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I asked if I could avoid wearing a bikini for our trip to the beach. It was a small beach, yet sunbathers usually gathered there precisely because it was quiet and uncrowded. "You can choose," I was told, "whether to wear a bikini or this swimsuit I bought for you." I opened the bag and shook my head; if I wore that, everyone would stare at me. I thought about it for a moment and realized I couldn't possibly wear that swimsuit. I’d have to wear the bikini and hope there was no one else at the beach. My dominant friend said, "Put it on with your pink shoes, and I’ll take some photos. We’re leaving in 15 minutes; you’ll need to be sitting in the car in either the swimsuit or the bikini. You can wear your denim miniskirt and a T-shirt." I changed into the bikini and got into the car. The beach was about ten minutes away, and when we arrived, ours was the only car in the parking lot. "Looking good," I thought as we walked the short distance to the sandy beach. When we got there, I saw two middle-aged couples sunbathing.nnWe sat down on a beach blanket we’d brought along and took in the surroundings for a while. I noticed more people arriving to swim and sunbathe—young women around twenty, laughing and chatting. As they walked past, one of them said hello, adding that they would sit a little further away so as not to disturb us. One of the girls really caught my eye; she was blonde with a lovely smile and a large bust, wearing a black bikini. They sat down a short distance away, and I couldn't help but watch them. My friend asked if I’d spotted something interesting, since I was staring at the girls. I replied that the girl in the black bikini was attractive. My friend agreed, saying she was special too, and suggested we might go over and talk to them later.nnMy friend said I wouldn't get any sun like that; I should take off my clothes so my nice bikini would show. I looked at her and glanced around, then took off my skirt and the rest. I lay down on my stomach and watched the others on the beach. My friend lay down next to me, but on her back. She handed me a bottle of sunscreen and asked me to apply it to her. This meant I couldn't stay lying on my stomach but had to sit up. Now my bikini top was visible, and I started applying the lotion. She took off her bikini top and said I could start with her breasts. I poured some sunscreen onto both breasts and began rubbing it in.nnHer breasts were soft and large; I rubbed her nipples a bit longer and felt them harden beneath my hands. My friend reminded me that the whole body needs sunscreen. I moved away from her breasts and applied lotion to the rest of her body. When I was finished, she said it was my turn and told me to lie on my back. She asked me to take off my bikini top and started applying lotion to my boobs. "You have nice tan lines," she said, and I heard another voice add, "I think so too." I looked up and saw the girl in the black bikini standing behind me. I didn't know what to say; blushing, I managed to stammer out a "thank you." "Nice bikini—I’d love to have one like that," she said. My friend explained that my sissy had received it as a gift and offered to show her where she’d bought it. She showed her something on her phone without letting me see the screen. They looked at it for a moment, and then she put the phone away. The girl looked at me and said she’d heard of a "sissy" but had never met one. "You have nice clothes, and you look so sexy in lace lingerie." I looked at my friend and realized she had shown the girl photos of me. "I need to go get something from the car now," she said; before leaving, she kissed me on the cheek and felt my boobs. "You have nice boobs—let them grow to at least a D-cup." I said thank you and watched her walk away. "Right, time to test the water; put your bikini top back on and let's go for a dip." My friend took my hand and led me down to the water. Now everyone could see my bikini and my friend’s bare, large breasts. The water felt great, and after a while, I saw the girl in the black bikini returning to her friends with a bag in her hand. As she sat with her friends, she pointed at me; everyone looked my way, and I could hear laughter, though I couldn't make out what they were saying. I sensed that everyone now knew I was a sissy. On my way back to our things, I passed one of the couples who had been there when we arrived; both of them looked at me and shook their heads. I lay down on my back to let the sun dry me off. My friend arrived shortly after; I could see people staring at her—presumably because of her bare breasts. She lay down next to me and told me to take off my bikini top so it would dry faster in the sun. After lying in the sun and feeling that my bikini top was dry, we decided it was time to head home. We had just started packing up our things when I saw the girls coming toward us.nnThe girl in the black bikini walked up to us first and asked if she could take some photos of us together. "Sure," my friend said, while I was a bit hesitant. We got into position, and the girl in the black bikini stood next to me; she took my arm and placed it around her waist. My friend snapped the photos while we posed. Finally, the girl asked, "Is it okay if we get a little daring?" "Well, what did you have in mind?" "If I can take a picture of you without your bikini top, I’ll take mine off too." I couldn't believe it; I said yes immediately. We took off our bikini tops, and she stood next to me and placed my hand on one of her breasts. She said it was only fair that I got to feel her breasts while she felt mine. My friend took more photos. She said there was one more picture she wanted to take, but added, "I don't think you'd want to." "What do you mean?" "Well, my friends could stand in the way so no one else could see, and then you and I could take off our bikini bottoms completely." "What? You mean we'd be naked?" "Yeah, what do you say?" By this point, my little friend had started to wake up and was semi-erect. Standing naked in front of this hot girl and all her friends felt both exciting and terrifying. My friend said, "No problem—take off your bikini and show us what a sissy you are." I grabbed my bikini bottoms, pulled them down, and kicked them over to my friend. There I stood, naked, watching the girl do the same. My little friend was hard now, and I felt a bit embarrassed. The girl said we couldn't take a picture while I was hard and would have to wait until it went soft again. My friend said we didn't have time for that and told me I had to take care of it. I grabbed my cock and started jerking off while everyone watched. It felt like I was about to cum, but then I heard the girl ask if she could feel it. Her hand replaced mine, and I thought I was going to cum right then and there. She started stroking me, and it didn't take long before I felt the urge to cum; she noticed it and took my cock into her mouth. I ejaculated, and she took it all in her mouth. She stood up and kissed me; she surprised me, and I felt my mouth fill with the semen she had just taken into hers. I wasn't prepared for that, but she said, "Swallow it." I did, and then we were ready to take the picture—naked, with my hand on her breast and the taste of semen in my mouth.nn"We have to go now," my friend said, and we put on our bikinis. When I went to put on my skirt, I was stopped—no, I had to walk back to the car in just my bikini. After what I’d been through, it didn't matter. We gathered our things and started walking toward the car; we were halfway there when we ran into a group of guys who stared at me, and I could hear them say, "Did you see that sissy? I think I recognize him, and I think I know where he lives."n"I hope not," I thought, as I hopped into the car for the ride home. "So, what do you think of the day?" my friend asked. "You certainly didn't expect all this when you were deciding whether to wear a swimsuit or a bikini." "No, a lot of unexpected things happened, but looking back, I'm glad we went to the beach." "Yeah, we’ve got some great memories," my friend said, looking at her phone. "There are some photos I know you’ll want." "Yes," I said, "I’d love to have the one of the sexy girl." "There’s a video, too, if you’re interested." I just smiled and said, "Sure." When we got home, I took a shower to wash off all the sand. Meanwhile, my friend transferred the photos from her phone to the computer. We looked at the pictures together, and my little friend stirred to life again...nnnnnn
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