I'm glad I didn't agree to beat off Timmy in the changing room, cause right as we we're leaving a mom with two younger cubs walks in... We would have been caught immediately. I smirk at Timmy and he lets out a little whine. I squeeze his little paw and lead him towards the beach; it's still sparsely populated, and we have pick of the litter on what spot we want. I decide to set us up under one of the huge beach umbrellas set up near the water. Timmy helps me lay out our towels, and he's glancing around with a nervous grin on his face; his boner's gone down a bit, but you can still tell he's packing down there.

"You think anyone's noticed?"

"I'm sure someone will soon. Just enjoy it." I don't have to tell him twice, he already can't stop smiling.

I flop down on the towel, fully in the shade of the umbrella, and Timmy sits down next to me. I reach over the plastic bag I brought with some snacks and water in it, and grab my flask. I take a big draw from it. 

Timmy looks at me quizzically. "What's that?"

I take another swig, then screw the cap back on. "I don't think you would like it. Most cubs your age don't like it."

He pouts. "I'm not a baby..."

"It's booze. Like, the kind your daddy probably drinks when he's angry. Well, I dunno if your dad is like that..."

"Oh, gross... My parents drink wine sometimes and I took a sniff of it once, it's nasty. Why would you drink that stuff?"

I giggle, "This is WAY stronger than wine. You're having enough new experiences today, we can save this one for another time." I stuff it back in the bag and get back up, trying to adjust my bikini. It's really tight, I can't stop it from riding my ass... Or the front, either. Just gotta accept that neither of us are hiding anything today. That was kind of the point. Timmy's watching eagerly while I try to get my crotch in order; it's right at eye level with how he's sitting, and he's idly rubbing himself through his suit while he stares.

I smile at him, "C'mon perv, cut that out. Let's go for a swim."

He hops up and adjusts his one-piece around his butt, and he still can't stop gliding his paws over his body. "Why don't boys wear these too? It feels really good."

We ditch our sandals and take off at a jog for the water, charging through the shallows; I take a jump and belly flop into the water as soon as it's deep enough to swim, and Timmy does the same. It's a beautiful day, and the cool water feels great in my fur; we start swimming around together, splashing each other and having fun. I'm not a bad swimmer at all, but I'm not very fast because my tail gets waterlogged and slows me down. Timmy's good too, and a lot faster. He seems pretty natural in the water. 

We roughhouse for a bit, and it takes less than ten minutes for Timmy to start trying to feel me up under the water.

At first he just grazes my butt while we're playing, but he starts getting bolder and bolder. He swims by again and gives my ass a firm squeeze before I push him away. I can't really get away from him, he's so much faster; next pass, his hand reaches between my legs but I grab his wrist... He cackles and dives underwater, and I lose sight of him. 

I'm treading water looking around for him, then suddenly feel something press hard into my crotch; I let out an undignified squeak and get a bunch of water in my mouth. I splutter and reach underwater and he's got his snout between my legs. I put my claws in his hair and try to shove him off, but he grabs my thighs and holds on for a second, dragging his tongue up my pussy through my suit. I yelp and raise a footpaw to his shoulder and kick him away, legs quivering.

I'm still coughing up seawater when he emerges with a splash, taking a deep breath before laughing hysterically. "I got you GOOD-"

"-You little brat!" I try to sound angry, but I can't do it. Still catching my breath, I charge towards him but he nimbly swims away.

"Here, I got another good one for you..." He stops laughing and takes another deep breath before diving again. This time I try to dive after him, but I'm not good at keeping my eyes open underwater and I can't see him... when I emerge I just barely spot him swimming up to my side, and he reaches behind me.

This bikini top is tied on at the back, and he's going for the laces. I try to swim away with my hands in his face, but again he's too fast; he gives the laces a yank and my top starts sliding off. As he's turning to swim off again, I reach wildly through the water and snag him... Right by his little choker. I realize where I've got him just in time not to strangle him really hard, but I still hold on while he's trying to escape and that stops him dead. While he's coughing and sputtering I dart behind him and wrap my arms tight around his chest.

I whisper in his ear, panting. "Got you now, you little bastard."

