A Tempting Vacation Ch. 07

Amy looked around once again, still glad to see no one was paying any attention to them, the closest were two very attractive college age girls, but they were at least 25 or 30 yards away. She felt confident in proceeding with her devious scheme. She glanced down the beach once more, expecting to see Beth strolling toward them at any minute. Amy wasn't certain Beth would come, but there had seemed to be some unspoken connection between them at the bar, and she didn't think Beth would pass up this opportunity, especially after the way she had tormented Ron earlier in the morning.

Turning her attention back to Ron, Amy finished using her finger-nail clippers on the thin material of his trunks. She could see his lovely cock peeking through the tiny gapping seam opened by her handy-work. She had managed to clip through both the outer cotton blend material, as well as most of the mesh lining. There were still some remaining threads holding the incision together and keeping Ron's cock firmly in place.

Ron could not believe Amy was actually cutting a hole in his shorts to get to his dick. It was evident that she was not going to stop, and he was trapped too securely to make her quit. She was right about him not wanting to draw a crowd, so he decided to keep quiet and try to enjoy her boldness as best he could. He was thankful that she had buried him such that his head was at a good angle to view her actions. He couldn't see much up or down the beach, but his line of vision to the front was excellent. The beach bag and towel shielding the sun, and the cool sand encasing his body worked well to make him rather comfortable. He looked on as Amy glanced to her left, then to her right, before inserting her hand into the newly formed outlet for his cock.

Amy slipped her fingers beneath the base of his dick and began to pull it up, away from his body. The remaining threads offered very little resistance to Ron's rock hard prick. Watching it emerge from the material reminded Amy of the way a long, fat Italian sausage slips free from its encasing. She moved slightly to shield the view from the girls nearby, then Amy grasped both hands around Ron's shaft and pulled it up perpendicular to his body.

"God, your dick looks big, just jutting up from the sand all alone like this." Amy whispered, almost as if to herself, before she leaned her face closer and flicked her tongue across his pulsing head.

"Eeeww, you taste like sand." Amy said after licking down the length of his shaft. She looked down the beach and saw a girl pushing a frozen lemonade cart, "Stay right there while I run get some water to wash you off with." Amy giggled at her instruction for Ron to stay put as she pulled the beach blanket back over his crotch.

Seeing the blanket tented up over his cock, Ron said, "Amy, you can't leave me like this, what if somebody walks by and steps on my dick?"

Amy laughed, assessed the situation, then knelt back down and started maneuvering the sand around Ron's cock. Luckily, the angle at which his body was positioned beneath the sand enabled her to pack a small amount of sand around Ron's hips and more adequately conceal his erection as it stretched up toward his belly button. She smoothed the blanket back over him and threw her beach wrap over the barely discernable bulge before saying, "That's better, now hold tight until I get back." Amy said before heading off toward the cart now even further down the beach.

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Beth had been watching intently from behind a palm tree. She was not close enough to see exactly what Amy was doing, but you didn't have to be a rocket scientist to tell she had pulled Ron's cock free from the sand. As was the norm, she was unable to get a clear view of what was becoming her all-consuming obsession - Ron's prick. Beth wasn't sure Amy would actually act on the story she had recalled for her earlier at the bar, but she was pleased to see her young friend was maintaining her boldness exhibited earlier, in the hotel room, beneath the sheets.

As Amy trotted off to catch up with the lemonade girl, Beth moved from behind the tree and headed toward the beach blanket concealing Ron's buried body.

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Ron lay there, pondering his predicament and trying to shift his eyes to follow Amy's pursuit of the lemonade girl. As a result, he didn't even realize Beth was nearby until she dropped to her knees, only inches from his cock. She obviously didn't know he was entombed beneath her as she began to yell and wave in an attempt to get Amy's attention.

His mind began to whirl. Ron couldn't decide if he should announce his presence to her. If he did, she might pull back the blanket to free him, and even if she didn't, eventually they would be ready to leave, and he would have to be freed. Either way, his hard dick poking through the hole in his trunks would be difficult, if not impossible to conceal. As Amy was making her way back to their spot on the beach, he decided to keep quite, hoping that Amy would be able to divert Beth, or maybe get her to leave first so he could be freed while avoiding a completely embarrassing situation.

