David's dad, or "Lifeguard Barbie" (as she was thinking of herself that day), was having the time of her life. Not only had her son picked out an awesome job for her to do, but she was, like, totally stoked about spending the day with her best friend and co-worker, Nude Beach Barbie.
She squirted another handful of sunscreen from the tube onto her hands and looked down at the sunbather before her. When she was younger, she had thought that being a husband and a father would be the best possible jobs, but once David had gotten old enough for her to be his plaything, things only got way better. He was just so creative and, like, fun!
"Okay, Barbie," David's dad said, "time to turn over!"
"Thanks Barbie!" the nude knockout replied, exposing her front to the sky.
Barbie started low this time, rubbing the sunbather's feet, then her shins, her calves, then her smooth, featureless groin. After squirting out more sunscreen, she straddled her best friend and rubbed her stomach, and her large, nippple-free breasts.
"Oh, yesssss," Barbie breathed as her breasts were massaged, "You're so awesome at that."
Lifeguard Barbie grinned her toothy grin and continued the massage. Soon enough, Nude Beach Barbie was moaning and squirming under her fingers. Every touch seemed to set the doll-faced beauty off. The moans got louder and louder until Barbie's eyes shot open and stared at the lifeguard above her.
"Come here!" she said, hungrily, grabbing David's father by her head, fingers entwined in the patron's long locks, pulling her down into a deep kiss. Soon enough the two Barbies were rolling in the sand, lip-locked in a dance of heat, passion and lust. They explored each other's bodies as best as they could, touching, feeling, never entering as they hadn't been designed that way. Not that it mattered. So intense were their feelings when they were touched, they might as well have been made entirely of erogenous zones.
Panting, sweating, and then, in unison, the scream of, "BARBIE!", before two two collapsed on the shore, wrapped in each other's arms. It took them a while before either of them moved a muscle. Sometimes at work, you needed a break, especially when your work was so tiring. Neither felt a twinge of guilt as they lay in the sun and sand, each enjoying the feeling of the other Barbie's breathing. Neither cared that one of them was naked, with the other only wore a half-stripped-off bathing suit.
Neither did either of the Barbies give a passing thought to the fact that David, sitting in his car, had witnessed the whole thing. Or that he now needed a fresh pair of underwear.