He groans, "That hurt, Ly!" He's rubbing his throat, but I can tell it's not that bad. He squirms to try and get away from me, but I'm too strong for him. I spend so much time climbing I could hold him forever with one arm. 

"Don't be a baby, you're fine." 

I've gotta admit, I'm turned on now after all that touching. Having his snout in my crotch really got me going. I take a look around... We're pretty far off the beach, not many people nearby. Most are in the shallows, toddler cubs with their parents or teenagers playing volleyball or whatever. There's no sign of my top, either... Oh well, I've got nothing to hide.

I slide my hand down his slick one-piece and I feel him flex when it reaches his crotch. Obviously, he's still turned on too. "Alright, you want some relief now? I think I've teased you long enough." He whimpers when I give his cock a squeeze through the fabric, and nibble on his ear. I tuck his suit to the side and give him a little rub. "Let's cum together. We should make it quick though."

He gasps urgently, "Yeah... Don't think I'll last long anyway."

I release my grip on his chest and turn him around, then grab his hand and guide it to my pussy. He knows what to do and stuffs it inside my bikini, firmly rubbing my clit. I moan and wrap my paw around his cock and give it a squeeze; he moans in turn. 

"Put your fingers in..." He presses two inside of me, all the way in, and I sighhh... I'm not going to last long like this. He wiggles them around then starts working them in and out of me, his palm grinding my clit. I start jacking him off as vigorously as he's fingering me; I can tell he's going to cum as fast as I am by the way his hips start to move. We work each other harder and harder, and it only takes a minute before he squeaks at me. 

"Lyra, I'm gonna-"

"Me too, keep going...!" I clutch him close, and we cum at the same time. I grip his hand between my thighs, I'm clenching on his fingers inside of me; his hips are bucking his little dick into my balled fist. I can feel our warm juices swirling in the cool water around our thighs while we ride each other out. We squeeze each other tight for another euphoric moment, then I separate from him.

"Fuck, Timmy, that was a good one." 

"Right? It's so good doing this in public. I wish we'd met years ago." We're both panting and grinning. I kick around the water on my back while I catch my composure. Timmy's not even moving, just floating on his back with his eyes closed in bliss. His dick is still hanging out of his suit, softening and bobbing in the water.

"C'mon, we should get back to shore before some lifeguard thinks we're drowning... And put your cock away before someone notices." 

"Gimme a minute." He floats around enjoying his afterglow, fondling himself for while before moving his suit back in place, then we start paddling back to shore. We're swimming a little sluggishly, and my legs are wobbly when I stand up. 

The beach is starting to get crowded now; kids our age are getting off school, some more families are moving in as well. We must have been in the water for almost an hour. I'm glad we came early and got a good spot. We get back to our stuff and I drag my towel out of the shade into the sun so it can dry me off. Timmy does the same and we lay down next to each other, basking in our afterglow and the warm afternoon sun. I reach into the plastic bag and grab a couple of pairs of sunglasses, big round girly ones with thick plastic rims and solid black lenses, and hand a pair to Timmy.

"Oh, these are cute." They're so big on him they make him look even younger. Adorable.

"Yeah. No one can tell where you're looking now, either..." Well, almost no one. He's very obviously staring at my exposed boobs, small as they are. I give him a little shove, and he giggles.

I can already tell we're starting to get some looks... A little girl in a choker at the beach isn't something you see every day, and I'm a little old to be swimming topless, let alone in a bikini this tight. Now that we're both wet, our suits are leaving even less to the imagination than before. 

We start people-watching while we lean back and bask in the sun, and already I can identify some guys who can't stop checking us out. I lean over and whisper conspiratorially, "Two o'clock, the T-rex with the muscle-gut sitting with his wife and little cub."

Timmy turns his head a bit. "What about him?"

"He can't stop glancing at you. Or me, or both of us, can't really tell."

Timmy giggles. "Really?"

"Check this out." I sit up and luxuriously stretch my back with my arms in the air, waiting for him to take another look in our direction. When he does, I make a scene of spreading my legs. My damp bikini is hiding nothing. He's staring intensely now, and I definitely have his undivided attention... I reach into my suit and give my pussy a slow circular rub, acting like I'm just adjusting myself for just a little too long, then lean back again with my legs still spread.

