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I stirred and opened my eyes, nudged into wakefulness by the light of the dawning sun sneaking in through the curtains. The night had been warm and humid, and I’d slept nude under a single sheet. Now I wriggled happily in the bed for a few minutes, blissfully enjoying the knowledge that I was on holiday, and there was absolutely no need to get up if I didn’t want to. It wasn’t even five o’clock yet, but the fresh morning light was inviting, and, perversely, knowing that I didn’t have to get out of bed made me happier about doing it.Slipping out from under the sheet, I padded across the room and pulled the curtains carefully aside. There was no-one in sight, so I slid open the glass doors onto the veranda and went over to the little balcony rail. I stretched pleasurably, feeling a delicious tingle through my entire body, enjoying the feeling of the warm air on my bare skin. The air seemed hardly to have cooled at all overnight, and the distant mountains encircling False Bay were cloaked in morning haze. The only sound was the regular swoosh of the surf on the beach, and the whooping and chirping of unfamiliar birds greeting the dawn. I was enjoying the view so much that at first I didn’t notice the female jogger passing on the road below me. She looked up, saw my naked body, and waved with a smile. I waved back, smiling too, a shared early-morning moment.I sighed with pleasure, and wondered if my friend Janet was awake yet. She’d been a close friend of mine at university, although this was my first visit to her home country since she’d returned to South Africa at the end of her degree. We’d enjoyed a short but intense lesbian relationship during our second year, which had ended with mutual recognition that we both liked men too much to make it a permanent thing, but we’d stayed friends, even occasionally sharing lovers when the opportunity arose. The chance to visit her for a week had been too good to miss.The house belonged to her uncle, but she often looked after it when he was out of the country on business. It was in an especially idyllic location, situated practically on St James’ Beach, with only a quiet road and a single-track railway line between it and the sea. My window looked out directly onto the wide expanse of the bay, where Escort Beşevler Janet said that whales could be seen at the right time of year. A row of brightly-painted beach huts gave an attractive splash of colour, just visible through the palm trees. Just a few miles away from the lively, cosmopolitan centre of Cape Town, it felt like another world.I breathed a sigh of pleasure. It was gorgeous, and I was suddenly reluctant to go back to bed. The deserted beach looked inviting, and I felt an urge to enjoy it before anyone else was up. I quickly slipped on a loose dress, not bothering with underwear; in this heat, restrictive and unnecessary items of clothing were even less desirable than usual. I scribbled a short note and slipped it under Janet’s door, so she’d know where I was, and tiptoed as quietly as I could down the creaking wooden stairs.There was an underpass right opposite the apartments, which led beneath the railway straight onto the beach. I was surprised to find the sand was rougher than I was used to on English beaches, but still soft enough for my feet to sink into it as I took off my sandals and enjoyed the feeling of the grains between my bare toes. I jumped as a pale crab suddenly emerged from the sand in front of me and scuttled off towards the water, its claws waving accusingly.As I got closer to the water, I saw that the waves were rather larger than they’d looked from my bedroom, forming substantial walls of surf before crashing onto the beach. Even so, the sea was warm as it swirled around my feet, and I splashed happily along the edge of the water. At one point I had to retreat quickly up the beach to avoid getting my dress wet when a particularly large wave exploded alongside me, so I pulled it up and knotted it around the top of my thighs.At first, I thought I was the only one on the beach, but then I saw a figure standing in the water a short distance further along. I wasn’t going to let one other early-riser spoil my walk, so I continued towards them. Then, as I got closer, I realised it was Janet. She was wearing a pale green one-piece swimsuit, and as I watched a large wave broke over her, knocking her off her feet and washing her onto the beach. She emerged from the surf Çankaya escort wiping her face, then waded out again to wait for the next wave to hit her.She seemed to be having fun. I walked towards her, and waved as soon as she looked in my direction. She splashed through the water towards me, smiling.