GreentextSavant - Fun in the Sun

Warning: ULTRA Porn Logic.

>Here you are at the nude beach, finally away from all of the school drama.
>It’s so freaking nice here.
>And you can barely hear the fireworks going off in the distance.
>Right as you’re about to drift asleep, you hear soft footsteps approaching you in th sand.
>”Hi, Alan.” Twilight’s voice sounds. “Hey, um… I’ve been looking through this itinerary of the city, and I’m not sure about something.”
“About what?”
>”I can’t see whether or not this is a nude beach. Do you know, Alan? I want to make sure I’m not doing anything against the beach rules.”
>The problem is, this isn’t actually a nude beach. But Twilight doesn’t know this.
>And there’s no one else around.
“Well…” You start off. “Why do you even want to know whether or not this is a nude beach?”
>”Why are you asking that?” Twilight says to you. “I did say that I don’t want to do anything against the beach rules. That does kind of imply what my intentions are.”
>It’s true… dumb question.
>”I just don’t want to get in trouble. Which is why I chose such a secluded spot… just in case. Though, I really didn’t see you here at first.”
>Well that kinda stings to hear.
>Not only this, but Twilight can tell from your reaction to what she said. You must have done something with your eyes.
>”Oh… uh. Sorry. It’s not like I dislike you or anything. I’m just… I just like to follow the culture of places like these, but I’m still not comfortable being publicly… you know…” She trails off.
>You begin to think about her sitting naked in front of you, already sneaking brief glances at her below the shoulders whenever she looks away to search for any other people present at this time.
>What you imagine in your mind is only brought to its knees in hunger. You’ve never pictured Twilight to look like this under her usual shirt and pants. It’s like her cleavage is something that hadn’t existed until you saw it.
>You’ve even rarely thought about it, usually distracted with thoughts about girls other than Twilight.
>But it comes to a consensus in your mind that you want to see what’s under that purple swimsuit… now that the opportunity has been waved in front of you.
“Last I saw, this was a nude beach.” You instinctively answer with no prior information.
>”You sure? I didn’t see any signs on the way over here.”
“Maybe you just entered somewhere where there weren’t any signs.” All you can think about is Twilight’s bikini slipping off.
>”I’m sure the signs are put up frequently enough for anyone coming to the beach to notice. You know… those “clothing optional” signs.”
>Twilight sits in the chair next to yours, lying her body right there beside you. The slight folds and creases in her thin purple swimsuit tease you as they closely cover what’s underneath.
>You try not to make it obvious that you’re looking. You know how smart Twilight is.
>She can be able to tell what you’re doing if you make the slightest mistake.
“Well I’m pretty sure this is a nude beach. I remember it being one before, which uh…”
>”Which what?” Twilight leans to her side to face you, pressing her supple breasts together under that fabric.
>You’re almost certain that she’s teasing you at this point.
“I’m going to be honest here…” You play the good and honest guy. “The main reason I came here at first was because of the fact that it was a nude beach.”
>Twilight nods her head in understanding, to at least some extent. At least she’s listening to you.
>”Um…” She then says.
“But I stay here now because it’s really nice.”
>”It’s okay. I can see that. I mean, I can’t really blame you for being a boy.”
>Twilight goes back to lying on her back. Her abdomen looks even better at this angle, facing directly towards the sun. This would have given you a boner if you didn’t have one already.
>It came to you when you learned about Twilight’s willingness to be naked out on this beach.
“So… what are you going to do?” You ask, keeping your legs crossed so she can’t see.
>”Uh… well I don’t have any sure way of knowing if this beach is a nude one.” Twilight repeats her dilemma. “And so far. I’ve seen one other person here, and he’s not exactly naked. So that’s pretty much all I need to know, since I didn’t see any signs.”
>You cross your legs even more tightly.
>”Sorry, Alan.” It’s almost as though she knew that you subtly wanted to see her naked. “Though, there is one way to prove it for me.”
>This time, you perk up in a different way.
“Hmm?”
>”If this were a nude beach, then I’m pretty sure you’d be cool with taking your swimsuit off too. Just a thought.” She looks down to your crossed legs.
>She knows, doesn’t she?
>”I’m sure you’d be really casual about it.”
>You begin to shiver.
“Uhh….. well, I….”
