Five

Finally, he am empty. She releases him and sits back in her seat. Leaving his dick standing tall, still pulsing.
“Ahhh.” She smacks her lips. “That was delicious.”
He manage to tuck his dick between his legs and pull his pants up just as the car behind him makes a pass. It’s a mini-van. Parents in the front seat, children in the back seat, watching an animated movie. The father makes eye contact with him and gave him a slight nod as they drove by.
“That was fun.” Mrs. Orton whispered and Mike roll his eyes. She’s just as crazy as her daughters.
As they pass mile marker 195, Mike a noise in the back seat.
“How close are we?” Vicky asks through a yawn.
“Not much further.” Her mother answers. “The ocean is actually on the horizon. It’s just hard to see since it’s so dark.”
Mrs. Orton is right. She’s soon telling him what exit to take, and an hour later he pull up to a thin house that is on a street where all the houses are equally thin and stacked close together. The Rest of the suburban wakes and they trudge our bags inside.
Inside the house is exquisite, Mrs. Orton spared no expense when she booked it. The main floor has a large kitchen, soft sofas facing a fireplace and large flat screen, a dining table large enough to seat them all, sliding glass door leading to a balcony. There’s one bedroom on this floor, Mrs. Orton claims it.
Tina immediately heads downstairs to her room for the night. Bella and her family go up one level and retire to bed. Mike and Vicky set stuck with the floor above that one, but when they reach the top of the stairs, he was grateful for it. The very top floor is nothing but a large bedroom. A giant bed lays against the wall, facing the opposite wall which is made entirely out of glass, which in the morning will give them a perfect view of the ocean. Beyond the glass wall is a spacious deck.
Mike and Vicky organized their things in the bathroom. They are both eager to start their vacation, but they are more eager to get into the comfortable looking king sized bed and snuggle up underneath the satin sheets.
His head hits the pillow and he have the thought to open the patio door a crack so he can fall asleep to the sound of the ocean. But it’s too late… He was already drifting into sleep.
He woke the next morning feeling well rested. He was in the bed alone. Vicky was up already.  Their room faces the west but it is already filled with sunlight. He look out and admire the breathtaking view. He slip out of the bed and walk out onto our private patio.
Wow. Mrs. Orton could not have picked a better house for the week. He look down to see that their back door opens right up onto the beach. From our back door, there’s twenty or so yards of sand, then water. It’s early but there are already several surfers in the water. A Jogger runs by. A couple holding hands strolls by going the opposite way.
“Good morning sleepy head!” He hear from below him. He look down to see that Vicky has just stepped out of the basement door onto the sand. He wave and tell her he’ll be down soon. He turn to head back in and notice that from their patio there is a set of stairs that ascends onto the roof.
When he reach the main floor, he find it empty. There’s a note on the kitchen counter, it’s from Mrs. Orton. It reads: “I went to get Groceries. I will back soon.”
He headed down to the basement and then out the back door. He stop for a moment to savor the feel of the sand between his toes and then he jog to where Vicky and the rest of the gang have set up their chairs.
“Hey babe. Nice of you to join us.” Vicky greets him.
He give her body a quick scan. She’s wearing the new bikini she bought specifically for the trip. Her dark hair is tied up in a loose bun. Large sunglasses obscure most of her face. Her average sized breasts fill the top of her flower-patterned bikini nicely. Her stomach is flat and hard. Her hips flare out slightly. A small triangle of fabric covers the smooth surface between her legs. And her legs, they’re slender, stretched out straight. Her skin is already fairly tan, but by the time they leave for home she’ll be black no doubt. Vicky tans so easily.
“Like what you see.” She teases, catching him staring.
“I do.” He admitted but Vicky isn’t the only good thing to look at. Tina is laying in the chair next to her. And compared to Vicky, Tina’s swimwear looks ultra conservative. TIna is wearing what he want to call a tube top. Though it’s more like a shoelace top it’s so thin. And her bottoms are little more than a thong.
