Hey! It’s Kari again. Man! Just reread my first story. So hot! It’s been a while since I wrote that and there’s a lot more to tell you. There’s some more about me and Andy but before I get to that I want to tell you about something that happened not too long after that first story.So it was another warm sunny beach day and I was feeling, shall we say “frisky”. I don’t know what else to call it. “Horny” works, I guess? It’s different though. I didn’t just feel like getting off, I felt like showing off. Do you get what I mean? Maybe not. Maybe I’m just a weirdo and it’s only me that feels this way. But anyway …It started when I woke up. Or should I say, when I was woken up by my pesky but still mostly lovable brother, Kevin. I didn’t hear what he said at first. I was lying in bed asleep, and he was saying something loud enough to wake me, but not loud enough for it to register. I was lying on my side, facing away from my bedroom door.”Kevin?” I said groggily. No response. Then a quiet, “Yeah?””What did you say?” I asked.I heard the door creak which meant it had been open but now Kevin had opened it wider.”I said Mom’s got pancakes ready if you want some.””K, Thanks,” I said. That’s when I remembered that I was naked. I often take off my clothes when going to bed, especially on warm summer nights like last night. Or when I am horny … like last night. Next, I realized that my bed sheet was kind of gathered between my legs, leaving my entire backside bare. Which meant Kevin could see my naked ass.Pest or no pest, brother or no brother, Kevin was a guy and I have a pretty good idea of what seeing a girl’s naked ass does to a guy, even if it’s his slightly older sister.I had noticed Kevin checking me out from time to time. I guess to be fair I do tease him a little. Little things like letting him see me on the way to the bathroom wearing only a towel that covered my nipples but left the tops of my breasts exposed and wearing tight tops with no bra when the parents have gone out and there’s just me and him at home. Small stuff like that. But this was the first time he saw any whole part of me naked.I think I have a nice round butt so I figured seeing it was a treat for him and, of course, that started getting me excited.”Kevin?” I said again, mostly to see if he was still there. Another hesitation.”Yeah?”Busted. I could have called him out for perving on his sister but that’s not my game. He was looking at me because he liked what he saw – and I like that, a lot.So instead I said, sweetly, “Can you get me a towel?””Sure,” he said and I heard him walk down the hall.I tried to picture myself from his perspective: my long wavy red hair splayed over my shoulders and down my back to just above my bare ass and long smooth legs. Yeah, I was liking how I looked through my “Kevin eyes”.I rolled onto my stomach and balled the Atalar Escort sheet under my tummy so my butt would stick up a bit more than it already was.When Kevin returned with my towel I kept my head turned away from him and just extended my arm toward him and wiggled my fingers to get him to hand it to me. I pictured him eying me as he stepped over and put the towel in my hand. Then he stood right there looking down at me. Could he see my pussy? That was farther than I had intended to take this but the thought that he was made me even wetter.”You know you’re naked, right?” he asked.Damn! What did THAT mean? That he COULD see my pussy? I started to melt. I turned my face toward him and gave him my sweetest smile.”I know,” I said. “Problem?””No. No problem at all,” he said, still standing there.”Kev?” I began.”Yeah?”Can you close the door so I can get up and take a shower?”Oops. Was that ambiguous or what? I didn’t really intend it to be and almost died thinking that he might take it as an invitation to stay in my room while I got up. I tried to prepare myself for what to do if he stayed. As he stepped to the door, I found myself hoping he would stay. I realized that if he did I had already decided to get up and just stand there, naked, and watch his eyes as he looked at my breasts and pussy for the first time. I could already feel my pussy gaping open and drooling down my legs while he looked at me.But he didn’t. As he stepped out and began to close the door I thanked him for the towel and was rewarded by seeing him leer at me one last time as he closed the door.Horny exhibitionist engine ignited.I couldn’t take my shower, get dressed and leave fast enough. Yup, it was going to be another beach day. I gassed up and drove fifty miles to a beach I’d heard of but never visited. It was clothing optional.From what I’d read it was pretty popular, but I was thinking that nude seventeen-year-old redheads with killer bodies weren’t terribly common. That’s what I was counting on. I didn’t want to be just another naked body or even the rarer pretty naked girl. I wanted to be the girl with clothes on that everyone would kill to see naked. Thinking of being that girl was making me so hot I fingered myself all the way to the beach and even gave one trucker something to think about on his long drive.I pulled into the parking lot, grabbed my bag, and headed for the changing hut. I was almost there when a green convertible caught my eye. I recognize that car, but from where. Then it hit me. That was Mr. Johnson’s car. Mr. Johnson was my English teacher last year. He was only in his twenties and handsome and I had a huge crush on him all year long. All the girls did, and some of the boys, haha.Was Mr. Johnson at this beach? Was he naked? Was he alone? My mind started reeling with possibilities.Would I get to Atalar Escort Bayan see him naked? Would he get to see me naked? Could I seduce him? Should I? My teeth