>”It’s okay if you’re nervous or anything. I just don’t feel like getting back up, that’s all. If you’d rather for me to just go find a sign somewhere, then we can just do that.”
>If she goes to look for a sign, you’re fairly certain that she’s not going to find one. It’s a must that you need to keep her under the impression that this is a nude beach. You’ve already gotten so close to this, why would you allow it to fall apart now?
“Uh… well, I just didn’t really think much about taking off my clothes or anything like that.” You explain. “Like, I’m kinda okay with being naked here, since it’s a nude beach and all.”
>Twilight keeps looking back down at your crossed legs. It’s already clear what her agenda is.
>”Look, it’s still your choice and all. I’m just the kind of girl that would like absolute proof of things when she’s in an uncertain situation.”
>Twilight begins to twiddle her thumbs, but she still doesn’t seem nervous at all.
“Don’t worry. It’s not weird or anything. I totally understand.” Your voice is practically humdrum and monotone.
>You can hardly focus on anything decent to say… this girl’s smooth skin is too distracting. You actually have to hold your hand back to prevent yourself from possibly making an attempt to reach out to her.
>”Well? Are you gonna do it?” She asks, blushing just enough for you to notice.
“Y-yeah…” You try to pretend that you’re clueless.
>But it’s probably already out there that you’re not clueless. Twilight knows you like what you see. Why she agreed to show you more (under certain circumstances) is beyond anything you can imagine.
>She did say that she enjoys to follow the culture of this place… or whatever it was she said. Your brain spins too much for you to be able to recall any of what she said before.
>”Alan?”
“Huh?”
>”You’re… not doing anything.”
>You really hope that she can’t see you shivering. Why is this such a hard task for you? All you’re doing is taking your clothes off in front of a hot girl.
>”Alan…”
>Twilight stays on her side, subtly moving the surface of her skin around under the swimsuit with every little shift she does. A soft squeak comes from the rubber surface of the chair’s seat… after her skin slides across it less than an inch.
>That bikini hugging her hips… it’s just firmly holding on to them. You’re 100% sure that Twilight saw you looking this time; you refused to point your eyes away as her eyes focused on you.
>For a second, you begin to try to come up for an excuse to say ‘ladies first’. But you can’t come off as anything much different that either a jerk or a pervert if you choose that path. You hadn’t even realized that you had been sitting here thinking this entire time.
>And your boner has no plans of going away; it’s even becoming as solid as it possibly can. What if Twilight can see this happening in your facial expressions?
>”Alan, just take off your bathing suit already. This is a nude beach isn’t it?” Twilight tells you before letting out a sigh.
>She pauses for a second as you consider whatever it is you’re about to do. Why is this even a tough decision for you? This girl’s going to get naked for you if you do this, Alan! And she already probably knows of what’s going on down there anyway.
>You don’t even know what it is keeping you from moving your hands down to your waist. The soft breeze blowing by moves you more than you yourself do. Is this… fear of her judging you or something?
>Forget it.
>Stop running this thing around in circles and just do the thing already. There is no reason to be nervous.
>Talk about easier said than done.
>”Alright, look…” She begins.
>Or maybe just wait and listen to what she has to say first.
>Yup, you’re actually stalling in this.
>”The thing is… I just don’t want to feel alone in this if I’m not sure if I’m supposed to do this. I’m not saying anything like the ‘if I get caught, you get caught with me’ type of deal. It’s not that at all.”
>Wait… is that really what she thinks this is about?
>”I just want to make sure that you’re certain about this too.” She’s now looking you directly in the eyes.
“W-well, I- okay…” You move your hands to your waist for the first time in a billion years.
>You keep them there, wondering why it’s so difficult to do this in front of her.
>What the hell is going on? This went so much more smoothly in your head; all you imagined yourself doing was pulling down your swimming trunks, letting your boner pop out and…
>There’s no plan after the point she sees this happen. You don’t know how she’s going to react to this.
>But still, you ARE the one who started this. Don’t stop now… all it did was backfire on you.
>”Alan, you don’t need to keep your legs crossed like that.” Twilight points out as you actually manage to get the wast band past your hips.
>In one gradual motion, you tilt yourself so you are completely on your back and your legs rest flat on the chair. You can’t help but feel brave as you keep your gaze right on Twilight’s face as this happens. But this is only because you’re extremely anxious about what face she’s going to make at this.
