The Beach
“Can you believe that they have swimsuits in Ossedei? That’s flat out unbelievable.” Lynn said as we both stretched out in beach recliners. The beach was busy. Families and couples sat on towels as far as I could see in either direction down the beach. The sand was dark gray and fine as powder. The sky rose clear and vast above us, as the sun stared down. Above our heads, a beach umbrella kept us in the shade.
“I can’t believe anything about this beach,” I said. “Ossedei is basically Regency England with flourishes from France of the same era. And then the beach equipment looks positively modern, just with more lace and frills. That said, I’m not complaining.”
We both scanned the beach to note the large number of young women wearing bikinis.
Lynn nodded, “It does seem the sort of place where you would be happy.”
“I’m allowed to look,” I objected.
“Indeed beloved,” My fiancée Fiona stepped past us carrying a towel. She wore a royal blue one piece bathing suit with a V-neck so deep that I could see several inches below her belly button. She bent at the waist as she laid out the towel, “You are indeed allowed to look.”
I gulped.
“I was looking. I mean I was saying something.” I stared as Fiona stood and stretched, athletic body rippling in the light. “I’m going to marry that woman.” I managed, feeling my cheeks growing hot.
“You’re staring, dearest.” I felt breath against my ear, and turned to look at my other fiancée: Amy.
“I hope you were too.” I said, grinning. “That was for our benefit.”
“Yes, but you’re fun to tease. So, once you pick your lower jaw up off the ground, can you tell me how I look? Since I know how you think Fiona looks.” She smiled, a smile that went all the way to her eyes.
Amy was not wearing a bikini, or a deep V-neck. She wore a white one piece bathing suit with large circular cut outs that exposed her hips and ribs. As I stared, she blushed, but spun in a lazy circle, and I realized that the suit was backless with a near thong covering her behind. I gasped.
“I was going to say that you looked adorable.” I answered, “But that suit has naughty surprises in back that make it clear innocence doesn’t apply here. I like it.”
“It is strange,” Amy said, kneeling down and wrapping her arms around my shoulders, “What about the beach is so democratic, so leveling? Nobles and commoners alike share the beach with a minimum of fuss. Is it something about everyone being nearly naked that does it? Hard to pretend nobles are better than the commoners when everyone can see all your bits and know you’re just as human as everyone else. What do you think, dearest?”
I coughed and squeezed Amy’s hands, “You might be onto something there. That said, I’m the only one here nearly naked. Why didn’t either of you opt for a bikini? I’m feeling mildly deceived.”
“Because you can fill out a bikini, dearest, far better than we can.”
“Nonsense,” I answered, “You look amazing. You have spectacular bodies.”
“And you have the body of a king’s mistress,” Fiona said from where she lay chest down on her towel, “Now is somebody going to rub the sun protector potion on my back? Or am I alone despite having two fiancées present?”
“Race you for it?” I said.
“Certainly,” Amy reached down and pulled on the side tie string of my bikini bottoms. She danced away as I cried out in alarm. I was sitting, so there was no danger of exposure, but I had to stop and tie the string again. And by the time I was done, Amy was happily applying fantasy sunscreen to Fiona’s back.
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