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Amy joined Beth on the white blanket, and Beth said, "Hey, I thought Ron came with you? You didn't run him off already now did you?"

Amy exchanged a knowing glance with Beth, then responded, "Yeah, he wanted to go up the beach to the Club Med where they are giving scuba lessons. I'm supposed to meet him back at the room in an hour or two." As she spoke, Amy casually moved her wrap to the edge of the blanket with her other belongings. Ron's cock was now separated from complete exposure by only the thin white beach blanket.

Ron could see from his hiding place both Beth and Amy, casually sitting on each side of his crotch. Beth had changed suits from earlier. She was now wearing a rather conservative yellow tank-ini. It was conservative by the fact that the midriff covering top and short-short style bottoms concealed more of her skin than her normal bikinis. And then again, for some strange reason, she seemed even sexier to Ron. This suit was so tight as to appear to have been spray painted on her lean yet curvy body.

Beth discreetly glanced to the blanket after Amy removed her wrap, anxious to get a firsthand indication of the size of Ron's equipment. She was somewhat surprised not to see a distinctive cock-shaped bulge jutting up against the thin cotton fabric. Knowing this to be the location of Ron's hidden crotch, Beth was able to make out the lump in the towel that would most likely be Ron's dick, but to her continued frustration, she was still unable to assess the dimensions of his prick. Had she not known the situation, she most certainly would have assumed the barely perceptible rod shaped bulge to be just another imperfection in the sandy beach.

"You want to hang for a while and catch some rays?" Amy asked Beth.

"Sure, and since Ron's not here, I might as well lose this top. Your mom had mentioned your comment about him being, how shall I say this tactfully, ...being a little on edge by us hanging around so much in our bikinis that I thought I would honor her request to tone it down some. But since you don't expect him back, I will work a little more seriously on my tan." Both their facial expressions were concealed from Ron's view as Beth winked at her grinning partner in cockteasing. Without ever explicitly admitting to the other their intentions, it was obvious to both of them that they were going to torment Ron, stretched out and helpless beneath the cotton blanket.

"That's fine, you need some help with that?" Amy said, even as she maneuvered around so that she was kneeling behind Beth. At the same time, Beth turned slightly, resulting in a pleasant profile view for Ron. Amy gripped the bottom of the yellow lycra tank top, and began to peel up from Beth's lower back. Beth raised her arms up as Amy guided the tight material further up her body. Amy met considerable resistance at Beth's impressive breasts. Amy found herself once again becoming aroused by her proximity to Beth's nearly nude body. The added stimulant of knowing Ron was helplessly watching her every move, his hard cock only inches away, was heating her up even more. Amy slid her hands slowly around Beth's body, the entire time keeping them between the clingy yellow material and Beth's soft, bronzed skin.

Beth could feel her pussy getting damp from the touch of her friend's teenage daughter. She held her breath as Amy moved her hands almost directly in the front of her boobs and began to pull her top up and over her heaving tits. Beth had purposely tied the matching yellow bikini top loosely around her back, and as a result, she could feel it sliding up the lower globe of each breast, most certainly exposing more and more skin to their hidden audience. The fact that Amy's fingers grazed ever so briefly over Beth's now completely erect nipples did not go unnoticed by Beth.

Ron's eyes were glued to Beth's boobs as his increasingly daring girlfriend pulled the tank suit up and over Beth's head and arms. The bikini top remaining had scooted up also, eventually stopped only by Beth's own excitement. The hem of each small triangular piece of material seemed to catch at the very last moment against her hard, jutting nipples. It seemed to take Beth several seconds to begin to readjust her remaining top. In those seconds, Ron continued to take in what he believed to be the single sexiest sight of his young life. The bottom half of each of her nearly perfectly shaped boobs was hanging from beneath her bikini, while at the same time, the point of view allowed him to see the profile of the incredibly long, erect nipple of her right breast. Ron could feel his cock twitching in response to the tempting vision before him. To his dismay, Beth eventually pulled the material back into position, but her protruding nipples could not be concealed.

Amy scooted back to her original spot on the blanket, and stretched both hands out behind her, supporting her weight. She intentionally allowed her left hand to rest directly over Ron's throbbing cock, pressing firmly down on him as she carried on a conversation with Beth.