>”Alan, if this is a nude beach, then why are you so….” She starts talking to you. “So… hesitant to do this? Didn’t you- oh.”
>A part of you believes that she’s not actually surprised. And another part of you is sticking right up into the front of your bathing suit from underneath.
>She’s probably just pretending not to have known before, to be nice. But you could very easily just be making this up to yourself in your head.
>”Alan… it’s okay.” These are the only further words she says.
>You look back at the girl with what you know is some sort of puppy dog face, and she just repeats pretty much the same words to you with a smile.
>”It’s okay.” The second time she said those two words felt like the hundredth. “Just ignore that… okay?”
>And only now does she sound awkward. This somehow makes you feel more eye-to-eye with her, which doesn’t surprise you.
“Well what did you expect to happen? Couldn’t you tell?” You suppress as many questions as you can, letting two slip past.
>”Sorry! I was kinda thinking that, but I didn’t know that was actually… going on…”
>Her words are not helping this thing go down.
“I-I…” You try to speak again to somehow keep this rolling and somehow escape its uncomfortable state.
>”Alright alright alright… just… you don’t have to take them off if you don’t want to.” Twilight tells you as she looks back forward at the ocean ahead. “Just… uh… ah fuck.”
“No, it’s not your fault.”
>”Oh, I’m not saying that or anything. It’s just… this kinda came in fro left field. Well, kinda.”
“Well why didn’t you say anything earlier?”
>”I didn’t know for sure!”
“You could’ve asked! Like… didn’t you ask me ab-about the… beach? And… stuff?” Your clumsily brought across point sails on stuttering words.
>It’s now when you realize that this could be the surest sign that she knew and just wanted to see it. In a way, it’s a good thing you hesitated; she couldn’t deny that she saw it once she saw your tent.
>”I’m sorry…” Twilight apologizes.
“Oh, don’t apologize. Nothing’s your fault, this was… like… what’s the word?”
>”Unavoidable?” She sounds like it was hard for her to get that answer out.
>You hesitate for a second and try to think of any other word that might be better. Nothing comes to mind except for Twilight’s body.
>Fucking god damn it.
“Y-yeah…” Your hands are already covering your tent out of “politeness”.
>”Do… do you just want me to go first?”
>Your hands can no longer hold down this upward force. No, literally… it actually shoots past your fingers right after she says this because you let your guard down.
>And she saw this as clear as day.
>The longest silence occurs, before Twilight finally sighs loudly and speaks up.
>”Damn it… alright, come here.” She leans forward and gets out of her chair.
>The back of the bottom part of her bikini slipped down just enough for you to spot the top of her ass.
>What makes you briefly draw close to laughter is the fact that she actually pulls it back up, as though she’s not about to get naked in front of you.
>You completely forget about this when she approaches the chair you’re sitting on and gestures for you to scoot over. But you actually immediately obey, too absent-minded to take any other action other than what Twilight suggests to you.
>Whatever, this has dragged on long enough.
>”Okay, Alan.” Twilight speaks a lot more quietly now that she’s closer to you.
>She plants her body right next to yours and bumps her hips against you.
>”Listen to me very closely. This is only between you and me.” What she’s saying sends electrifying shocks of eagerness through you. “And I feel like that we…”
>She stops and looks down, forgetting whatever it was she was about to say.
“What are you doing?”
>”I’m going to ask this once. Do you want to go first, or do you want me to go first?” She reaches her hands closer to your waist.
>It’s pretty much all out in the open now.
“Not that I’m complaining, but… why are you sitt-”
>”Shh. You first or me first?”
>Twilight’s hand lands on top of your abdomen, and she slides it down.
“…Y… you know what? Fuck it.” You throw all of your caution into the wind, beat Twilight’s hand to your swimsuit with your hands and pull them down.
>She’s gotten this close, so you really don’t think it’ll be easy to drive her away.
>She doesn’t change her facial expression as your dick flings out into the open. But she for some reason does by the time you kick your swimsuit down to your heels and eventually to the sand in front fo the chair.
“There.” You’re visibly shaking now.
>But you look over to find Twilight shaking just a little bit less than you are.
>”Wow… okay.” Twilight takes a glance back tot he trees behind the two of you. “Didn’t expect you to do it yourself.”
