Becca XXX - Spring Tide Ch. 02

"It's really not a problem," I smiled. "We're not the shy reserved types."

"I noticed that after your performance this morning," he smirked.

I played dumb and pretended that I didn't know what he was talking about.

"Are you referring to my surfing skills at Sennen?" I quizzed.

"Yeah, that too," he laughed. "I think you'll both fit in well at our camp based on what we've seen of you so far."

"Have you been perving at us or something?" asked Natalie.

"It was hard to miss," laughed Charger. "You weren't exactly discreet about it."

"I don't know what you mean. We were just getting changed," I laughed.

"Oh, is that what you were doing?" winked Reef. "And I suppose you weren't trying to get a sneaky peek of us in the car park about an hour ago either."

Nat and I looked at each other with a shocked expression, but we couldn't keep it up.

"There's nothing wrong with enjoying the view," I shrugged. "We're looking forward to round two. Come on Nat."

I picked up my board with Nat hot on my heels and headed back to the van with everyone else. Reef and Charger followed along behind and we gave our walk an extra wiggle for their viewing pleasure. Nat and I giggled like naughty school girls hoping we might be in for a treat after all.

Back in the car park, the ambulance was just leaving and some of the guys were already stripping off their wetsuits. Everyone went to their respective vans and a frenzy of undressing ensued. I soon had my wetsuit pulled off my shoulders and arms before pushing the wet rubber down to my waist. Natalie did the same and we stood bare-breasted facing the men.

They weren't the only ones in the car park by this time, but we didn't care. Being watched was always a turn on for me, knowing that a guy or girl was getting off seeing me naked. Reef and Charger were the nearest to us and were sharing a van. They copied us and stood staring back at us with rippling chests. I pushed my wetsuit down to my ankles and struggled to get it off my feet. Once I was free, I stood back up and smiled at them. Natalie was equally as naked and I nodded down at their crotches as a signal for them to reciprocate.

Reef and Charger, shrugged at each other and then pushed their suits down. At first, we couldn't see anything as they bent over and tugged the suits off their feet, blocking our view. However, as soon as they stood back up, neither of them made any attempt to cover themselves or shy away like they had previously. We were rewarded with a full frontal of two semi-hard cocks swinging between their legs. Flaccid cocks are usually hard to judge, size-wise. Some grew a lot and some stayed a similar size. I wasn't sure if Reef's dick would get any bigger once it was hard, but it didn't need to. He was already at least seven inches long with an uncut tip and heavy looking balls.

"Jesus," I gasped involuntarily.

I glanced across to Charger who was slightly smaller, but almost hard. His circumcised cock stuck out from his body as blood rushed into his shaft. Both men were shaved completely smooth and had a huge grin on their faces.

Reef winked at me and then pulled his shorts up without saying a word. I looked down the line of vans and saw the rest of his crew standing and facing us. Each was completely naked like some sort of parade and as soon as we saw them, they each smiled and then carried on getting dressed.

"Nice show boys," tittered Natalie.

"Likewise, girls," laughed Waxer. "Hurry up and get dressed, we're leaving in ten minutes."

This group of men were getting more interesting by the minute. It looked like we were going to be in for a good time at their camp, but I couldn't help but think back to the mention of a Russian girl. It wasn't unusual for foreigners to be in this part of the world, but Russia wasn't well known for its surfing community. Maybe she was here on holiday or looking for work, but it seemed a bit of a coincidence that we were looking for Russians and we'd now found one. She may not have been part of Victor's team, but she may know where to find him, or how to get hold of Valentin. When people travelled to a foreign country, they would often seek out fellow countrymen to feel more at home.

Natalie seemed to be lost in thought too and I knew she was thinking the same thing.

Maybe our trip to Bude hadn't been a waste of time after all.

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Reef hadn't been joking about his spot being better than Sennen campsite. We followed him into Sennen and then took a right onto Sunny Corner Lane which ran parallel to the sea. There were a few privately owned houses and farms along this single-track road and the last place on the left was Reef's camp. It was up on a shallow sloping cliff which led down to the beach between Sennen and Gwynver beaches. It wasn't much to look at, but the view and location were spectacular. It was a stone's throw away from the north end of Sennen beach and secluded from the road by trees.

