Mum/Son Chess Tournament Ch. 12

However intimately the two young men touched each other while applying suntan oil, they did not make love on the beach for the delight of the small crowd watching. Eventually they just laid back on the blanket and enjoyed the Caribbean sun warming their smooth, glistening skin.

When it was clear nothing more exciting was to happen than one boy's cock stiffening up when the other massaged a little oil into it -- though everyone found that brief scene quite exciting indeed! -- the crowd's attention shifted elsewhere. JoAnne and Chesi gave them their own little show, removing their swimsuits and then standing with feet apart and bending over to stow them away in the beach bag.

JoAnne could feel the gaze of at least half a dozen pairs of boyish eyes on her buttocks as they opened up, her pussylips parting to reveal a three-second glimpse of her pink love tunnel. She'd taken care to keep the sun at her back to give the view maximum illumination!

Chesi enjoyed appreciative looks too, so after putting his clothes away he turned around slowly a few times, giving the women lying on their beach blankets ample time to examine his back and buttocks, chest and cock and balls.

Chesi and JoAnne applied the suntan oil too, though JoAnne spent only the necessary few seconds on Chesi's penis, while the two boys they'd been watching had deliberately given each other leisurely handjobs, lasting just short of happy endings.

Snuggling close, they relaxed and soaked up the sun, watched the swimmers bobbing in the waves, the thin, wispy clouds moving slowly in the deep, deep blue sky. The women and boys walking along the beach provided a continuous display of cheerful nudity, all different body types and skin tones.

"None of these folks look to be related," Chesi said as a thin, middle-aged African woman with small, high breasts and an untrimmed bush of tight, glossy curls walked by, hand-in-hand with a chubby young blond boy who appeared even younger as his tender parts had been carefully waxed or shaved bare -- if he'd even had any hair there in the first place...

They all looked at JoAnne and Chesi as they passed, the women enjoying the way the boys' penises twitched at the glimpse of womanly buttocks and nipples, crotch and pussylips.

"Yes," JoAnne agreed, "Makes you feel rather special, doesn't it?"

"Oh, yes," Chesi was still staring at that perfect set of ebony buttocks, brushed by her long, long braids as the woman walked away.

They sunbathed for a while, turning from time to time to bake evenly, then walked up and down the length of the beach, not recognizing anyone, but thoroughly enjoying their people watching. Chesi, especially, marveled at how the women often lay out in the sun with their legs open so wide it seemed a come-on, or at least an invitation to voyeurism. All those little boys staring, boys who up till then had to watch like hawks just to see a woman wearing a loose blouse bending over, or a short skirt riding up when she sat carelessly. On this beach they didn't have to work at -- or be embarrassed about -- peeping!

After soaking up their share of sun, JoAnne and Chesi went for a swim. In the water, their bodies submerged to the neck, they could discreetly touch each other.

"Remember Falesa?" she said, hugging him and cupping his genitals in her palm.

"The water was much colder and we had to wear swimsuits," he said. But the water temperature had been no match for his youthful libido. She'd pushed down his swim trunks, fished out his growing erection and wanked him while they looked back to the beach at the holiday crowds. They both had struggled to keep their faces impassive as she slipped a finger from her free hand into the cleft between his buttocks and his cock exploded in her fist, sending ropes of teenage semen swirling in the gentle ocean currents. It had been so exciting, after they got back on shore they'd asked another tourist to take their picture (clothed, of course) with that exact spot in the background, to remember it by. A routine milking had never felt so exotic or romantic.

She only patted his buttocks playfully. "I would just adore wanking you right now darling, but..."

"But," he finished up for her, "We'll save it for bungalow 105?"

"I only worry," she started to wade back to shore, "That if we simply walk up and knock on their door, we might find we've arrived at an inopportune time."

"You mean she might have invited another young man in... and then invited him even farther in?" Somehow, he couldn't make himself say the words "Greek style" in public.

"Yes, yes," she said, "I mean, she did invite us -- and she did sound deliciously slutty talking about it, didn't she?"

Chesi had to nod, "Umm-humm," in agreement.

"But it's not as if we'd set a date and time to get -- hello, what's this?"

Chesi followed her gaze at a young man on the beach standing with his back to them. He was lightly tanned, with a runner's physique. His arse showed paler skin, the ghost of a very skimpy Speedo. But what had drawn JoAnne's eye was not the well-developed lean muscles of his thighs and buttocks, but the blue jewel nestled between those cheeks, sparkling in the sun as he shifted his feet in the sand.

"One way to wear jewelry if you don't want to pierce a body part," Chesi observed. Then, looking at the grey-haired woman the jeweled boy was talking to, "Oh, the coincidence is magical!"