“So… now you?” You suddenly tell her.
>Twilight gets red in the face. She looks down to herself and then back up to your eyes, which are stationed exactly where her eyes just left.
>Once you regain eye contact, it’s already too late. You were literally just right in front of her and staring right at that chest.
>”Oh…” She utters. “Uh…”
“Hey, you’re the one… who… I-I just can’t help it, okay?” You can’t even decide which sentence to say first.
>The stalling officially ends with Twilight putting one arm around you. She’s shaking just as much as you are.
>”Whatever…” She says as she reaches up to her shoulder and slips the bikini strap off of it.
>It doesn’t hold for long as Twilight keeps pulling it. Her nipples are brought out from under the fabric. You don’t do anything yourself as Twilight pulls the waistline of the other part of her bikini down.
>Watch her limber body slowly become uncovered.
>But what she does next shocks you.
>Twilight scoots closer to you and pulls you into a hug. Both of you stop shaking and let there be no other sounds than the crashing waves.
>”So… there we go.” Twilight starts to sound a lot more calm.
“Wh… why are we still sitting together?”
>”I dunno. You… wanna move now?”
>This is easily the dumbest situation you’ve ever been in so far in your life.
>”Uh, Alan.” Twilight repeats herself. “I said you wanna move?”
“But… you were sitting in the other chair.”
>Twilight widens her eyes and stares forward at the crashing waves.
“Like… I was here first.” You strike up the conversation, trying to put her in the spotlight so you feel less nervous somehow. “But you don’t have to get up if you don’t want to.”
>”Uhh… okay. Well it’s not like we had to wear clothes in Equestria anyway.” Twilight tells you. “ It’s not like I’m not used to this, it’s just that I’m not used to doing it in this body.”
>Your boner would have gone up more if it weren’t already at full mast.
>What the hell just happened to this moment? First, you were all into this, and now you’re implying that she can get up and leave.
>This situation just keeps getting more and more awkward. Twilight starts to look at you more and more often.
>”But this is pretty cool.” Twilight then takes a deep breath as the wind picks up.
>The chill from the wind feels amazing on some parts of you, and horrifying on other parts. Which leads to half of you coming to the conclusion that taking your swimming trunks off was a pretty bad idea.
>You try to talk to ignore the feeling.
“You wanna like… kinda cuddle or something?”
>”Alan!”
“It was a joke!” You just remember that you need to actually think about what you’re going to say before it comes out of your mouth. “I just said that because… we’re in the same chair and everything.”
>Twilight starts to giggle, which somewhat reassures you.
>”Well… I didn’t exactly mean that in a bad way…” She tells you. “It’s just… you kinda rushed there.”
>Furrow your brow as the air becomes warmer due the the wind dying down once more.
“Wait… do you mean…” You’re almost too afraid to look over to her.
>”Well what did you think was gonna happen? I just came over here to talk to you and not do anything else?” Twilight scoots even closer.
>Her amorousness can literally be felt radiating from her now. You start to shake again, but Twilight wraps her arm around you and brings you into an embrace. And you stop shaking once more.
>”Alan…” Twilight whispers as you feel her hand moving… downward.
>You wait patiently.
>…
>In the trees behind the beach, a young man searches the ground. He’s need a metal detector to find it if he hadn’t buried it so sloppily. All he has to do is look for a mound of dirt.
>Too bad there are so many bushes and other shrubbery covering the ground.
>Distracted from his exploration, he hears people talking in the direction of the waves. It sounds like there are two of them; one is a guy and one is a girl.
>He heads in the direction of the voices.
>”It was a joke!” The male voice says. “I just aid that because…we’re in the same chair and everything.”
>”Well… I didn’t exactly mean that in a bad way…” The female voice replies after a giggle. “It’s just… you kinda rushed there.”
>The young man takes a detour from his hunt and notices that these two people are sitting in the same chair, naked. He narrows his eyes in imminent annoyance.
>He thought he could be completely sure this wouldn’t happen.
>The young man has to lighten his footfalls as the wind dies down if he doesn’t want to be heard. But he just keeps walking, not caring in the slightest bit.
“Wait… do you mean…” The guy next to the purple girl somehow doesn’t hear the approaching footsteps.
