Windy Beach
by Buck Lee

It was a beautiful sunny afternoon on Hurricane Island; not a cloud in the sky, the sea virtually flat calm. It was so hot that even the exotic birds had gone for a siesta in the trees, and there was no traffic for miles.

Chris was relaxing on the beach when a loud fart broke the peace. Despite himself, Chris couldn’t help but look up from his book. The only person nearby was about fifty feet away on a sunlounger, sunning herself in a bright red bikini. Chris noticed with delight that she was a little chubbier than most of the girls on the island; not fat, but just carrying a little extra padding around the middle, which formed into a couple of cute little belly rolls as she sat up and made eye-contact.

“Oh, do excuse me,” she called, “I guess that was rather rude.” Chris was taken aback – he hadn’t expected her to be so unembarrassed and bold about her passing wind. He decided to pretend that he hadn’t heard anything.

“What was?” he replied innocently, with as straight a face as he could muster. But the words had hardly left his lips when an even louder eruption sounded from between her cheeks.

“That!” she laughed, and Chris really enjoyed the way her round, full breasts jiggled in her slightly over-stretched bikini top. He realised that if he was going to go over and talk to her, he would have to do so soon, before his pleasure became all too evident.

“Don’t worry,” he said, standing up and wandering casually over towards her, “it’s only natural after all.”

“I’m glad you agree,” she giggled, and with that lifted her cute, soft bottom slightly and expelled her loudest grunt yet. Chris could hardly contain himself; who was this fine looking young girl who seemed to have real trouble controlling her obvious flatulence.

He had always been turned on by girls who liked a good fart, but very few were so unashamedly gassy as this pretty specimen. And my, was she hot, he thought as he approached closer – he could now see a few little stretch marks around the sides of her stomach, and there were definitely the beginnings of some gorgeous love handles.

Unlike most of his peers, Chris had never been interested in stick-thin blonde supermodels – he preferred something to squeeze. In fact, although he barely admitted this even to himself, the bigger the girl the better, in his opinion. Chris knew that he had to find out more.

“Wow, that was quite something,” he smiled as he sat down on the sunlounger next to hers, “I think they heard that one back in the town!”

“Probably,” the owner of the noisy bottom agreed, “I just had the biggest lunch, and I guess it was a bit too much for me!” She groaned in mock-pain as she held her swollen stomach and another large fart escaped into the sea air.

“Ooh, that’s better,” she informed Chris. “In fact, I feel hungry again already! What’s your name, anyway?”

“Chris, how about you?”

“I’m Gemma, are you here on vacation?”

“That’s right. This is my first week, and I still have five more to go.”

“Wow, really? I’m here for six weeks, too! I guess we’re two really lucky people.”

"Not as lucky as I am to meet a girl like you," thought Chris. And we could be spending five weeks together. That’s more than lucky, that’s just too good to be true.

“Do you fancy an ice cream?” Chris asked, “there’s a hut just up the beach that does a mean mint choc chip.”

“Mmm, my favourite!” Gemma replied, licking her lips and rubbing her stomach with pleasure, “that would go down as a real treat right now.”

“Do you want a single cone or double cone?” Chris enquired, guessing (and hoping) that it would be a double. But he was wrong.

“Oh, screw the cones, they’re hardly a mouthful! Get us a tub to share. No, two tubs!”

Chris was enthralled. This was beyond his wildest dreams. “Are you sure? A full tub?”

“Two tubs, honey. We are on vacation after all!”

Chris strolled along the beach towards the ice cream hut, his mind in turmoil. He was barely able to keep from skipping every other step. A girl who already has a full figure, who’ll eat a whole tub of ice cream straight after lunch? And what’s more, has digestive problems so loud they could be used as a ship’s foghorn? He’d just found love at first sight.

He had not walked more than a few paces when another noisy fart followed him down the beach.

“Hurry up, honey, I’m HUNGRY!” Gemma called after him.

Ten dollars lighter but two tubs of ice cream heavier, Chris sat back down on the sunlounger next to Gemma’s chubby, suntanned body.

“Aww, thanks, honey, you’re a real star,” she said, grabbing the nearest tub and ripping off the lid. It was all Chris could do to start opening his own ice cream; he just couldn’t take his eyes off Gemma as she started wolfing down the mint choc chip, spoonful after spoonful.