He was holding a beer, but he's dropped it and it's foaming in the sand. His mouth has dropped too, and his face is totally blank; his eyes are wide open, fixated on my crotch. He's lucky his wife is on her phone and hasn't noticed what's going on before his toddler shakes his arm to get his attention. He snaps back to reality but his eyes linger on me for another beat before he crosses his legs, adjusts himself, goes back to trying to play with his little girl... But he's still peeking at us as much as he can.

Timothy is trying his hardest not to lapse into hysterics, tittering into his hand watching this flustered man try to keep himself together. "Lyra, you BROKE him!"

"It's so easy." I put my sandals on and start to get up. "Hey, I'm gonna go grab some of our stuff, I don't think we're going in the water again. I'll grab you your phone, too. You want some ice cream or something?" His ears perk up and he nods. 

I make another scene of adjusting myself in my suit cause I know that dino is still watching. "Why don't you give this a go? You'd be amazed what you can get away with. I'm not the only one here people are ogling, cutie."

Timmy's still getting over what I did to the dino. "Yeah, I might."

"Ten o'clock, the red fox teenager in the brimmed hat with his parents and little sister, he's on his phone. I think he's snapping creep shots of us. You can give him a show too... I'll be back in a few minutes." Timmy turns his head in that direction and smirks. "Have fun."

I skip over to the changing room with a spring in my step. My legs don't feel like jelly anymore, and I'm in a great mood. Damn, that was a good orgasm. I'm glad I pushed Timmy into doing this; he's really enjoying himself too. When I get inside it's pretty crowded, the day crowd is filtering out and more people are still arriving for the evening. I push through to our locker and grab my purse and our phones, then lock it up again and head back out. 

There's an ice cream truck we saw parked on the road right by the changing rooms, so I go to check it out. there's a bit of a line and I'm staring at the choices on the side of the van... Hmmmm. Normally I would never pick anything other than a Drumstick, but Cyclones are very... Phallic. That definitely suits the mood of the day, and they're pretty good. They sell slushies too, so I when I get to the truck I get us two Cyclones and a purple slushie to share.

When I walk back to our little spot, I have to roll my eyes at Timmy; he's laying on his belly, legs spread a little too much with his paws up, kicking absentmindedly... His back arched just a bit more than it should be if he were just relaxing, his swimsuit riding up his butt... Man, he's really laying it on. I can clearly see the outline of his balls through his suit. He rotated his towel a bit so his ass is pointed at that fox I mentioned to him, and when I glance over he's very obviously still creeping on Timmy.

I also notice that Dino family is gone.

"I see you're enjoying yourself." I plop down next to him and put his phone and his Cyclone on his butt. He squeaks at the sudden cold sensation, and rolls over to grab them. He's fully hard again and making no effort to hide it.

"So what happened to the dino that was watching us?"

He's snickering and blushing a little bit, "I uh, oh this is awful but, I think we ruined that little girl's day..."

"What'd you do...?" I put my purse under the umbrella and the slushie in between us, and open up my Cyclone. 

"When you left the dad was still watching me, of course... Trying to stay subtle about it, but I kind of tried out what you were did, you know? I was getting hard again, I couldn't help it with him watching me..." He opens his popsicle too, I'm already working on mine while I listen to him and side eye that fox who's watching us.

"So the next time he looks over, I just started rubbing myself through my suit... He couldn't take his eyes off me, even when his kid was bugging him to keep playing. I laid back and adjusted my suit at just the right angle for him to see underneath and... I guess his wife noticed him staring, she looked over at me and at him, and she got MAD at him. Like, shouting mad. They had an argument and after a bit they packed up and left... That poor little girl had no idea what was going on."

"That's... Hilarious. You broke him even more than I did." We're both working on our popsicles now, and out of the corner of my eye I can still see that fox staring. He's been taking pictures of other cubs, but his gaze keeps coming back to us.

"Hey, I got another good one for you."

"Huh?"

"Fox boy over there is filming us. What we're gonna do is..." I tell him my little plan.

He's tittering uncontrollably, "You're so naughty."

"It'll be good, c'mon. On the count of three..."

One, Two, Three...