There was a low stone wall all the way around and two buildings within its walls. The first was a large hay barn which looked like it had been re-purposed as a communal living and eating area. It had a wrought iron structure, rusted from years of sea air and it was clad with wooden slatted walls. One of the gable ends had tall wooden doors which had been left open in the nice weather. We drove past and parked up next to the other vans which each had a hard standing camp pitch with electric hook-up for the vans.

Across the other side of the compound there was a smaller building with toilets, showers and washing facilities. The place was a surfer's dream come true with natural isolation and good amenities just metres from the beach.

"Nice place," cooed Natalie as I parked the van and turned the engine off.

We'd been talking non-stop about our new friends since we'd left Bude. They were an intriguing bunch and the fact they'd mentioned a Russian girl had us theorising. We both wondered if she could help us, but, until we got to speak to her, we had no idea what to expect.

"Did he say he owned this place?" I asked.

"I think so. It's beautiful. Look at the view."

The seven men got out of their vans wearing only a T-shirt and shorts. Their toned shoulders looked incredible under their tight T-shirts and their shorts showed off their peachy bums.

"It certainly is a sight to behold," I purred, staring at the men rather than out to sea.

"Keep it in your panties, Becca," giggled Nat. "You're like a bitch in heat."

"I'm not denying it," I admitted. "My knickers are soaked just thinking about being gang-fucked by this lot."

"Maybe we should find out who they are first, before you let them slide their meat into you. They don't seem like most guys we meet."

"Agreed, but did you see the size of Reef's cock. Imagine what it's like when its fully erect."

"I did, yes," she laughed. "I wouldn't mind shoving that in my..."

Her next comment was cut short as Reef and Waxer approached. The rest of the guys were busy unloading the vans, hanging wetsuits on the washing line to dry or moving over to the shower block.

"Welcome to The Surfiety," Reef announced, throwing his arms out to his sides and spinning around. "The place for like-minded individuals to live in harmony with mother nature."

"It's gorgeous," I replied, jumping out of the van and taking in the fresh sea air. "Did you say you owned it?"

"I do... as far as anyone can own land. I never think of it as being mine. We've only been on this planet for the blink of an eye compared to most creatures, but I guess I'm borrowing it for as long as life permits."

"Fuck, that's deep," I coughed. "I thought we were here for fun and beer, not a spiritual lesson."

"Spirituality runs deep in every true surfer's veins," he replied. "I know you feel it, I can tell by the way you surf."

He was right. There was something soulful about surfing waves, but I didn't expect him to jump straight in with his hippy philosophy.

"I think Becca's veins are mainly full of alcohol," joked Nat.

"I won't tell you what Nat's veins of full of," I joked back.

"You can use the electric for free," said Reef, smirking at our playfulness and pointing at the electric terminal. "You can have a shower in the block, but try not to waste water. The barn is where we all meet up for dinner and to share our stories, but it's a no phone area. We're all here to chat and have fun unlike the younger generation of phone zombies."

"Phone zombies?" quizzed Nat.

"Yeah, you know the sort. They walk around in a trance all day staring at their phone screens," he mimicked a person holding their phone in their hand and walking like a zombie with a gormless look on his face. "Der... there's a whole world out there, but I must see it through my screen," he put on a dumb voice for added effect.

"I know exactly what you mean, but it's not just the younger generation I'm afraid," I said.

"True, but all I'm saying is, please keep your phones in your pockets unless it's an emergency. We only allow a few select people into our camp, but we do expect them to interact with us rather than play with their mobiles all night. Now... I'm going to fire up the barbeque and get you a beer each. Why don't you have a quick shower and come and meet us in the barn," he clapped his hands together.

"Sounds good to me. Come on Becca bitch," said Nat, slapping my ass.

She opened the sliding side door and retrieved a towel and wash bag for us as the two guys wandered off towards the barn. I liked this guy already. He wasn't preachy about his love of mother nature, but I could tell it was close to his heart. His voice was soft and concise as though he didn't have a vindictive bone in his body. All of them seemed laid back and placid and there was a calming aura about the place.