started chattering and my body started shaking despite the 90-degree heat. I felt myself getting even hotter as I hatched a plan.I changed into my white bikini. Kind of a tube top that was tied in the back with no straps. Little bows on each side held the bottoms on, or not. White was my color. It looks good with red and nicely accentuates a girl’s curves you see.I then climbed a dune and surveyed the beach. Wow, some sights to be seen. But no Mr. Johnson. I could tell there were people scattered all up along the shore though and figured he must be one of those people in the distance. It looked like most if not all the people near the parking lot were clothed and those farther along the shore were nude.So off I went, strolling along the shore with my beach bag in hand. And by stroll I mean I was walking slowly, turning around a lot, picking up and examining tiny shells and shiny stones – just being the cute girl I am, showing off but always on the lookout for Mr. J.Trouble was, anyone who knew me could spot me from a fair distance what with the long red hair and all. Well, mostly just that. We gingers are the rarest of hair breeds. So unless he was dozing, or otherwise preoccupied, Mr. J was likely to spot me before I spotted him. So, at an opportune moment I decided to lose my top, or at least remove it and drop it into my bag. That way even if Mr. J spotted me and hid, he’d have seen me topless and that thought alone instantly brought back my chills.Now as I strolled along, looking down for shells and such, I could see my bare breasts looking up at me. I could look around and marvel at how many eyes on how many clothed and also naked bodies were staring in my direction. I welcomed those stares and felt everyone as a gentle, loving caress.The density of people and beach blankets thinned the farther I strolled and I started to wander away from the shoreline, meandering between the dunes and the water. This brought me closer to the people I passed, couples, single guys, and even some single girls. When the couples were the same sex did that mean they were gay or was that assuming too much? I decided I didn’t know and that it didn’t matter. What mattered was how they reacted to me.I tried to make eye contact and smile at everyone I passed. If it was a lone guy and his gaze lingered on me I’d stop and look out to sea or bend to examine a piece of driftwood or something, just to give him a good chance to check me out. I loved to feel my boobs hang away from my chest when I bend over and I think it probably looks pretty hot too. It made me sooo hot to think about these guys looking at my boobs and wanting them so badly.One nice middle-aged Escort Atalar guy thought of something funny to say and we had a little chat. I watched his penis grow as we talked. It’s such a rush knowing I can do that to a man just by letting him look at my body. I guess my showing some interest in his didn’t hurt either.He invited me to sit with him a while and I was tempted, you know, given my thing for older guys and the fact that by then he had developed a very nice hardon that I wanted to swallow whole. I declined but said I might be back if I found anything interesting to show him. I decided if I did go back I’d be bottomless and say something cute about not finding anything but that I wanted to show him something interesting anyway (I’d be referring to my pussy if you didn’t catch that.I know – if I were a boy I’d make me hard too. LOL.One couple was fun. They were middle-aged too, maybe 50ish. Both were naked and a little on the heavy side. She was sitting up, very friendly, and a real talker. What kept me interested though was the guy. He was lying beside and a bit behind the woman, out of her sight as she didn’t take her eyes off my face as she spoke to me. He, on the other hand, didn’t take his eyes off my chest.At first, he just stared but soon he began to bump his hand into his penis which began to grow. I started to glance at it, looking away from the woman. Seeing me looking seemed to embolden the guy and he started touching himself, pulling his foreskin up and down his penis with his fingers and thumb. I stopped paying any attention to the woman. While she kept talking I just watched the man now blatantly jerking his fully erect cock. It was hot watching him fuck me in his mind while he sat right beside what I figured was his wife.I decided she couldn’t be this oblivious and just didn’t care. And if she didn’t neither did I. So I slowly moved a little closer to them until I was inches from their blanket. She was still looking up at me, talking away. His gaze dropped to my hands as I started playing with the bows holding my bottoms on.When I took hold of the ends and slowly began to pull, the woman finally shut up and looked down. They both watched silently as I very slowly tugged the ties open, pulled the loose fabric from between my legs, and deposited it into my bag. My pussy was on fire. I didn’t need to look down to know how swollen my lips were, how my inner folds were peeking out, and how a trickle of my juice ran out of my vagina and down my leg. I dropped my bag and used both hands to part my lips so they could easily see my cute little clit. My arms at my sides squeezed my breasts together making them round and full. I luxuriated in the feeling of my body being as totally exposed to them as possible.The woman reached for me and started exploring my pussy with her fingers. My mouth fell open as I stood there, legs apart, head back, breasts gathered together. I continued to hold my pussy open, offering it to her to molest and for him to devour with his lustful eyes. I was in paradise when the man started to shoot ropes of cum over both of them.