Fox boy has his phone trained on us. We both take the Cyclones in our mouths nice and deep, give them a nice good lick, pull them out, and in perfect unison turn to him and lift our sunglasses to make direct eye contact with him. 

He FREAKS.

 He drops his phone in the sand and scrambles to scoop it up with shaking hands, yaps something to his parents and bolts to the changing rooms. 

We're rolling in the sand laughing, that was way too good. It takes us a minute to pull ourselves together, and we're in tears by the time we can put a sentence together again.

"Lyra, now we're just being cruel."

"Yeah, I think we ruined a marriage and that fox is probably scared to go outside ever again."

***

Phew. What a day.

We just take it easy for the rest of the afternoon, finishing our popsicles and sharing the slushie. Timothy wants pictures of us together for his InstaCub or whatever the hell it's called, and I'm not averse to it... He spends a while taking selfies with me, snapping pictures of my body... Whatever makes him happy. 

I end up dozing off for a nap while I'm snacking on chips in the afternoon sun, and when I wake up Timmy is tapping away on his phone animatedly. It's the early evening now, and it's probably time for us to head back home before it gets too late.

He notices I'm up again, and looks over to me grinning ear to ear. "I got a lot of good pictures today, you know. My followers are gonna love you." 

His followers... I laugh. "I'll bet they will. I'll bet I'm not the only one you were taking pictures of either. You're even worse than that fox we spooked."

He giggles, "I know I am. I'm WAY better at it than he was though."

"C'mon, it's starting to get late. We should probably pack up and head home."

"Awww..."

"You can keep blogging or whatever on the train. Let's get going."

We collect our things then head back to the changing room; it's pretty empty, just a few older women and a mom with her cub. We hop into a shower together to hose the salt out of our fur, and go to the locker to grab our clothes; I expect Timmy to hesitate changing in front of other people, but he doesn't skip a beat as he whips off his suit and hops into his panties. Man, he's really got a lot of confidence doing this now. He relishes in getting dressed up in his little outfit as much now as he did the first time; he fusses with his hair and gets his skirt and top settled just right... I didn't think he could be this much of a priss when we first met, but he really owns it.

We finish changing, grab the rest of our stuff, drop off the locker key, turn the corner to head to the train station and...

Ooooh, it's that fox. 

Come to think of it, I think the mom with her cub in the changing room were the family he was with. Looks like he was trying to avoid attention while waiting for them to change, but we bumped right into him.

He freezes when he sees us. He drops his phone again, he's completely petified. Timmy's got a shamelessly malicious grin watching this poor boy suffer, and I realize I do too. I elbow Timmy, and we burst into laughter.

I try to break the tension, "Hey, calm down, man. We were just fucking with you." I approach him and pick up his phone... Lucky him, he didn't break it. "We're not gonna rat you out or anything, we were just having fun." He still hasn't moved since we made eye contact, I don't think he's even breathing. I prod him in the ribs; he wakes up a bit, and I hand his phone back. He almost drops it again cause his hands are shaking.

Timmy pipes up. "Hey, you want some more pics for the road?" He gestures towards a little alley between the boys' and girls' changing rooms, then grabs the fox's wrist and mine, leading us into it where we can get a touch of privacy. He sets the fox up on one end then drags me next to him on the other... Then whips his panties down to his knees.

The fox's expression has gone from petrified to awestuck. He still hasn't made a noise since we bumped into him.

"Let's give you a really good one. Don't be shy..."

Jeez, he's so brazen. I guess this poor fox deserves it after the scare we gave him, though. I reach under my skirt and tug my panties down to my knees too, and we pose together for him. He wordlessly takes a few pictures, eyes darting between us.

"And now the real treat..."

Timmy lifts up his skirt, revealing a raging hardon. The fox's eyes couldn't get any wider. I smirk and lift up mine as well, and we pose for another moment while his phone clicks furiously.

Timmy lets him get some good shots in, then tugs his panties back on and jogs up to snatch the fox's phone out of his hands.

"I'm giving you my number. Text me sometime, you're kind of cute."

The fox finally pipes up, but he can't even put a proper sentence together. "I uh... You're... Wow, I-"

Timmy thrusts the phone back into his hands, snickering. "Just text me sometime, sweetie."

