What happened was that I was supposed to be inspecting a beachside property which was way off the beaten track. I sell real estate, it's a job I enjoy doing, and you have to go where the deals are. Not that I minded being near to the sea on a hot summer day. What pissed me was that when I got to the place there was nobody home. I didn't know what had gone wrong with the arrangements and I couldn't get anybody on the phone, so it was one of those things. Shit happens.

But then again, maybe this wasn't too bad. There weren't enough working hours left in the afternoon to make it worthwhile to go back to the office. But there was plenty of time to enjoy some quality time on the beach and improve my tan. Except that I didn't have my bikini with me.

What the hell, there was nobody around. I'd find myself a nice quiet spot in the dunes behind the beach and strip down to my bra and panties. No difference, really. I got a blanket and a couple of cushions from out of the trunk of the car and in a minute I was stretched out and soaking up the rays.

Stretched out and comfortable, too, I guess, because it seemed like no time at all before I started falling asleep. Only there were some odd sounds coming over from my left which woke me up again. It was hard to tell exactly what I was hearing, but I thought somebody was talking, very quietly. Then somebody else seemed to speak, and both voices were male ones.

I kept my eyes shut and turned my head slowly to the sounds, as if I was really dozing. Then I opened my eyelids the tiniest bit. Just wide enough to see heads peering at my prone body over the top of another dune a few yards away. Three heads with big smiles on their faces.

OK, so that was the story. Hadn't been here for five minutes and already three boys had appeared to check me out. They seemed to be enjoying the job as well. But what happened next was something which took me by surprise as much as it did them. I put my hands up on my breasts and lazily ran my fingers over the smooth contours as though checking they were still there. Yet still keeping my eyes closed and showing no signs of being aware of my hidden audience.

So if I wasn't planning to do it, why did it happen?

Perhaps because it was such a fine day, perhaps because I was enjoying an unexpected break from work and the city traffic, perhaps because the surf booming onto the beach brought back good memories. Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that I was suddenly as horny as hell. Whatever the reason, I knew I had the young voyeurs complete attention. Especially when my fingers slowly eased my boobs out of their cups. If the gang wanted a show they could have a good one.

There was a distinct sound after that. It might have been caused by a seal on the beach grunting. Except that there were never any seals on this part of the coast. Then I couldn't hear anything except the breaking surf and when I played peek-a-boo again the heads had disappeared. But, somehow, I didn't think the gang had decided to give up on me to catch a few waves. Sure, they'd be on the beach now, but only so they could creep up on the other side of the dune and get as close to me as they could. That was what I expected to happen and I was right.

To be honest, those guys weren't SEALS themselves, not when it came to sneaking up on people. Not even with bare feet on sand. I guess they were too impatient to be careful because I heard them moving and breathing heavily as soon as they got near the top of the dune behind me.

In fact, even if I hadn't heard a thing I'm sure I would have known they were there because of the feeling of those eyes roaming over me. Hungry eyes, wolves' eyes fastened on a lamb for the slaughter -- or for sampling, at least.

Still pretending to be half asleep, I slipped my right hand into the top of my panties and started toying with my clit. It felt good and I had no trouble at all in giving out a few moans of pleasure but even so I was surprised at my nipples getting hard the way they did. Which was a physical reflex that seemed to be causing some much bigger physical responses just above me, judging by the labored breathing I could hear.

So what was going to happen now? Were the boys going to form a circle jerk as they kept on watching me or would the wolf pack close in for an attack? By God, they wouldn't be the kind of beach bums I'd used to know if they didn't pick up on a chance like this.

That was a question which got a quick answer. One minute I was lying on my back on my own and the next bare muscular legs were thumping down into the sand around me.

Even though I hadn't heard them speak to each other they seemed well organised, one guy on the left, one on the right and the other getting down on the blanket between my legs.

I saw him laughing as I pulled my hand out of my panties. And the intruder on the right had already got his fingers around one of my boobs. There was some fast workers here!

"What the hell? Who are you guys?" I asked them.

"We're lifesavers, lady," the one kneeling on the blanket said. "You sounded like you having trouble breathing so we've come to help you. The first thing we need to do is to loosen your clothing."

He started fooling around with my panties, pulling them away from my body.

"And to give you the kiss of life, lady." Now it was turning out that the guy on the left was as interested in the tit on his side as his buddy was in my other one.

"Hey, how long have you peeping toms been watching me?" I asked them.

I guess I didn't sound too mad, not with the way I was gasping for air. Well, it's hard to be dignified when two guys are squeezing your tits and another one is blowing a stream of warm air up and down your damp cunt. Anyway, nobody stopped what they were doing.

The boy on my right said: "We've been watching you long enough to know you need some help with your sex life, ho. Lucky we're here to help you, hey? You want to fuck with us?"

"I'm sorry," I answered, "But I don't do strangers."

He laughed and leaned forward: "I should have introduced myself. I'm Gary. So now we can fuck, right?"

Before I could even answer he was pushing his tongue into my mouth.

"Hey, guys! The bitch is wet already down here!"

That was the the boy on the blanket, giving out with the good news. From the way he spoke, I figured he was the alpha male in the group, the one who was planning on having me first while his buddies watched the action.

Oh God, the thought of it and the manhandling I was already getting had me oozing out love juice and running my tongue hard up against the one exploring my mouth.

Gary snorted with excitement, stood up and pulled down his shorts to show me the size of his prick in its hard standing mode.

END OF PART ONE

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