At the same time, Beth stretched out on her back, her right arm just inches from Amy's hand as it applied steady pressure to his pulsing rod. Beth and Amy began to talk about various random topics, but Ron was oblivious to their conversation. His eyes were targeted on Beth's boobs. Her head was positioned almost next to the bag under which he hid. Her breasts were within his line of sight, directly over her right shoulder. As Amy continued to press and even try to squeeze his dick, Beth reached back and untied the strings behind her neck. She pulled them forward, causing the already tiny patches of material to move even further down and across her erect nipples, leaving them only a fraction of an inch from being exposed as she allowed the freed strings to drop down to her side.

"Do you want some sun screen?" Amy asked Beth. After handing her the lotion, Amy rolled over on her side, facing Beth. Her elbow was only inches from Ron's face as she bent her left arm upward to support her head in her hand. Her right hand dropped down in front of her, directly onto his steel hard dick.

Amy watched as Beth began to slowly glide her slick hands over her arms, stomach and nearly completely exposed breasts. Amy found even herself becoming aroused by Beth's actions, she could only imagine the turmoil they must be inflicting on Ron. She looked into the beach bag, but was unable to see even a hint of Ron's hidden face. Amy then diverted her gaze to the lump beneath her fingers. Had she not known better, even Amy would not have recognized the substantial, yet indistinguishable bulge beneath the blanket as her boyfriend's penis.

Beth's boobs were glistening in the sun as Beth continued to rub the lotion closer and closer to her hidden nipples. Ron's vision diverted form the path of Beth's hands only when he felt Amy's fingers on his cock. He looked down to see the way she was rapping her fingertips up, then back down his shaft. Her index finger pressed firmly against the sensitive underside of his throbbing head, inflicting a delightful sensation to him with each series of finger taps.

Ron was barely even surprised by Amy's actions at this point in their vacation. And while Beth's actions with the donut earlier that morning had caused him to question the innocence of her motives, her actions now were perfectly consistent with any other person sunbathing on the beach. Beth had no way of knowing he was lustfully admiring her from his hidden vantage point beneath the beach bag. Ron was not sure what might happen if she found him hidden there now, especially with his cock poking from his mangled shorts, and he was intent on remaining silent. After the torture Amy had subjected him to beneath the sheets, keeping quiet in this situation should be easy. Ron's mind was so confused, he just couldn't seem to figure Beth out, and he didn't want to make a mistake and embarrass himself.

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Ron's thought process was broken by the sound of Pam's voice, "So there you two are, I have been searching this beach high and low for you. Are you trying to ditch me or something?"

Amy jumped slightly at the sound of her mother's voice and instinctively removed her tapping fingers from Ron's dick, before responding somewhat defensively, "Oh hi mom, I looked all over for you earlier, Beth just happened by here a few minutes ago herself."

"Where have you been hiding all morning anyway?" asked Beth.

"I took a super long walk this morning, then hit the hotel gym for a good workout. I have been looking for you though Amy, your Dad called the room earlier."

"And did you two manage to speak civilly to each other for a change?" Amy said in the biting way only a teenage daughter could, temporarily forgetting about her buried boyfriend.

"Actually we did, but he still needs to talk to you later about making final plans for when you hook up with him and Sue." Pam's voice betrayed her words, as the contempt for her ex and his new girlfriend came through loud and clear. "He said he would page me to let us know when he would call back, so we can take his call in the room." Pam said.

The upturned beach bag limited Ron's view of Pam to just above her waist. He could see she was wearing a baby blue bikini. The bottoms looked to be cut up over her hips, and he could see the bulge her mound and pubic hair caused in the tight material.

"I have been meaning to ask you this, but I kept forgetting," Beth inquired, "On the phone the other night, why did you tell Fred that Ron was my son?"

As Pam responded, Amy scooted over further to her right, patting the beach towel near Ron's cock, as an indication her mother should join them. "Oh, you have to know Fred, he is just so protective of Amy, that I knew he would totally flip out if I told him I brought her boyfriend along on the trip, and I just wasn't up to having a fight with him over it. Where is Ron, by the way?"

