We lucked out on the day. Hot and sunny was the forecast. It was a perfect day for the beach. A community organized beach-picnic day. I was waiting for my lift from my friend Arlo; his parents were big Guthrie fans. His full name was Woodrow Arlo Wilson but preferred being called Arlo. As one of the organizers for this event, he had to get there early and I offered to help.
Finally, he arrived in his Highlander. I could also see someone sitting in the front passenger seat; Shannon. Shannon was a mid-forties divorcee with two teenaged kids. Shannon didn't live too far from me and we were social. She worked at a local bar where dress was usually a black tee and black leggings. She wasn't too tall but from what I could tell, had a pretty nice body. A little on the heavy side but big boobs, a curvy body with a nice sized bum.
I hopped into the back seat. "Hey Arlo. Hi Shannon!" I greeted them. "Thanks for the lift. I didn't realized Shannon was coming with us."
"Yeah. Last second thing." Arlo said. "She asked me for a lift and I couldn't say no."
"My ex wanted the kids this weekend and I have today off work so..." Shannon explained. "I needed a ride and Arlo was nice enough to offer me a lift."
There was just enough room for me in the back seat with every space crammed with stuff for the beach party. Even so, I could see ahead just over Shannon's left shoulder. The ride would be about an hour and a half with good traffic. The last half was on a bumpy country road. When we finally arrived, a couple of cars and vans were already there. Set up was on the way. Unloading everything went quickly and was just in time for the arrival of the crowd.
There had to be a couple of hundred adults and kids. The organizers arranged for games and stuff as well as a B-B-Q, and other foods and drinks. It was BYOB since they didn't have a license to sell any alcohol.
Shannon went to go change in one of the provided cabanas and emerged a number of minutes later. She wore a large brimmed hat and big, dark sunglasses. On top, she had a white, opaque beach cover-up. It buttoned up the front and was long enough to just cover her bum which left her shapely legs exposed.
She found a spot under a big beach umbrella and sat in one of those leg-less beach chairs that supported only your back and sat directly on the sand. Shannon avoided the direct sun. I wouldn't call Shannon's skin tone as alabaster, but her tan was only slight. I took a position not too far from her.
The day heated up. Shannon stood up and unbuttoned her cover-up. As she slipped it off her shoulders, my jaw literally dropped as I eyed her from top to bottom. She wore a white, string bikini that left almost nothing to the imagination. The bra part tied with a string bow between her cleavage had two small triangles that barely covered her aureole; her big, hard nipples poked through the thin material. I'm guessing she had to be at least a Double-D.
After two kids, her tummy wasn't exactly flat but I wouldn't call her fat. She had a curvy hips where the skinny strings of her bottoms were tie with a bow. The patch of material covering her pussy was slightly bigger than the triangles covering her nips. I was close enough to see the line of her camel toe. It was obvious she was slick beneath since there was no way her panties would be able to cover any kind of bush.
Feeling a bit guilty for staring, I looked around to see if anyone else noticed me. Nope. Everyone was staring at Shannon as she nonchalantly folded her top. She turned away from me to place it beside her seat. "Holy shit!" The bikini had no material in the back; just a string disappeared between her cheeks and reappeared at the top. As she bent over, her crack split slightly and from my vantage point I see the string failing to hide her rose bud.
It was a good thing I was sitting because I had a massive hard-on inside my running shorts (the swimming trunks I had were old and ratty and unwearable). The thin, nylon material did nothing to hide the tenting my erection caused. In a way, it was a good thing my boner pointed upwards. The short legged shorts would do little to hide my eight inches of meat if it were along my thigh.
Thank goodness, Shannon sat back down. It gave me and my hard-on a break. Enough that I could run to the shore and into the water. The weather had been great over the past few weeks and the water temp was very comfortable. I was sweating, not just from the weather but from watching Shannon.
This area was great for non-swimmers since it didn't get too deep for a long while. Twenty yards from shore and I was only waist deep (ten more yards and there was a steep drop). I sort of had to squat to submerge my body under the water.
"Hi ya! Wow! It's getting hot and this water feels nice." I turned to see it was Shannon. She stood less than a yard away from me. She too lowered herself (and boobs) under the waterline. "Say, it was nice of you to help Arlo out even though you aren't really part of the organizing group."
"Oh hi! Yeah. Water is nice!" I responded. I could feel my hot blood rush towards my groin. "And no problem. Arlo is a good friend who does a lot for me so helping him out is little pay back for his help."
We made some small talk. That and the fact she was submerged was enough that it took my mind off of Shannon's bod. She had one of those faces that everyone immediately was attracted to. Her short dark hair framed her pretty face and almond-shaped, green-brown eyes and luscious lips. And then...
"Yo! Hey! Jeremy!" I turned to see Arlo on shore calling for me. "Can you give me a hand?"
