Sea Breeze Way

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. All characters are at least eighteen years of age.

I've always been down on my luck, and there was even a time in my early twenties I lived over in Sea Breeze Way. I was there, a run down trailer I was renting on the cheap from the friend of a friend, for a little more than a year. I'd left home some time before, I didn't have a girlfriend (had never, in fact, had a girlfriend), and I didn't have a lot of friends left over from childhood. While I was living at Sea Breeze, I made some friends in the form of John and Johnny and Johnny's brother Greg, who lived with him. Six or eight months into my stay there a couple moved in to a trailer around the corner from me. The husband's name was Norman, he was about our age, and the group of us became fast friends.

None of us worked a whole lot, so we spent a lot of time around the park drinking and smoking dope. One day I found myself hanging out just with John and we walked over to buy some weed, which Norman always seemed to have in abundance.

Norman's wife's name was Claudia, and she was younger than him and so younger than us. She mostly kept to herself, but occasionally she found herself in our midst, and she would usually throw us a bone by letting us flirt with her. She was tall and tan and, if her face wasn't anything spectacular, her body was a work of art. She often wore tiny jean shorts and crop tops, and she would sunbath in a bikini right out on the tiny patch of lawn in front of their trailer. Sure enough, this day, the sun beating down and the temperatures pushing 90 before lunch, we rounded the corner and Claudia was there, laying out on her beach chair.

For a few seconds, neither John or I spoke, and that wasn't like either of us. John and I were both loudmouths, and between us a situation usually didn't stay serious, or quiet, for long. I felt his arm lightly swinging toward me, like he wanted to get my attention, but he kept missing, or he wasn't quite close enough to reach. I didn't look to see, because I was looking at her, and I didn't need him there distracting me anyway. Because I was looking at her.

She had on a pale blue string bikini and sunglasses. Her auburn hair was tied back. Her skin was shiny with oil. I couldn't see a flaw upon her. Her stomach was tight, her legs and arms were defined without being muscular. Her boobs were perfect handfuls, proud and perky and barely contained by the tiny top. She may have had her eyes closed. It was impossible to tell.

Her head came up slightly from a prone position and I was sure she was looking at us, even before she spoke. "Yes?" The word was drawn out like a question.

John said, "We're looking for Norman. Is he inside?" And he actually started moving toward the door of the house.

"Went into town," she said, laying her head back and probably closing her eyes. "Looking at some tools he seen on Facebook, I think."

"Oh okay," John said back. "We were hoping to get some smoke." He held his ground, staring, just like me. When she didn't say anything, he added, "I guess tell him we were looking for him, I guess."

She let a short chuckle. "Sure."

My dick was halfway hard and suddenly all I wanted to do was run back to my place and jerk off. I turned away and John was already moving. He shot me a glance and I saw in his eyes the same excitement he must have seen in mine.

We took a few steps and heard behind us, "Wait." I stopped. John stopped. I looked back. He looked back. Claudia was up on her elbows. Her hands were on either side of her tight midsection. Her head was just slightly cocked to the side. "I can't decide if I like this bathing suit," she told us. She rocked her chest a little, back and forth. "What do you guys think?" She offered us a sly smile as she arched her back, pushing those beautiful breasts out and stretching the flimsy material of the top.

With great effort, I swallowed one time. The sun was still beating down on us and the air was suddenly stifling. There was sweat building on the back of my neck. I stared at her glistening skin. I stared at her legs, her stomach, the glowing space between her tits. She was messing with us; she had to be.

"I think it's great," John stammered. "It really brings out your eyes." So stupid.

Her eyebrows, behind those dark lenses, came up slowly. "My eyes." After a few seconds of silence, in which we could all ponder John's ridiculous mistake, she spoke again, this time with a smirk. "But what about my body? Do I look good?"

"You look great," John croaked. "You're body-" He hesitated. "-is amazing."

I nodded. "Yeah, yeah," I said, nothing more.

"Does it make my boobs look nice?" she asked, looking down at herself as she pushed her arms in from either side, squeezing her tits together and creating, for the first time, the appearance of legitimate cleavage, tanned and sweaty cleavage.

"Oh my god," John muttered.

"I don't think they're big enough," she said, still pushing them together. "They're firm though." She sat all the way up and raised her arms. She twisted her torso left and right so we could see every angle of her snug tits. "They don't even drop." She was smirking. She must have known how horny we were. She must have known what she was doing.

I finally gathered the wits to speak. "I don't believe you," I blurted out, an obvious joke.

John laughed out loud, and Claudia raised her eyebrows again. "Oh really?" She let her arms drop and her tits barely jiggled. She was scowling, but it was a friendly, playful scowl. We all fell silent. She set her hands on her thighs. She sighed. She stretched her legs out in front of her, in front of all of us, and wiggled her toes. "I've got an idea." She suddenly cupped her tits with her hands. "Wanna see em for twenty bucks?"

My jaw dropped open. Maybe John's did too. He eventually replied with, "Yeah." And I, much too quickly, like an idiot, added, "I don't have twenty bucks."