>Literally neither of them can hear this man approaching, while they really should. Perhaps they’re just too caught up in their little moment to take notice of anything except for eachother.
>Pity, because this young man is about to change that.
>”Hey!” The scavenger shouts in a deep voice, startling the two. “What are you two doing? You have to wear clothes here!”
>An awkward pause goes by as the two in the chair exchange glances.
>Now shocked, the purple loudly gasps and springs up from her seat. “Alan! What the fuck! How could you?”
>”I…I-I…” The guy named Alan stutters.
>She slaps Alan across the face before he can utter another word. The girl then picks up her bathing suit, puts it back on and walks away from the chair.
>”Sorry.” She apologizes to the scavenger with a bright red face as she passes him.
>Alan slips back into his swimming trunks with a look of distress on his face. The scavenger approaches him with clenched fists, but does not raise them.
>”D-dude… we were just…” Alan tries to think of an excuse, huddling forward like a gorilla for obvious reasons.
>”This is a public beach.” The deep voiced man explains.
>Defeated, Alan lets out a forlorn sigh. “Well… then if… uh, I… oh god damn it.” He takes off running while he keeps his back hunched. “Twilight, wait! I didn’t know either!”
>Alan disappears into the trees as the scavenger silently laughs to himself. After he is sure that the two from the chair are completely gone, he heads back into the trees.
>”This is our conference room.” He calls back to the beach behind him. No one is there to hear him.
>The man then remembers exactly where he should have been looking all this time. He follows a specific path in the cluster of trees and eventually ends up in a deserted oasis. The middle pond is small, and has a couple of rocks on one side.
>He stands next to the rocks and heads directly away from the pond from there. And sure enough, there’s the mound of dirt he knows he’s the one who made.
>The leaf covered sand crunches under his feet as he approaches the mound and begins to dig a little crevice into its side. So far, it doesn’t look like the wind blew much of the top of the soil off; a good omen that his secret is safe.
>The scavenger finally reached a hard, smooth and flat surface. He starts to further uncover what he reached until it’s easy to see the letters. He just wants to read one of the signs again, out of pure giddiness regarding his ruse.
>[Clothing Optional] The partially exposed sign reads as the scavenger holds the dirt away from covering it up. He laughs to himself quietly as he mentally recites what the sign says after checking on the mound of dirt for the third time this week.
>He re-covers the sign and then adds more dirt to the mound, just in case. Don’t want anyone finding this.
>The guy then heads back to the beach where the line of chairs still sits. He chooses the one on the far right end, opposite of where the other two were sitting before.
>”This is our conference room.” He leans back and pulls a plastic jug of chocolate milk out of his backpack, unscrews the lid and starts sipping it through a silly straw.
>He drowns out the world from his perspective after pulling out a pair of headphones next.
Le end.

~
>”Oh hey, there’s someone.” A distant female voice states.
>The man in the chair on the beach spins around to find two more girls holding hands walking in his direction, waving down. He automatically recognizes one of them as the purple girl from before. If those glasses is supposed to be some sort of disguise, it’s a pretty lazy one to be honest.
>But then the man notices that he hair is styled differently, and also remembers that the girl that just left was flustered and in tears. This one he’s seeing now is perfectly calm, and doesn’t seem to recognize him.
>Probably a twin or something, who cares?
>”Hey, do you work here? Or… near here?” The girl holding the new purple girl’s hand asks, playing with her red and yellow hair with her other hand.
>”Yeah. Why?” The man lies, hoping they don’t ask for an ID or anything.
>”Is this a…” She pauses before lowering her voice. “Clothing Optional beach? We didn’t see any signs, so we have no way of telling.”
>”Ooh, sorry. No, it isn’t.” The man lies again. “But hey, I think there’s one on like… the opposite side of the island.” He takes another sip of his chocolate milk and gets ready to turn on the music he wants to listen to.
>Might as well tune them out, he’s said his piece.
>”Hmm… really?” The purple girl takes a look in the direction of the far side of the island as the man nods his head. “Wow, thanks.”
>They leave, and the man in the chair clenches his fists in victory. “This is our conference room.” He proclaims once more.
>”Huh?”
>”Oh, uh, nothing.”
>The two walk off, and the beach is quiet and peaceful once more. The man in the chair turns on his music and turns the volume to its highest extent. Wondering if anyone else might come here next.