"Hmm?" she said, her gaze still locked on that perfect young frame, ignoring the old woman.

"That must be Gerry, talking to Luce." It wasn't really a coincidence, of course. Chesi and JoAnne had by now looked over almost the entire beach. They were bound to find Luce and Gerry eventually.

"Indeed?" she looked up, saw the ghost of tan lines where a microscopic bikini would have been around a generous bush of grey pubic fur, then a pair of good-sized nipples, then saw the woman's familiar face. "Oh, yes it is them!"

They waded ashore and waved. Luce waved back and the boy turned and waved too. Yes, it was Gerry. JoAnne might not have recognized his buttocks, but his cock, soft now of course -- Luce must have milked him vigorously before bringing him out in public, to keep him so relaxed! -- brought memories flooding back from yesterday. Its length snaking deep down her throat as she wrapped her lips around the root and buried her nose in his dirty blond pubic hair. Not much of that... as if it had only started to grow last month... the force of his teenage orgasm... she had to draw her head back and take his ejaculation squirting along her tongue...

"So good to see you again!" Luce exclaimed as she gave Chesi a hug and kiss, "I do hope you'll be able to come by this evening!" She gave a sly wink, "And maybe spend the night as our guests? We've plenty of room."

The hugs were enthusiastic, like long-lost friends who'd made a serendipitous connection. Were casual oral sex partners more or less intimate than old friends?

Intimate friends or not, the hugs themselves were wonderfully warm and friendly. Gerry and Chesi very much enjoyed the warm breasts caressing their chests, the women's pubic fur brushing their twitching cocks.

"We'd just adore getting together," JoAnne said as they exchanged strangely chaste kisses on the cheek, "Maybe we could have dinner at the café together too?"

"We would love to," Luce said, "But we have a, uh, previous engagement for dinner."

JoAnne noticed that Gerry's cock twitched erect oh-so-briefly at the word "engagement," but she didn't raise her eyebrows, only said, "Would you like us to come by at, say, 20 hours then?"

Luce looked at Gerry, who nodded enthusiastically, and then she said, "That would be perfect for us!"

They talked a bit, about the chess tournament; about how wonderful it was to find a resort, and especially a "clothing optional" beach where mature women -- especially those who had a taste for younger partners! -- could feel comfortable; about the charming local cuisine; about the delightful amateur videos available for resort guests who felt the need to spend time in their bungalows instead of out in the sunshine, warm air and salt sea.

At last, as the sun drew lower in the sky -- those tropical nights were so long, even in summer -- they had to head in. Before dressing, though, they ook care of that sea salt, rinsing off at the freshwater showers, with super-mild herbal soap. They let the boys switch, so Gerry could run his hands all over JoAnne's body -- his penis twitched and stiffened most charmingly, especially when massaging her breasts, which were much fuller than Luce's.

When it was the boys' turn to get scrubbed clean, Luce called out, as she cupped Chesi's genitals in her palm, "Don't let the boys squirt off now, we want to save all of it for our playtime later!" There were giggles from some of the women at the other showers nearby.

They put their (unused) swimsuits on, Gerry's so brief it barely covered the bare minimum -- which was clearly outlined by the tight fabric -- and Luce's bikini just matching her minimalist tan lines.

They parted ways then, though not without JoAnne standing still for a while as Luce and Gerry walked off, trying to discern the outline of the boy's anal jewel under the narrow rear strip of his swimsuit.

They went back and rested for a while (after undressing again) in the cool of the bungalow, snuggling next to each other on the sofa. "You're so beautiful," Chesi said at last, kissing her on the forehead.

"Go on," she said skeptically, though she did lift her arms, showing her breasts at their best, "What brought that on?"

"All the boys looking at you on the beach," and, he didn't have to add, how their anatomy involuntarily stiffened to show their delight at the sight of her.

"That WAS nice," she agreed, looking down at Chesi's half-stiff cock, and thinking how much she'd enjoyed seeing dozens, if not hundreds of young boys on display that afternoon. She stood up, stretched and started getting dressed to go out to dinner, "Let's see if the boys in the café enjoy looking at me as much when my titties and bush are covered up!" She laughed. Chesi didn't say again that she was beautiful even clothed, thinking that that might be protesting too much.

The boys did indeed enjoy looking at her, as she had decided to wear a nearly transparent brassière and panties under a canary-yellow sundress of only slightly more robust material.

She had a lot of competition, though, as the place was quite crowded when they arrived. So crowded, in fact, that it took some time to find seats, at last sharing a table with two middle-aged women who introduced themselves as Florynce and Kennedy.

They were big women, with big brown eyes behind big round eyeglasses and even bigger floppy straw hats covering their henna-red hair. There was nothing very revealing about their patterned pink-and-green sundresses, except the way the fabric wrapped lovingly around their curves.

