Curves on the Topless Beach
This story is a short sequel to “Curves on the French Riviera.” It features a pair of lifelong friends who take a seven day vacation to France for a graduation present. Laura, the beautiful and confident friend, gets all the guys. Megan, the radiantly energetic but self-conscious friend, is often ignored by men due to her weight. However, the dashing billionaire Gabriel Aubert takes an interest in Megan. He desires her, pursues her, makes it known just how badly he wants her. In the end, she surrenders herself to his desires, and is rewarded with a fantastic night of love making on a boat. Now, their vacation draws near to a close…
***
“I cannot believe how lucky we are Megs. I mean, look at this beach!” Laura said as they drove down the dirt road that ran parallel to Gabriel’s private beach.
Megan couldn’t believe how lucky she was either, for many reasons. After the night of passionate sex with Gabriel, she had, at any moment, expected the rug to be pulled out from under her. It had been almost a week, and things had only gotten better. When they pulled up the dirt road to the billionaire’s beach house, she had half expected the code that he had texted her not to work. Of course, it worked, and the two drove up.
“A parking lot? This guy must throw some nice parties,” Laura said. Megan looked at his beach house. Large but not too extravagant, with a huge covered patio to the side of it. The perfect party house, she thought. The two women grabbed their towels and made their way to the beach.
They laid their towels down on two chairs waiting under two parasols, and they took off their clothes to reveal their bathing suits. Laura immediately took her top off, revealing her small, perky breasts. To Laura’s surprise, Megan did the same.
“Well, I guess he has made you more confident,” Laura said. Megan smiled. It wasn’t as though she was more confident, it was that the only person that would see them down here would be Gabriel, and she was absolutely comfortable around him. She had been more intimate with him in the past few days than she had ever been with a man, and he seemed to be opening up to her as well.
That’s not to say that they had spent all of the last few days together. Even though he was technically on his vacation, Gabriel was a busy man, as she knew many successful men were. However, he seemed to want to spend every moment he could with her. He had his personal helicopter fly him around several times between business centers and the French resort town just so he could see her. Right at that moment he was at a board meeting, but he was going to meet the two of them and they would be going to dinner at Megan’s aunt’s house.
“You’re going to want some of this for sure,” Laura said as she tossed Megan the sunscreen. Megan thanked her as she squirted some in her hand and began to coat the easily burned areas of her body. She paid special attention to her own breasts. They had not got much sun in the first part of this vacation and the tan lines were very obvious. She made sure to get every inch of her large boobs, thankful that at least her curves had meant that she was blessed in this department.
The two laid down and began to tan. Megan started on her stomach, letting the sun bake her back. The alarm on her cell phone went off, and the two women flipped over, Megan onto her back and Laura on her stomach. A few minutes later, Megan saw Laura perk up a little bit. “Hey there!” she said, raising herself up on her elbows.
Megan chuckled to herself. Where most girls would cover themselves a little, Laura was confident enough to expose herself. Megan continued to lie there, not even turning around to look back at Gabriel, hopefully giving him a little show before they went out. She had no problem with his eyes on her, and Laura’s eyes were obviously elsewhere. In fact, she was staring at something. Was that jealousy shining through? No, she must just be being friendly. Unless…
“Who’s your friend?” Laura asked.
Megan jumped up, instantly reaching for her tankini top and covered her chest. Gabriel chuckled. As she looked over, she saw two men dressed in white khakis and white t-shirts, both muscular and tall. The one with brunette hair she knew, and the one with blonde hair she did not. The one that she knew looked at her lovingly, with eyes only for her. The other’s eyes were fixated directly on Laura.
“Relax, ma cherie. This is Jean-Pierre, my first mate. He has agreed to take Mademoiselle Laura to the Champs-Élysées to buy a dress and shoes. You will of course be taking my helicopter so that you can make it back in time for dinner,” he explained.
Laura practically jumped out of her beach chair. She walked up to the buff man and held out her hand, looking for a handshake. “Nice to meet you, Jean-Pierre,” she said.
Jean-Pierre grabbed her hand gently and slowly brought it to his lips. When he kissed it, Laura turned red, and it wasn’t from the sun’s kiss on her skin.
“Jean-Pierre also doesn’t speak a word of English, but I know that shouldn’t be a problem for you,” Gabriel continued.
Laura smiled. “No problem at all.” She turned around and quickly threw her clothes on. Megan lowered her tankini top, deciding that Jean-Pierre was no one to be self-conscious around.
Laura gave Megan a kiss on the cheek before leaving. “See you tonight!” she said, then happily took Jean-Pierre’s arm as he lead her to the helipad, conveniently just as Gabriel’s helicopter flew by overhead, coming in for a landing.
Megan turned her attention to Gabriel, who was looking her up and down. She posed for him, which seemed silly but he drank it up. She got one last look at Laura before she boarded the helicopter.
“Will she be back by dinnertime? It may be awkward with just the two of us and my aunt,” she said.
“I have given Jean-Pierre specific instructions to be back by dinnertime. After dinner, however,” Gabriel smiled, “I have a feeling he will give Laura a night she will never forget.”