The showers were basic, but all we needed to do was wash away the sweat from our bodies and the salt from our hair. We kept it short out of respect for Reef's hospitality and we were soon dried off and wrapped in a towel, walking back to the van. We threw our dirty clothes onto the back seat and proceeded to get dressed for the evening.

It was nice to feel refreshed after a shower as we hadn't had one for almost two days. Surfing and travelling meant we didn't always get to the facilities we needed and the van certainly didn't have a shower. I watched Natalie carefully place her dirty knickers onto the table while she got dressed. Her creamy stained gusset was clearly visible and I knew she was going to be posting them off to her client very soon.

"It looks like you're going to have another satisfied customer with that pair," I giggled, nodding at her underwear.

"I know. I told you they like surfer chick panties. I'll have to post them off tomorrow," she smirked. "But I think I need a clean pair on for tonight. You never know what might happen."

"We're about to get fucked, hopefully," I replied, slipping on a bright-pink thong with white lace edging.

"I'm not sure if they seem the type for a gang bang," said Natalie. "They seem a little standoffish even with all our flirting."

"Well, I think we've won their trust after this afternoon's events. Its time to turn on the charm and show them what we're really made off."

Natalie pulled her Brazilian-cut knickers over her shapely ass and we both donned a summer dress without any bras. The dresses were short and low cut to reveal just enough cleavage and undercarriage if we opened our legs while seated. We towel-dried our hair and ran a brush through it to get out the cots and tangles. The warm air and gentle breeze would soon dry it out.

"Let's go and get to know our new friends more intimately," I smiled, slipping on my flip flops. "By the time I come back to this van to sleep, I want all my holes to be dripping with sperm."

"Jesus, Becca. At least have a drink with them first, you filthy whore," laughed Natalie.

We made our way to the barn where most of the guys had gathered around a barbeque. I could smell the gorgeous aroma of burgers and sausages cooking over hot coals and it made my stomach churn with hunger.

"Here come the heroes of the day," said Waxer. "I'll grab you both a beer."

As he walked off to the barn, the others parted to make way for us. We soon became the centre of attention with everyone wanting to know who we were and what we were doing in Sennen Cove. We took a seat on the outdoor Rattan furniture which was arranged in a square around a fire pit. The cushions were plump and comfortable and added to the ambiance of the place.

"So, what are you two lovely ladies doing in this part of the world," asked Longy.

"We've taken some time off to enjoy ourselves and get some waves in," Natalie replied. "We've been touring around a bit, but we've been down in Sennen for a couple of weeks. We just love it down here."

"It's about as far west as you can get before you hit America," said West Coast, in an American accent. "It's straight out in that direction," he pointed out to sea. "This is the place to be."

"Well, it was certainly the place to be yesterday," said Charger. "The swell was really pumping out there."

"Tell me about it," I sighed. "My arms and shoulders are still recovering."

"It was a bitch of a paddle out, but its always worth it," said Wipeout. "You girls surfed it well."

"Thanks. It was amazing," I cooed. "We don't get that lucky very often. Good waves and good weather - it was awesome."

"And good company," Nat added, squeezing my leg for added effect.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about you," I joked.

"I think you're going to get lucky again," said Waxer as he arrived with a beer for each of us.

"Really?" I winked, taking the beer from him. "What makes you say that?"

"There's a huge storm passing by in the Atlantic. If the charts are correct, it's going to throw an even bigger swell towards us in the next couple of weeks. The storm is heading north and won't actually hit the UK, so the wind conditions should be perfect."

I felt a little disappointed that he wasn't talking about getting lucky in a different way, but the thought of more waves was exciting.

"How big are we talking?" I asked.

"According to the wave buoy data and the prediction, we could be looking at the biggest waves to hit Sennen Cove in a decade. At least double overhead," he replied.

"Fuck, that's huge," gasped Nat.

"Just the way you like it," I smirked, giving it a double meaning.

"You should stick around for a couple of weeks and wait for the swell," said Reef. "Waxer's right, it's going to be the swell of the decade and it will coincide with the spring tide to make it even bigger. You're welcome to stay here as long as you like."

"Thank you. We might take you up on that. It's so nice here," I said.