Though they looked very similar, Kennedy was much louder and more outgoing and wanted to hear all about the chess tournament. She was fascinated, not shocked in the least, and sounded so enthusiastic Chesi and JoAnne unconsciously decided not to mention that Chesi had had his restraint removed, worried that if Kennedy knew his penis was available, she might be tempted to crawl under the table right then and there and avail herself of it.

"Careful," Florynce said, putting a restraining hand on her friend's shoulder, "We came here to keep you out of trouble, not stir it up!"

"Oh, you!" she said playfully, then turned to Chesi, "It was just a few neighbourhood boys that I invited over for a discreet," Florynce gave a choked cough when she heard that word, "A discreet party." She turned to JoAnne and smiled innocently, "No alcohol, a little bowl with condoms on the bedside table -- and in the sitting room and kitchen too, in case we wanted a change of pace. What fuss could there possibly be if you kept the music turned down and the curtains closed?"

JoAnne assured her that she would never have made a fuss if they'd been neighbours.

"So, just to be on the safe side," Florynce said, "We decided on this trip to a warmer climate and a more welcoming atmosphere. We've been here quite a while now, and I think it's really helping."

"I wanted to bring some of the boys along," Kennedy was almost pouting now, "But -- "

"Really, my dear!" Florynce interrupted, "As a teacher, you know the trouble would be TEN TIMES as difficult to wriggle out of if you tried that!"

"You're a superb solicitor, Florynce, and besides, I would never have brought along any boys from my own school!"

"Not THAT superb." Florynce was starting to sound exasperated.

"So, anyway," Kennedy continued, "I thought, what would be the point of coming here if I didn't bring someone to play with? Florynce assured me not to worry, and you know what?"

"She was right?" Chesi guessed, thinking of JoAnne's needs lustily being serviced by four energetic young men.

"One hundred and ten percent!" she giggled, "Even the ladies who only had one partner were eager to share, and some brought two or three! What's more, I thought that a place like this, people might become blasé, jaded even, but they weren't!"

"Meaning?" JoAnne was puzzled now.

"For instance," Kennedy sounded like she was standing in front of a classroom now (were the boys staring at her chest, squirming to conceal their erections?), "I met a woman who said she simply couldn't abide giving oral. I mean, could you imagine not wanting to taste a boy's champagne pop?"

JoAnne agreed that this was inconceivable. Florynce frowned, but Kennedy patted her on the arm, "I didn't mean you, of course." She turned to JoAnne and Chesi, "My dear friend is a confirmed Lesbian. We discovered that way back when, when we were curious little schoolgirls!"

"You're making a bit of a sacrifice, coming to such a heterosexual resort then," JoAnne commiserated.

"Oh, she enjoys the nude beaches as much as anyone else, and she's even managed to find some bisexual women who are willing to play away from their boys."

Florynce just nodded.

"So," she resumed her story, "I offered to introduce her boy to the pleasures of the blowjob -- I suspected, if you can imagine it, that it really was his first! -- after giving him a nice long striptease and letting him play with my titties. He was a gentleman there, not rough like so many teenage boys before you train them properly."

JoAnne's eyes got a faraway look, just then, thinking of the first time she'd taken Chesi's cock in her mouth. He'd had a nightmare, and she'd noticed that, despite the fear on his face, his penis was tenting his pyjamas...

Nobody noticed her, even though her lips parted and her mouth opened slightly, and Kennedy continued.

"Another couple, the lady was one of these take-charge types and the boy she'd barely just met, he seemed rather shy and kind of embarrassed that she'd taken him to one of the shave/wax places they have here. Below the neck he was pink and baby-smooth! Can you imagine that?"

"Gives him that even more youthful look?" JoAnne guessed.

"That was my thought," Kennedy said, "A little strange, but smooth skin is perfect for tonguing. I licked him like an ice cream cone everywhere from his nubbly nipples down to -- Did I mention she didn't want me to actually kiss him on the lips? Imagine that! -- down to his toes, and everywhere in between!"

Florynce winced just then. Obviously she'd heard this story before.

"Those wrinkly little testicles, then, further down. I don't think the boy had ever experienced a good rimming before I'd got my hands on him. And my tongue IN him! He made some absolutely delicious high-pitched squeals before he came -- she was rubbing his cock between her tits by then, and what boy can hold back when you do that? Mmmm," she licked her lips, "The feeling of a boy's tight little backdoor muscle ring pulsating around your tongue as he cums for you!"

Chesi wondered if he should ask what bungalow they were staying in. After a visit to bungalow 105 and Luce and Irigary, maybe they might discover what this schoolteacher had to teach them?