I pull my panties back up and we leave the poor stammering teen in the alley and head towards the train station. We're trying our hardest not to laugh out loud until we're out of earshot, but break into hysterical laughter as soon as we round the corner.

***

There's a lot to unpack about today, but on the train home we're still getting over that poor guy we just fucked with. We both have the giggles, but we mostly just sit in silence together while we wait for our stop; I'm holding his hand again as we trot back to my place. 

When we get up to the apartment I almost call out to Puck, but then I see him sleeping soundly on the couch. I sequester Timmy towards my room and there's a note on my door. "Pizza on the counter." Thanks Puck. I shove Timmy into my room and pad into the kitchen; there's two pizza boxes. One pizza's two thirds eaten, the one underneath is untouched. I grab the full one and take it back to my room and shut the door behind me.

Timmy's already making himself comfortable on my bed, loafing on his side looking around at my tacky decorations... He seems at ease when he's in here. I have fairy lights lining the ceiling, a little TV, tons of assorted stuffed animals. My bed is a queen size and I have really nice black and red linens for it. It's a total mess, there are clothes everywhere, but he doesn't mind that at all. It's pretty cozy, I guess.

I plop the pizza box in front of him and hang up my bag, whip off my sandals and skirt... Panties too, why not, I like being mostly naked at home and Timmy's gonna be fine with that. I grab my flask and my phone from the bag and toss them on the bed. Timmy's already eating a slice of pizza, but he's also intently watching me strip. I flop down next to him in just my t-shirt, grab the pizza box from him and take a slice. Deluxe, my favourite. 

Timmy finishes his slice and tosses the crust into the pizza box. I shut it and put it on my end table. 

He sits up. "Well if you're getting naked..."

"Yeah, knock yourself out."

He stands and gingerly strips off all of the clothes I lent him... He seems really fond of them now, and neatly lays them out at the foot of the bed instead of tossing them away like I would. I unscrew the flask and take a gulp, then another. I'm laying on my back with my legs open, and when I look down Timmy's naked and creeping onto the bed between my legs.

His head gets close to my crotch and I squeeze it between my thighs. "Not now, kiddo, I'm tired."

He's smiling. "I know, me too, but I wanna..." He pushes his head a little further between my thighs towards my pussy, closes his eyes, and takes a sniff. "I just wanna be close. Close to you."

I don't know if that's perverted or cute. I guess it's both. "Fine, no funny business though. I'm spent for today." I release my grip on his head and he relaxes into me, his snout grazing my mons.

"I'm glad you talked me into this. I haven't had this much fun in forever."

"I told you." We lay there and share a quiet moment together. I'm sipping casually from my flask and he's nuzzling into my crotch, taking in my scent.

Sip. "You should keep those clothes I lent you."

His ears perk up, "What, really?"

"Yeah. You love them, and you love taking pictures of yourself too, right? Your followers will be way into it. That way you can take crossdressing pics at home if you want. You should take that shampoo, too. It makes your fur super soft." I look down and he's beaming up at me from between my legs.

He looks sheepish for a moment. "...Can I have some of those thigh high socks too?"

I giggle. "Yeah, we'll pick some out before you leave."

I'm reaching over for another slice of pizza when his phone goes off. He fumbles blindly for it cause he doesn't want to take his nose away from my pussy, and puts it on my belly so he can look; his expression goes from benignly happy to dark in an instant.

"Oh no..."

"What?"

"It's my mom, I didn't tell her I was going to be out this late... She wants to know where I am. She sounds kind of mad."

I take a big bite of my pizza and talk through the mouthful. "Just tell her you texted your dad cause you forgot his phone got stolen. You asked if it was ok to go out tonight and assumed the lack of a response was a yes."

His dad's phone is, of course, on Puck's desk right now. Since I stole it yesterday.

He ponders that for a moment... "Oh. Yeah, that's a good idea."

"I did plan it that way."

He relaxes into my crotch again and taps away at his phone. I keep eating my slice of pizza, and he stares at his phone, waiting for a response...

Beep beep.

"...Yeah, that worked. I'm not allowed to stay over though."

"Good enough. Let's hang out like this a little longer though." I give his head another squeeze between my thighs, and he squeaks. "This is nice."