This day was going to be very different I was going to find out. As usual, I quickly applied the oil on her back and then began to sit back down on my side of the blanket, but she had other ideas. Just as I was sitting down she looked up shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand and asked if I would mind also do the back of her legs too. The sun was getting pretty hot already so I didn't think anything about it and got back up on my knees and started on her legs. This was taking a little longer than I wanted and could feel the definite engorging sensation swelling between the legs. I thought, if I could wrap this up quickly I could finish her legs before it became to obvious to those around us how this was getting to me.
I wasn't going to be so lucky. Just as I was finishing and getting ready to hit the blanket again she spread her legs a little, her perfect, very long, and slender legs. She then stated, with her head still lying on the blanket, in a matter of fact expression that she needed the oil everywhere. She said it was hot out and she did not want any part of them to burn. So I was told "to make sure I get it all the way up to her swimsuit edges please." This is when I figured she is teasing me. This only made it worst because she is not normally a teaser. She usually gets mad if I even palm her ass in public. So I took advantage of this rare playfulness and rub the lotion as high as I could, playfully fondling my wife's ass cheeks where at that little crease between the leg and the curvature of the cheek itself. My playfulness was having a counter productive affect on me though. As much as I was enjoying fondling my wife's ass I was also was becoming very aware how constraining and small my Speedo was becoming at that moment.
Decisions, decisions, I was torn between the temptation of continuing to fondling my wife intimately in public or wanting nothing more that to dive back to the safety of my side of the blanket face down and let things settle down. But she was really in rare form and said thanks and rolled over onto her back then she asked if I could you do the front of her legs as well. With that the decision was made for me, so I settled in and began working on the front of her legs as well. The same thing applied to the front of her legs, I had to make sure I covered her legs everywhere. I started with her toes and sensually started to rub the oil in, then her ankles and calves. As I was working my way up her legs she propped herself up on her elbows to watched my every move. She was watching me very intently. Not really looking at what I was doing as much as just looking at me. In a way that made me feel a bit uncomfortable kind of like I was on display and performing for her. Her stare was causing my subconscious to play tricks with my mind, making me feel like everyone on the beach including her knew this was arousing the hell out of me and causing me to experience mild anxieties that people are probably watching me. Of course, no one really pays any attention to those that are around them at the beach anyway, so I was just getting myself all worked up for nothing but I could not help letting those thoughts have an effect me.
My wife had on a "what I would consider barely legal" string bikini that hardly covered anything and required a razor to keep everything looking neat and proper (funny how hers is considered socially acceptable). So when I got up to the top of her legs and the edge of her bikini I was having a hard time not noticing the intimate contact I was having with her sex, her mound and neither space. By this time I was becoming lost in lust and having explicit sex with my fingers and her body if that was at all possible.
I will never forget this - She spoke and broke my lust filled trance of sex with her intimate space. She said as she looked at me with a growing grin "I have told you numerous times before that I don't really like you wearing that type of swimsuit, to much of you shows." Her eyes shifted to my groin and I could feeing their heat boring into my swimsuit. "Besides... (as she deliberately focuses all her attention at my crotch) it looks mighty uncomfortable... not to mention the fact that your showing off... and... Uh... humm... you're hanging out as well... take a look for yourself." With that, she taps the underside of my balls with her foot to make her point known where the hell I should be looking.
I'll tell you right now, she knew exactly what she was doing and I played right along. I followed her gaze and for the first time I saw, to my extreme embarrassment, the entire head of my cock pushed out past the waistband of the Speedo. Actually it was worse than that. It wasn't just my mushroom gland exposed but about two inches of the shaft below the head as well. And there was no doubt that I was excited. The gland was almost purple, bloated to it's limits with the skin taunt, stretched to the point that there was no surface detail any more, just a shiny wet reflective surface that looked like it was going to burst at any moment. My shaft was beat red too; the veins were full, dark, and tense. The entire structure looking like it was going to blow soon. My shaft looked like it was about 1000 degrees Centigrade. I couldn't take my eyes off how all the veins where showing in all their detail, they were so apparent. I have always like my veins of my penis. I think they give my shaft character and in a way symbolize the power that lies within it. But the detail I was seeing was grossly exaggerated to the point that even the material of the suit from the waste band to my balls might as well have not been there. I might as well have been completely naked. The suit appeared to be air brushed on. The Speedo took on the appearance of wet shiny paint on the surface of my sex. It wasn't until then, seeing how desperate my sex looked that I realize how hot it felt to my own skin. It was actually burning my abdomen. I knew I was excited, but I had assumed that I was concealed and all contained with in the Speedo.
I can't describe how exposed I felt and how close I was to blow my top and cum at that point. There was even a trail of clear pre-cum leaking out of the eye of my gland making a sticky mess as it made its way down my shaft and down the front of my suit. I was really feeling the anxiety welling up within me of embarrassed now. My mind just keep pondering how long had she been looking at me like this and not saying a word. It had to be at least the entire time she was on her back watching me and teasing me along. She really had me in a predicament. I think she might know about my little secret of being slightly a bit of an exhibitionist. Enjoying the little attention I get thinking some women might be getting a thrill look at my package. But for me that is when I am in the relax state hidden behind a Speedo. This on the other hand was way outside of my comfort zone. My anxiety just kept feeding itself. I was getting tunnel vision and a feeling that the world was collapsing around me. All I could see was my hot, pulsating, sticky, beat red cock, drooling. My embarrassed level was increasing exponentially as I sat there staring at my cock while more and more of it continued to show, definitely more than I ever wanted to show.
