Our glorious weekend with Hannah’s sixteen year old cousin Abby was now over, but my sexual adventures with the lovely Hannah were not. The memorial day camping trip-turned threesome orgy romp had lit a burning passion of sexual desire that Hannah and I were eager to explore.

Though our lives went on and our sex lives grew to perfection, Hannah and I still missed Abby. We spoke about the wild weekend often and fantasized about reuniting with Abby in the future. But for the time being that weekend was only a memory, Abby was hours away, and as the summer progressed Hannah and I spent most of our time focused on each other.

Hannah was my five foot tall, voluptuously built, shy girl turned sexual dynamo. Our first time together Hannah had expressed to me a burning desire to fulfill all my fantasies and since then we’d been actively pursuing that goal. Turned out I had a lot of fantasies.

This particular day is simply a glimpse at how much of the summer went for us. It was a hot June day and Hannah and I decided to take a trip to a nearby beach. We packed a picnic including a few bottles of beer (illegal in a municipal park, I know) and dressed for the weather. I wore brightly colored swim trunks, tan sandals, and wrap around shades. The sun was beating on my bare chest and back as I packed our few supplies into my truck. Hannah was waiting in the passenger seat and, as if there was any other option, Hannah looked striking. She had on a black two piece suit that drove me crazy. The top was tied behind her neck and held her large breasts up high. They looked heavy and mouth watering as she sat there, knowing full well she was the object of my intense desire. The bathing suit bottom was traditional but also had a small skirt that flowed around her and that I found adorable.

“Ready to go?” I asked as I hopped into the driver’s seat.
“Yes sir,” she said, winking at me before she dropped her sunglasses down over her eyes. I chuckled and we were off.

The state park was passable, as parks go. There was a small beach that was just a little too rocky to be real nice, but there was room to swim and fool around. Away from the beach there were picnic areas, sports fields, and playgrounds. As it would be expected on such a glorious day the park was busy.

Hannah and I decided to swim and enjoy the beach first before our picnic. The beach was busy and swimming was kind of difficult with so many kids splashing around and generally being in the way. Still, we had some fun, but shortly decided to camp out on the beach and take in some sun instead of mingling with the mob in the water.

Sitting there on the beach, Hannah suggested we play a certain game she was fond of. Basically it consisted of us people watching, pointing out a stranger to our partner who we found attractive and why, and then briefly describe some lurid sex we fantasized having with said stranger. It’s weird, I know, but Hannah gets a kick out of it and thinks that exploring these kind of thoughts only brings us closer.

“Okay, you first,” I said to her. She giggled and began scanning the beach goers and swimmers.
“There,” she pointed, “with the blond hair.” I saw who she indicated and was puzzled.
“The guy playing volleyball? He doesn’t look like your type.”
“Because he doesn’t look like you?” she laughed.
“No, he just looks like some frat boy douche bag. I’m sorry, please continue.” I had made a bit of a misstep in the game, we weren’t supposed to criticize each other’s selections, we were just supposed to listen.

“Well, he’s got a sculpted body, very nice.