“Oh, hi Annie, you’re awake too now,” she smiled, running her hand through her short blonde hair. “I put my head around your door when I came out, but you were sound asleep, and I thought you’d probably be tired.”“I was,” I admitted, “but the light woke me. Then it seemed such a shame to stay in bed. I love this time of day. And it’s so warm already!”“Me too. I mean, just look at it – it’s perfection, and there’s no-one else even up. I love to stand in the surf and let the waves hit me. You shouldn’t go too far out; the ground slopes steeply just out there, and the tides can be dangerous, but I don’t mind. I just love the sea.”She smiled.“Why don’t you join me? Just wear your undies; there’s no-one else to see, and who cares if they do?”I blushed.“I’d love to, but actually I’ve not got anything on under this dress at all. Bras get so itchy in this weather.”She gave a cheeky grin.“I know, it’s times like this I’m glad I’m so flat-chested, I really don’t need one. You’ll just have to skinny-dip then. Go on, no-one’s going to see.”It was tempting; very tempting. I love to swim naked, and the surf looked so inviting. I must have looked more doubtful than I felt, because Janet suddenly began to slip the straps of her one-piece off her shoulders.“Look, I’ll do it too. Come on Annie, it’ll be fun.”Suddenly her costume was bunched around her waist, and her tiny breasts were bare in front of me, just as I remembered them. She had hardly any areolae either, so her nipples were just two cute pink dots on her chest. She pulled her costume right off down her legs, leaving her naked. Throwing the damp costume high onto the sand where she’d left a brightly-coloured towel, she splashed back into the water, then turned and looked at me. Her slim boyish figure was gorgeous; if it wasn’t for the fact that she didn’t have a cock and balls dangling between her legs – just a neat bush of blonde hair, cut very short – she could Cebeci escort bayan easily have passed for an androgynous boy.“Come on Annie, you have to do it now.” She staggered as a wave broke against her, but managed to keep her feet.In the circumstances, there was really only one thing I could do. I untied the knot holding my dress up, then undid the buttons down the front and pulled it off over my head. I put it next to Janet’s costume, then ran down to the sea, splashing into the shallow water, my little tits bouncing; bigger than hers, but not much. Suddenly it didn’t seem quite so warm, and I hesitated with the water washing around my knees. I knew it would be fine once I was in, but as always it was taking that first plunge that was difficult.”Come on, it’s lovely,” giggled Janet. Suddenly, the decision was taken out of my hands. A huge roller rose up out of the sea behind her. With her back to it, she was caught by surprise as it burst over her in a white torrent of surging surf, knocking her off her feet and tossing her against my legs. I collapsed on top of her into the water as a second wave completed the job, leaving us both rolling and spluttering helplessly as the water tried to drag us back into the sea.Janet struggled to her feet, giggling like a loon.“You saw that coming, you doos,” she snorted, shaking the water out of her ears.“Doos?”“It means idiot, you doos. Come on, at least you’re wet now.”She put out her hand and helped me up. Unashamed, she looked at my nude body, smiling as she noticed my clean-shaven public mound. Then she blushed.“Sorry, Annie, but I’d forgotten what a great body you had,” she said. “And you’re all bare down there now. I like it.”Together, we waded back out into the water up to our waists. Sometimes a wave reached us before it broke, and we let the swell lift us off our feet before it broke behind us. More often, we stood and faced the breaking surf, bracing ourselves as it splashed against our naked bodies, sometimes knocking us off our feet and rolling us over in the sand. The feel of the rough water and abrasive sand against my naked body was exhilarating; it was like a vigorous, cleansing exfoliation.I found myself looking at Janet’s trim bum-cheeks as she waded out again. I remembered the times I’d held them in my hands as we made love, and suddenly found myself wanting her again. We’d agreed back in London that our sexual relationship was over, however much we stayed friends, but I wasn’t so sure any more. Seeing her naked body again was arousing me more than I cared to admit.
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