Ron was listening intently as Amy once again repeated the lie she had told Beth about his where a bouts, forgetting for a moment the precarious situation Amy had once again placed him in. However, the reality of the situation came back to him quickly as Pam sat down with her legs crossed Indian style, her back to him, and her ass positioned on top of his hidden stomach. He couldn't feel any pressure on his cock, which was good. It seemed pretty certain to Ron that Pam had by chance placed herself so that his crotch was framed by the opening of her crisscrossed legs.

"Enough about Fred, I've got to hit the water to cool off, anybody want to go with me?" Pam stood, much to Ron's relief. Beth pulled her bikini strings up and retied them behind her neck before standing to join her friend.

"I'll just hang here, you two go ahead." Amy watched the two sexy 35 year olds head for the ocean, turning heads with every step.

"You okay in there hon?" Amy asked Ron. She confirmed no one was paying any attention to them and pulled the beach bag up partially away from Ron's head. "Are you comfortable?"

"Yeah, I'm all right, but what are you trying to do to me? Do you know how much trouble we will be in if your mom finds me with my dick sticking out of the sand?"

"I'm sorry Ron, I just wanted us to have some fun, I'll get rid of them as soon as I can, but in the meantime, you have to be quiet." Amy responded as she gave him a quick sip of water.

"At least move over so your mom is not sitting on me, ok?" Ron pleaded, just as concerned for his own sexual frustration as for the chances of getting caught. After all, Beth had been there for a while and had not noticed his dick. From what he could tell, the bulging beach blanket didn't really give him away, but it also didn't offer much protection from the stimulation of having Amy's sexy mom inadvertently pressing against him.

"Whatever you say Ron, just play it cool, here they come already." Amy said, even as she rolled back away from the center of the blanket to her previous position. Pam and Beth plopped back down on the blanket, their wet bodies glistening beneath the Caribbean sun.

Amy's blatant disregard for Ron's request to help keep her mom from taking the spot directly on top of his tormented cock led to the exact result she had hoped for. Pam eased onto her stomach, her head positioned directly in front of the beach bag, and therefore Ron's head. The contrast between Pam's petite 5'1" figure and Ron's athletic 6'3" frame resulted in her crotch being pressed exactly over his still swollen dick.

Pam didn't necessarily find anything peculiar about feeling the firm bulge between her legs. It was just one of many she had felt each and every time she had sunbathed on the beach. She knew it was common for the damp sand to exhibit the effects of the steady winds and tides by forming the rounded ridges she felt beneath her now. The hot sun felt marvelous on her damp body, and she quickly settled into position to catch some rays before Dave summoned them to the phone.

Beth watched both Amy and her mother for reaction as Pam stretched out across Ron's hidden body. Pam seemed oblivious to the situation, which seemed to please Amy as she not-so-discreetly watched her mother settle her body into position.

Amy glanced up and made eye contact with Beth, gave her a mischievous grin and said, "You comfortable mom?"

"Hmmm mmm, I feel great, but I could use some sunscreen on my back."

"Here, let me," Beth said, even as she grabbed the bottle of lotion and swung her left leg over so she was straddling Pam's back.

Pam's head jerked up, "Hey, what are you doing?" she asked in a light-hearted tone. "You are going to block my sun while you do that."

"Don't bitch so much," Beth shot back, equally playfully, "You won't be complaining when I give you a deep back rub while I protect your skin, but first, let's get rid of these damn strings back here." Beth deftly untied the strings of Pam's bikini top, both behind her neck and across her back.

Pam had turned her head to face her daughter, effectively laying her cheek against Ron's sand covered chest. He was able to look up past her brown hair and see Beth's upper body as she squeezed an ample amount of lotion into her hand. Beth rubbed her hands together briefly before dropping them to Pam's shoulders. Ron could feel the pressure of Pam's body pressed evenly across his entire torso, especially his engorged cock.

"Mmmm, that does feel good." Pam purred.

Amy was also laying on her stomach, trying not to be too obvious in her attention to Beth's actions. She could only imagine how Ron's face must look, and his cock for that matter. Amy could feel her own juices flowing as a result of the scenario she had concocted, and she wasn't even the one being teased. She was certain Ron must be ready to explode.