Tina rolled over to sun her back and confirms that she is definitely wearing some kind of thong. Her perky round ass cheeks are completely exposed. Her lack of attire shows off all of her tattoos. His eyes are glued on Tina’s backside when he hear laughter behind him and he turn to see Bella.
She was wearing a black one piece. The design comes to a V between her legs, cut high on her hips, revealing her legs. The sides have ovals cut out, showing her skin underneath and accentuating her hourglass figure. The tight suit struggles to repress her humongous tits. The neckline is modest but you can still see a large valley of cleavage. The sunlight shines through her blond hair. A genuine laugh shows on her face.
If she were running in slow motion this would be straight out of Baywatch.
Her young son clasps onto one hand, Jacob holds him by the other and they playfully dip his feet in the water as the waves roll in. Jacob looks as though he is already developing a sun burn.
Mike pull his shirt over his head and toss it under Tina’s chair. It’s moments like these that he was thankful for the hours he put in at the gym. He don’t have an insane physique but he feel comfortable with his shirt off. He look at Jacob and make a mental note to himself never to allow his body to become like that. Small spaghetti arms. Pot gut forming, soft with ice cream, fast food and too much leisure.
“Get your own boyfriend to ogle at.” Vicky says to Tina and playfully hits her with a rolled-up magazine. Although it doesn’t deter Tina. She keeps staring at him, in fact she gives him a wink. Vicky’s not really upset. She takes the fact that he was in a good enough shape to ‘ogle’ as a compliment to herself.
He look back to Bella and catch her eyes traveling up and down his body, but she quickly looks away. Bella is much more subtle than Tina.
“What a beautiful day!” We all turn to see Mrs. Orton has returned. She’s walking towards us carrying two large bags. One is full of food and one is full of beach toys. Her feet are bare. She’s wearing loose tan colored capris and a baggy poncho type thing over her shirt. They do a could job concealing her curvy figure, but she still looks beautiful. A large sun hat provided shade for her face.
The girls dive into the food bag and start dividing it out. It’s mostly fruit. Once they have their fair share in hand they all retire to a lounge chair and begin chatting and laughing with one another. He watch as Tina pressed a ripe strawberry to her lips, savoring the sweetness before she puts it in her mouth. Tina caught him watching and when she thought no one else is watching she slide a peeled banana into her mouth as if she’s deep throating it.
“I saw that Tina. You deviant.” Mrs. Orton says. They all laugh because they know it’s true. He decide he can’t take anymore of watching the girls eat phallic shaped foods. He check the second bag and find a football.
“Hey Jacob, you wanna toss the ball around?” He ask him. Surprisingly he says sure.
The tide is low and they jog to the sand that is still wet and start tossing the ball back and forth to one another. The beach is more crowded now. Kids splash in the waves. Families build castles in the sand. Lots of joggers and casual strollers go by. Without fail everyone that goes by them slows and looks at the girls lounging in their chairs. Their heads turn to stare as they jog, or walk past their spot on the beach until if they wanted to keep looking they’d have to walk backwards, at which point they finally tear their eyes away. Men and Women both. They don’t have to be blamed though. The girls all look like goddesses that could have walked out of the sea like Aphrodite.
They spend several more hours at the beach. The girls soak up the rays for the most part. But occasionally when they are feeling too hot they spring from their chair and run and dive into the cool ocean. He always make sure to stop whatever it is he was doing at the time and watch them as they do this, especially Bella, her immense breasts bouncing up and down as she runs. And he was not alone, all the beach goers around them stop to watch them too.
He even see an annoyed lady smack the back of the head of the guy next to her who watches Tina while making no attempt to hide it. A wife disciplining her husband no doubt.
Mrs. Orton stays in her chair though, reading. She must not want to get too much sun the first day because she keeps her capris, shawl and sun hat on the whole time.