A Little Bet

Jenny and Emma had been friends since they met at grad school. Although they took different paths after they graduated, they stayed in the sunny city where they had studied. Jenny had started a job in a publishing company - and Emma had founded a tech startup with a few of her fellow graduates, which had - miraculously - gone on to see quite some success with her as their CFO.

One unique part of the city they had made home was a secluded clothing optional beach in a small cove, which they had both started visiting whilst still in grad school. They made a habit, at least every two weeks, to visit at the weekend to catch up together. At first, they had sunbathed in their swimsuits - but over time they had gained enough confidence to go fully nude to get a perfect all over tan. The found it remarkably freeing to just hang out together in the sun, without the need for any clothing - just the two of them, talking about anything that was happening in their lives.

On the last week of summer this year, they had met up as usual on a Sunday afternoon for their regular beach visit. Emma held a holdall bag over her shoulder as they carefully waded through the warm sand to their regular spot nestled between some craggy rocks.

The beach wasn't often busy - most people were too prudish to take up the offer of a clothing optional beach. Today, there were a few people around, some nude, some not - but as it was the end of the season, they were well dispersed.

As the two women found their spot, they walked past a few people - but one particular caught their eye. A man, on his own on a towel - who was mostly unremarkable: reasonably fit, not too tall, short black hair. But the one thing that caught their eyes, as much as they tried not to, was what was between his legs. He had an extremely small penis. Generally, beach goers would make a point not to ogle people's junk - but this was a particular exception.

Jenny tapped Emma on the shoulder, surreptitiously pointed at the man and put her hand over her mouth - trying not to laugh. At first Emma didn't spot what she was so amused by, but when she did - her eyes went wide and she buried her face in Jenny's shoulder to hide her amusement.

The found their spot - some way away from the man.

"Oh. My. God. It's so teeny weenie!" Emma whispered, making a gesture with her hands.

"I know! How is he not embarrassed to have it out!" replied Jenny.

They both giggled to each other briefly - but then regained composure as they stripped out of their clothes, placing them into the holdall bag carefully.

Jenny was taller, with long flowing blonde hair, but a petite frame. She effortlessly slid out of her summer dress - only wearing panties underneath, which she carefully stepped out of.

Emma was a little shorter, with broad shoulders and a full bust. She too was wearing a light dress - unbuttoned and stepped out of - with a underwire bra underneath to support her substantial chest. She popped open the clasp on the front of the bra and felt an immediate sense of release as her breasts relaxed. She slid her hands underneath the sides of her panties and shimmied them over her wide hips, which she then flicked with her toes into the bag.

The two, fully nude, settled down on their towels ready to catch some rays. They chatted about their weeks - Jenny about an awkward agent she had to deal with, and Emma about an obnoxious tech-bro she had to deal with at a trade conference recently.

Their conversion flowed naturally as they absorbed the sunlight over the afternoon.

As the sun was starting to go down, the beach was emptying. Jenny and Emma always stayed until the last moment - often they were the last ones on the beach. But today, they weren't quite the last. The guy they had been laughing at earlier was still here - just them and him.

"He's still here," Jenny whispered.

"Heh... want to make a bet?" Emma asked.

"A bet? What sort of bet?"

"The prize is... paying for dinner. Winner's choice."

"OK... what are you betting?"

"I bet - that I can make that guy cum without touching him," Emma confidently proposed.

"What! How? You... no way. Isn't that illegal?"

"Maybe, but who's going to know?" Emma gestured to the empty beach.

"You are so naughty. But I can't see how you'll do it. OK, you're on," Jenny agreed.

"Alright, watch this," Emma stood up - still fully nude - picked up her handbag, tapped the side of her nose with her finger and winked.

Emma walked over to the man, slowly, who was still sunbathing unaware in the diminishing light. She gently approached, stopping only a few feet away from him.

"Hey," Emma said to the man to get his attention as she stood over him.

"Oh, um, hello, can I help you?" the man said, opening his eyes.

"Just wanted to tell you something," Emma said, "you've got a small dick."

The man didn't reply - just looked confused, looking up at Emma's body from below.

"Like, it's really tiny - it can't be more than an inch or two," Emma continued, "I bet you can't even fuck with it."

The man flushed red.

Emma reached into her handbag - and took out a wad of cash.

"Want two hundred dollars?" Emma offered.

The man looked puzzled, and hot.

"Rub your nipples for a minute and I'll give you it in cash," Emma confidently offered.

The man looked around the almost empty beach, then saw Jenny.

"Don't worry about her, she's with me. Want some cash or not?" Emma interrupted.

"Oh... okay, I guess," the man said tentatively.

"Go on then. I'll time you," Emma said, getting her phone from her bag and setting a timer for one minute.

Emma looked at him expectantly. He reached up with his hands to his chest and started rubbing his nipples as instructed. Emma pressed the start button on the timer. She looked down at the man, satisfied that he was doing as he was told. She squatted down next to him - revealing her most intimate parts to him.

"You are hilarious - that tiny loser dick - look at it - ohh he's waking up," Emma taunted him as his tiny erection grew. She made a squeaking noise with her lips and wiggled her little finger imitating his penis. The man looked humiliated - but carried on as he was told, getting more aroused every second.

Emma watched the timer - just before it reached zero, she stood up. The alarm went off - and as she raised the phone, instead of just dismissing the alarm, she opened the camera app and took a picture of the man and his tiny erection.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" the man exclaimed.

"Oh I just want to remember this moment, don't you? Here, take your money," Emma threw four fifty dollar bills at the man.

"Please delete that picture," the man pleaded.

"Hmm, we'll see about that. Want to make some more money?" Emma asked.

"Just delete the picture. Please."

"Maybe I will if you do as your told, loser dick. I'll give you five hundred dollars, if you jerk off right now."

"What?!"

"Jerk off and cum, and five hundred dollars is yours,"

The man looked around again, the beach was still empty. Emma squatted down beside him again.

"Jerk. Off." Emma commanded seductively.

The man hesitantly took hold of his little penis in his hand.

"Good boy. You like my body? You like jerking off to these perfect tits?" Emma teased him, cupping her breasts. She put her hand between her open legs and started touching herself.

The man continued to rub his tiny cock with two fingers, faster and faster.

"Haha, you only need two fingers for that ickle thing - so pathetic, little chode" she taunted, as she glided her finger over her pussy.

"Mmm, you like watching me do you? Look, I'm all wet," Emma took her fingers from her pussy and held them right next to his face - but not quite touching it - to show him the sticky juices on her fingers.

The man started pumping his little member faster and tensing up.

"Mmm is my little guy going to cum for me?" Emma looked at the man's cock expectantly, "cum, do it - do it now."

The man moaned slightly and a stream of cum dribbled out of his little penis onto his stomach.

Emma stood up and took another picture of the whole messy scene.

"No!" the man exclaimed again.

"Yes. I'm in charge here. But I'll pay out. Here's your five hundred," Emma said, dropping more bills onto the man's chest.

"Please... delete those photos. I'm begging you," the man pleaded again.

"Sure. That'll be seven hundred dollars," Emma said.

"What... fine, just take your money... please delete those pictures," the man gathered up the bills and handed them back to Emma.

"Thank you. Look," Emma held the phone to the man, showing her deleting the pictures she just took, "deleted."

Emma unceremoniously spun on her heels and left the man, to rejoin Jenny.

"How... the fuck did you do that?" Jenny asked as she came back.

"We're having pizza," Emma declared, "I'll tell you later. Lets go."

The two quickly got dressed, and left the beach - taking a route so as to not go past the humiliated man, who was gathering his things to leave.