I was 26, it was a hot summer in Brighton. My girlfriend Anna & I shared a top floor attic flat just a few minutes walk from the beach. Seagulls nested loudly on our roof each spring, and we regularly had friends visit us, down from London usually, telling us how great it was to get away from all of the heat & fumes. We pretended to sympathise with them, and mostly spent our weekends cooking, drinking, swimming and rolling spliffs until they caught their train back again on Sunday.

After 8 years together things had gone stale in the bedroom between Anna & me. She was a plump girl, and I liked that, but she’d grown bored with me, and I thought she was seeing someone else. I just didn’t know how to excite her any more. I was focused on work, she got handouts from her family. I resented that. We’d stopped talking.

This weekend her friend Sophie was back from Oxford and coming round for a catch up. Sophie looked and dressed very tart, and always had several guys on the go, and (much to Anna’s relief when we first met) was totally not my type at all. Her legendary sex exploits were always worth hearing, and I was an honoured part of the audience when she told us about the latest cock up.

She turned up with another friend, Clare, who was nearly as big as Anna. She was about my height, had elegant dark eyes, self assured, with long wavy brown hair, wearing tiny sparkling ear studs, cool yellow sandals, and a long loose floral patterned cotton dress, lightly covering the curves of her magnificent breasts and bottom. I stumbled my words, closed my mouth and the door and tried not to stare.

“God, I’m such a perv!” I thought, as I indulged myself with the view of her sturdy legs climbing up the stairs ahead of me. My cock was making its presence felt inside my denim cut-off shorts, warming the top of my thigh with each step.

Pretty soon we were all down on the beach.

We lay down on our fronts, stretching out on the warm pebbles, Anna and Sophie on my right, talking, Clare on my left, mostly listening but chipping in occasionally. I took my t-shirt off, and as the girls chatted away the rhythm of the waves lulled me off to sleep.

I slipped into a vivid dream about Clare, her billowing skirt and strong legs, her plump curvy breasts inside her dress. As I dozed in the sun, my cock grew, swelling and lengthening diagonally until my knob was poking out of the waistband on the left side of my shorts.

A few minutes later I woke but didn’t move, enjoying the warm sun. Suddenly I felt the breeze run across my knob. It was stuck there, it wouldn’t move back. If I waited it would go down, but… it didn’t. Could Clare see it from where she was laying beside me? They were busy talking. Could the others see it across from their side? Still facing left, I opened my eyes.