After half the tub had gone, she leaned back and closed her eyes. Chris had barely touched his, but he was a little disappointed.

‘I knew she’d never manage a whole tub,’ he thought to himself. But once again Gemma was to prove him wrong. She raised her rounded butt-cheeks, which were seriously beginning to eat into her red bikini bottoms, and let rip with an astonishing expulsion of gas.

“Ooh, I guess that’s freed up a little more room,” she smiled, and picked up the tub once again.

Barely a couple of minutes later, Gemma’s tub lay empty on the sand. She farted gently three or four more times, then lay back and clasped her hands over her now massive belly. To Chris it seemed at least twice the size it was when he had first noticed her, and he probably wasn’t far wrong. As for his tub, he had eaten many spoonfuls, but well over half remained and he just couldn’t keep pace with the wonderful farting, eating machine next to him.

Gemma looked over and spotted this immediately.

“Don’t you want that?” she asked sweetly, obvious hunger in her brown eyes. Chris could not believe his ears – but then that’s what he had thought when he had first heard her let one off, just an hour ago.

“No, I’m done, you go ahead,” he replied. Gemma closed her eyes and squeezed out a long, low fart that reverberated among the palm trees behind them.

“That’s better,” she said, and then: “I couldn’t let this go to waste,” as she tucked into her second tub without further ado.

Many spoonfuls and a few bursts of wind later, all the ice cream was gone.

“Aaaah,” Gemma sighed, as a squeaky little fart emerged from between her cheeks.

Chris could contain himself no longer.

“Gemma,” he began, “I know this may seem a little forward, as I’ve only known you for a little more than an hour, but I just have to say: I truly think that you are the most gorgeous girl I have ever met.”

Gemma rolled over on the sunlounger to face him, so that her deep cleavage hung sexily over her expanded belly-rolls.

“Thanks, honey,” she said seductively, “I think you’re pretty cute, too. But is it my body you like,” she shook herself so that several parts of her jiggled, “or is it what comes out of it?”

With that she once again let rip with an enormous fart, almost blowing a hole in her bikini bottoms.

“Both,” replied Chris, in lust and in love. “Do you fancy a swim in the sea? The water’s quite warm.”

“I’d love one,” replied Gemma, fluttering her eyelashes cheekily. She got up off the sunlounger, grunting with the effort of lifting her swollen belly, which now looked fully six months pregnant, poking out over her bottoms to create a gorgeous little overhang. Inevitably, the strain of movement caused her to release a little more gas into the atmosphere.

Chris couldn’t wait to go after her. Quickly catching up with her slow walk, which the ice cream had turned into a waddle, he pushed her gently in the back so that she fell towards the sea, then caught her just as they both hit the water.

Gemma’s squeals of fear and delight were cut short by Chris clamping his lips on to hers. Instantly she moved her tongue into his mouth, and he responded, moving his hands from her ass round to the front to stroke her divine belly. The excitement caused her to fart again, several times, and bubbles floated from her bikini bottoms up through the water.

As one, the couple moved deeper, until their bodies were fully submerged. Still kissing, Gemma could feel Chris’s erect penis digging into her soft belly, causing her to fart and get wet at the same time. Finally she could resist no longer and pulled Chris’s shorts to the ground, and when she resurfaced he returned the favour by liberating her perfect breasts from her bikini, which they were threatening to escape from anyway.

Still farting intermittently and groaning with pleasure, Gemma pulled her bikini bottoms aside and sat straight on Chris’s hard, throbbing cock, farting louder and louder with each thrust as she pushed her belly into his chest and rubbed her large tits in his face. Neither could last for long, and with a final, massive fart from Gemma, and a shout from Chris, they came, simultaneously and uncontrollably.

As they swam gently back to shore to retrieve their clothes (with a small trail of bubbles still following Gemma), they both felt exhausted yet excited. Five weeks to go – they knew they’d be seeing each other again.

“I know a great restaurant not far from here, if you fancy coming with me tonight?” said Chris as they gained the beach.

“Their five-bean chilli is to die for,” he added with a grin. Gemma returned his cheeky smile.

“Sounds great,” she replied, “see you at seven?”

“See you at seven,” Chris confirmed, and wandered off down the beach, smiling about the girl he had just met; the girl of his dreams.