We swigged on our beer as the sausages and burgers were dished out with bread, salad and potatoes. I hadn't realised how hungry I was until the food arrived and we all went quiet as we stuffed our faces and enjoyed the view. There already seemed to be an unspoken bond between all of us and it was the fact that we shared a common passion.

I was still intrigued by these guys and Reef's earlier comments so I decided to dig a little deeper.

"So, how did you all end up here?" I asked. "You said you left your old lives behind. What do you do for a living?"

"We all gave up careers a long time ago," Reef replied. "I used to be an IT consultant."

"What changed?" I quizzed.

"I had the big job in the city, the flashy car, the expensive suits, but I didn't like the world we were creating. We were destroying the planet and creating a virtual world where no-one spoke to each other any more. I developed apps and software for social media and all I was achieving was making people less interactive in real life."

"It's more like anti-social media than social media," said Dinger. "People need to unplug."

"It has it's place, but I know what you mean," agreed Natalie. "We definitely prefer human contact, don't we Becca."

"Exactly. You can't appreciate the finer things in life over the internet," I smiled. "You can't fuck someone down a phone line."

Dinger almost spat his beer out at my lewd comment and the others laughed nervously.

"Well, if you put it like that - I suppose not," said Longy.

"My point exactly," said Reef, continuing his story. "I decided to get out of the rat race and I moved down here. The farmer sold me the land and I set up The Surfiety. I've been here ever since. These guys arrived in dribs and drabs over the years and never left. We surf, we do manual labour or bar work for extra cash and we teach people to surf, but mostly we just relax and enjoy the moment."

"There're worst places to be," laughed Natalie.

"Surfing is the cure for everything," said Reef. "If you're angry - go surfing. If you're sad - go surfing. If you're depressed - go surfing."

"What if you're horny?" I giggled.

"I guess that requires something a little different," he laughed. "I love how outspoken you are. You seem to appreciate life in the same way that we do. It's a rare thing. We're only here once - right?"

"We feel the same way. We try to live in the moment," said Nat.

"Exactly. I never realised how much I was wasting my life working. I tried to get the work-life balance thing, but I realised it was bullshit. There shouldn't be a balance - there should be imbalance."

"In what way?" I asked.

"Work less - live more," he shrugged. "I know we need money to live, but we only need enough to enable us to do what we want to do. Greed is a dangerous thing when it comes to money."

"We all realised that, when we came down here and met Reef," said Dinger. "I was in the finance sector and came here on a holiday. I never left once I realised that surfing was the source of happiness."

"It is very spiritual," agreed Natalie.

"It's always been a kind of Zen experience for me. The ocean is so magnificent, peaceful, and awesome. The rest of the world disappears for me when I'm on a wave," said Longy.

"I always think of surfing like fucking," said Natalie. "It feels amazing no matter how many times you do it."

"You girls certainly like the sex talk," laughed Wipeout. "Is that another reason why you're down here?"

"It's not just talk," I replied, opening my legs and leaning back on the sofa. "Big waves are like beautiful women - exciting to look at and even more thrilling to ride."

My pink thong was clearly visible to the group and all their eyes glanced down at my blatant invite. It was time to move things along and let these men know that we were more than willing to take them all on. Natalie was on my wavelength and turned to face me sideways on the sofa also opening her legs to reveal her knickers. She gently slid her hand up my thigh while her free hand cupped my cheek and she leaned in to kiss me.

Silence fell on the group as our lips met and Natalie slipped her tongue into my mouth. I moved one hand behind her waist and my other hand squeezed her left breast through her thin dress. We kissed and fondled each other for about thirty seconds before parting and staring at the men.

"Do you only kiss girls or do you like men as well?" asked Charger, with a hopeful grin on his face.

"Why don't you come closer and find out?" I replied in a seductive voice.

He seemed nervous, but put his beer down and sat next to me on the sofa. Before he could even get comfortable, I straddled him, sitting on his lap and planting my lips onto his.

"Fuuuuucking heellllll," murmured West Coast. "Are all Brit girls like this?"

"I'd say we're an exception," replied Natalie, standing up and moving closer to him.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and stared up at him with lust in her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her as the others watched on open-mouthed. Charger's hands stroked down my back and I could already feel a bulge in his shorts.