>: memory sucessfully erased
Back when I was in my early 20's (well 20 actually) I had the misfortune of being simultaneously hornier then a horny thing having what could only be described as a particularly horny day, (it had been sometime u see) while sunbathing on a beach in the Costa Brava with me mates surrounded by bikini clad ladies 30% of which were topless…. This was not good, and that was just the start of the day

Returning from the beach bar with the first beers was when I had my first flash of something more then the breasts id been comparing in a sort of mental page 3 competition. Walking along the beach looking down to avoid those nasty areas of shingle that hurt like hell, a pair of feet came into my vision, followed by a pair of very lovely legs, this was enough to tell me I was looking at the bottom end of a rather nice female laying on her front, and then with perfect timing she choose the moment that her very bright bikini bottoms came into my view to roll over and cook her front side a bit, I should have looked away as soon as I saw the few stragglers poking about the seams but I didn’t and as she rolled it became necessary for her to re-arrange said bikini briefs and I was treated to a rather nice view of… well the most un-kept playing field ever I could ever imagine oh the bikini line had been sorted… but inside there was more tightly coiled springs then u could find in a mattress factory store room and well lets just say each to there own but for my taste…. this eliminated my problems for a while.

Morning became afternoon some of the girls had disappeared or covered up and it had got a bit boring. A thud on the ground near by and the slightest spray of fine sand roused me from a deep trance laying on my towel, turning my head slightly I noticed the new arrival of 3 of the hottest females I had seen on the entire trip, super slim, 2 blondes and a Red head, I guessed them at around 19 – 21 years old, the fantastic invention we now call “sun glasses” meant that I was free to scan this image at my leisure while pretending to be out cold, I thought oh to be a fly on the wall in the female changing area over the next few minutes, but it soon became apparent that they either were not aware of its existence or could not be arsed to walk over to it for no sooner had they dropped their bags, they were wrapping towels about their waists and pulling down shorts and thongs in plain view of the rest of the beach. After this, the girls experience in changing in this manner started to show, one of the blondes had wrapped her towel and tucked it in to one side at the back so that if it were to slip, the worst she would show is maybe a bit of arse and that’s it and she was changed in seconds, the other two had tucked it around the front to one side a bit and predictably as the red head went to step into her bottoms, the towel split right to the top giving a full on view of her neatly trimmed red bush… a sterling effort I remember thinking, then lo and behold just as she got them up and around her hips the other blond beside her stepped into hers and gave a wonderful view of her fun area which looked like it had been perfectly waxed and smoothed mere minutes before they arrived, they then arranged the towels… and then eventually off came the tops, and then bra’s and they sat down and started to oil up while discussing their bodies and helping each other.

Well as u can probably imagine the previously mentioned horniness returned with a sound similar to the big bang, but this time several fuel tankers turned up and poured on several thousand gallons of more horniness and I was having problems and they were becoming obvious, so inevitably I had no choice but to turn onto my front and think of dear old Mrs Thatcher, naked, on a cold day and store my newly acquired memories in the back of my mind for a more private time. I rolled over, took a sip of what ever I was drinking by then and looked forward, up the beach, and straight at the ball sack of a middle aged guy sitting no more then 2 meters away!! I should say the ball sack was 2 meters away so I could have almost touched his foot.. Taking even more of a risk then the girls this guy had decided to just change right there with no attempt at a cover up from anyone, he was short, looked pregnant, had a disturbing amount of gray hair growing around his navel and was very red and sweating profusely and considering how hot it was, he had an issue that he could not explain away as shrinkage due to cold, the car crash scenario came into effect and I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he pulled his Speedo’s off his feet, reached into his bag pulled out a pair of bright yellow men’s briefs and started to put them on… as he pulled them up and finally covered himself up he met my gaze and then sort of… grinned (shudder). Mrs Thatcher’s services were no longer required by this point, and in fact I kind of prayed for her to turn up and try it on so I could check everything was still working, but the memories of those girls were gone forever, now all I remember is him and those yellow pants

Damn him to hull
(maxumus HEY!.... diddly dee, de de de de de de, Fri 29 May 2009, 3:06, Reply)