach that far and I must admit that I should have. It's more private and quiet than where we were used to stop. Again, I am hesitating, but the blonde lady breaks the ice. "Hello, I was worrying you wouldn't see us, so I'm glad Noémie's seen you". I awkwardly answer hello, still a bit nervous. Silly, isn't it? This girl gave herself some pleasure in front of me and now I feel uncomfortable just talk to her. Noémie, the daughter, doesn't care; she welcomes me with a delicious happy hello.

Noémie, I like this name. She follows me when, as usual, I begin my beach time with a good long swim. She doesn't swim close to me but she waits me to return to our towels. And then begins our kind of ritual. Her mom dries her while I spread sunscreen all over my body. My breasts are still white so I take a special care of them. Noémie seems to enjoy watching me while I do so. I must confess it makes me all things too.

The mom is watching me too. So I take my time and I relish each rub of my fingers on every part of my body. I don't spend too much time ending with my lower belly, but the tingle my fingers just sent me all over my body makes me blush.

I hardly dare to look up at them. Yet, there's nothing mocking in their smile. On the contrary, they almost seem thankful for my trust, for sharing such a private moment. In the eyes of the mom, I seem to also see a bit of lust. I should worry, but I don't. In fact, I find that rather titillating. Who knows why.

I try to dive in my book, not sure I'll finish it someday. One chapter later, I look at the girl who goes swimming. When they are back, the mom dries herself while her daughter takes her swimsuit off. I nervously check the surroundings, but I can't see anyone. This spot is really private, for sure. The girl still prefers to sit on her towel. Her mother doesn't object, she just sits next to her and wipes the sand off her skin. The girl decides to put her dress now, a short beach dress which hardly hides her bum.

Noémie then takes the towel and then returns the favor to her mom. She gently rubs her mom's body before she drops the towel. She takes off every grain of sand from the cute round breasts of her mother. I see her fingers wander over the nipples that harden quickly. Yet, she doesn't linger there and goes down her belly and her bikini bottom. She then, all naturally, seizes the hem of the panties and she slides them down the thin legs. The mom doesn't even protest, she just lifts her bum up and watches her daughter undressing her.

Again, I can't help myself but check the surroundings. It seems nobody is able to see us. When my eyes come back to them, the girl is already brushing the tiny tuft of pubic hairs. This lady is so blond everywhere; it makes me ashamed of my own dark bush. Her slit is as smooth as her daughter. I can't avert my eyes from her intimacy. For a second, I think about Alain and his face if I would depilate myself like that. The second, I realize that this is not as a husband I think to him. A second later, I realize that it is not as a husband I think of him. It is disturbing to think about him here and now.

A gasp draws me out of my thoughts. Noémie's fingers have slipped on the slit of her mother and extorted a sigh of pleasure mixed with surprise. Another gasp, the daughter takes her fingers off her mother's pussy. For the first time I can see the mom blushing. Even her daughter's doesn't seem as confident as before. Suddenly, I'm not so sure about that special relationship between those two. They seem more like discovering things, as much as I do.

The lady grabs her coat and puts it on. Then, seeing her daughter still doubtful, she filed a tender kiss on her lips. It's not a lover's kiss. It's a motherly kiss. Not just a motherly kiss but a real big one with all the tenderness, the love and the respect she feels for her daughter. There's nothing sexual, it's all sensual. Since that moment, I keep thinking about my daughter, me, and last time we have shared this kind of kiss. I'm even not sure we ever shared one.