She smirked, still cupping her boobs. "Jesus fucking Christ," she groaned. "You ain't got twenty dollars?" She looked from me to him. "Neither of you?" She creased her forehead and raised her eyebrows like women do when they've had it. "You were coming over to buy weed?" Maybe it was a question, maybe it was not.

I was hoping to front, or I was hoping to just be hanging around when someone was smoking. I don't know what I was hoping for except somehow getting stoned. John said, "I was just gonna get a dime." He reached into his front pocket and pulled out a rumpled bill.

"You wanna see my tits for ten bucks?"

"Shit," John crowed. "I can go to a strip club for ten bucks, see tits all day." He laughed, but there was no hiding the bulge in his pants. "I want to see everything." He shot a glance toward me. "Both of us."

She didn't wait very long with her response. She sighed, rolled her eyes, but sat up and took the money. "Fine." She glanced first one way up the tiny, desolate road, and then the other. "Let's go inside."

I was sweating. My mouth was dry. My heart was pounding in my chest. Claudia gently stood and stretched her arms above her head, posed for us in all her toned and shiny glory. She turned to the house and we followed. Her nearly exposed ass was smooth and firm, barely bouncing as she walked, not a wrinkle, not a bump. As we climbed the steps to the small porch, John looked back at me and grinned.

It's sad to say, but by this point in my life, outside of strip clubs, I'd only seen naked breasts a couple of times. That's how many times I'd had sex. A couple of times. And one of those times, with Karen Dane in the backseat of my car, both of us had kept our shirts on.

Once we were all three inside and the door was closed, she turned to us. "Okay, do you want to sit?" she asked us. "You should sit. Over here." She indicated the couch and both of us sat down like eager puppies behaving for a reward. She reached behind her and untied the top. She was slowly gyrating her hips and I'm not sure she even noticed. The fabric of the bikini momentarily clung to her boobs even as the straps fell away, and then she thrust them out just enough that the whole garment fell away.

As was obvious, her boobs were incredible. They were a lighter tone than the rest of her, but not by much, like she did plenty of topless tanning. Her nipples were big in comparison, the width of a golf ball, pink and soft. She was smirking. "Good?"

I nodded and John said, "Oh fuck yes." She did a slow pirouette, even raised her arms above her head. Her boobs hardly moved, even unrestrained as they were. I wanted to grab them, massage them, suck on them. I wanted to smell her skin up close. I wanted to drink her sweat. John said, "More." And I nodded my head again.

Claudia pulled her bikini bottoms off one hip, and paused for only a heartbeat before yanking them down to her ankles. She wasn't shy. She didn't for a moment try to cover herself. Her pussy was shaved, and her lips, what I could see of them, were thin, pinkish brown, and glossy. She looked down. We looked down. She giggled. I wanted to giggle, but I held it in, much like my urge to grab her. "Ta-da," she whispered.

"Oh my god," I whispered back.

There was a bit more of a tan line on her bottom than her top, but still she was not pale even in those regions. Clearly she found a way to do at least some of her tanning in the nude. "Cute, right?" All we could do is nod as she reached down and touched herself. "It's tight, too." She opened her legs as far as she was comfortably able, what with the bottom of the bikini still around her ankles. She rubbed her pussy, and she used her fingers to spread herself open. For a couple seconds I could hear the slippery friction of her lips.

She moaned. And then she stopped. And then, just like that, she was reaching down for her bottoms and pulling them back on. "There. That's not bad for ten bucks." She picked up her top and put it back on. "We better get back outside before Norman gets back." She smiled. "He'll think we were up to something in here.

"Oh my god. I can't move," John cried out. I'm sure he had a raging boner just like me.

"Come on, boys," she said, impatient. "Knock that shit down and let's go. First one outside can rub some oil on my back."

That got us moving. We both scrambled awkwardly to our feet, nursing hidden hard-ons. We exchanged a glance. Claudia stepped outside. "Dude," John said, eyes wide, glaring at me. "It's my money."

I waved him off. "It's cool," I told him. "You can go ahead." I was still fighting my erection and the thought of giving her an oil massage wasn't helping me calm down. "I'm not sure I could even take it right now." I admitted. "I need to go home and rub one out."

"Good deal," he said, rubbing his hands together, moving toward the door. "Watch and learn, my young apprentice. Watch and learn."

But it was not to be. As soon as we were all back outside, just as Claudia lowered her chair to prone and laid face down upon it, Norman was rounding the corner in his beat up Ford, blasting heavy metal and kicking up dust. By the time he got out of the truck we had all settled in to natural positions and he didn't act like he suspected anything amiss.

"You boys looking?"

Looking indeed. John shrugged. "I'm broke though," he sighed. "You fronting?"

"Course, bro. I got you." He pulled out a joint and lit it right there. "I'll match."

So the four of us blazed up right there on the lawn. Claudia only took a couple puffs, and mostly stayed out of whatever conversation we were having with her husband: maybe weed, maybe cars, maybe the new (used) tools he'd just brought home. She was still on the chair but sitting up up, cross-legged. Her little boobs were almost falling out of her little top. She smiled at Norman, laughed at his jokes, touched him when he came near. For me and John, there was nothing. Not a glance, not a smirk, not an offhand remark. Not a hint that there was anything between us. Not a hint that there was anything at all.