"Ice cream? Snack?"
"No thanks, I'm good!" said Jodie as she dried her hair and dropped the towel into the beach bag.
"OK babe. You don't mind if I get a milkshake?"
"Of course not."
Aidan smiled at her, then she noticed his eyes drop to her tits, enticingly cupped in her new orange bikini, and then back up to her face again. She could see his brain stall momentarily with desire, then he said "Love you!" and headed up towards the ice cream shack.
Jodie watched him lumber up the beach, six foot two and thirty-four but still just a big kid, to stand in line amongst the kids and dads. He was handsome, she knew, and sometimes funny, and very into her, so really she was lucky. The problem was sometimes he was actualy too into her, and it was verging on the needy. Always needing to be next to her. And when he was next to her always needing to touch her. And when he was touching her always needing to fuck her. Jodie often thought that if it weren't for other needs like work or food or sleep all he would ever want to do is slide his cock into her all day and all night. Aidan's enthusiasm was fine in its way, and it wasn't every woman who had access to a thick eight-inch cock whenever she felt the urge, but sometimes Jodie wanted a bit less convenience and a bit more variety than she got from having to confine herself to the attentions of her devoted fiancé.
She stood up and took a stroll down the beach, away from the crowds clustered on the stretch of sand by the car park. As the chatter of young families was replaced by the rhythm of the waves she relaxed. The light breeze dried the salt water from her swim-suit, and the sunlight on her skin filled her body with a warm glow.
She was pleased with the effect her bikini had on Aidan. That was why she chose it of course - the top just tight enough to not-quite spill out of, the bottoms clinging to the curve of her buttocks and held in place by two ridiculous bows, one on each hip. "I suppose that's for if you needed to take them off in a hurry and you couldn't slide them down your legs because your feet were on fire or something?" Aidan had said.
As she neared the dunes a young man with a smooth chest and a fringe of blond hair got out of the sea and walked up the beach towards her, water dripping from his torso, like he was in an advert for aftershave. She stopped, swaying her body gently, shifting her weight to jut one hip out, which pulled the wet fabric of her swim suit taught across her crotch, to see if the bikini might catch his eye too, and she was pleased to feel his gaze moving up her body, legs to hips to tits to face. He grinned at her and she smiled back, and then.... Well, nothing. After all, what did she think was going to happen? As he trudged back up the beach she wondered what it would be like call him back, then disappear into the dunes and wait for him to follow, kiss him, slip her tongue into his mouth, then kneel in front of him and enjoy his happy astonishment as she sucked him until spurts of sticky cum filled her mouth. A few years ago she might even have tried it. What was stopping her now?
She knew what was stopping her of course. She was thirty with a job and a mortgage and a wedding to plan and that was how her life worked now. She sighed and turned. The young man was already some way off. Oh well. She'd go and find Aidan, and when they got back to the tent she'd make good use of his ever-stiff cock and maybe that feeling of restless horniness in her crotch would recede for a day or two. She certainly hoped it would. She couldn't spend the rest of their camping trip craving other guys' cocks, let alone their future life together. But maybe once you're married you don't feel like that, she thought.
When she got back Aidan was already sat on the beach towel holding a pink cardboard cup with a brightly coloured straw sticking out the top.
"Want a gulp babe?" he asked. "It's vanilla."
Jodie rolled her eyes. Of course she didn't want a gulp of milkshake. She was a grown-up. "Can we go?" she said, "I want to get back to the tent and take off my wet things and have a lie down..."
The suggestion of Jodie naked and lying down spurred Aidan into action immediately, as she knew it would. "Sure, of course. I'll pack up. I can drink this as we go," he said. He got to his feet and began stuffing towels, books and sun cream into the bag. Jodie let her eyes wander off down the beach. The young man with the blond hair was chatting to his friends and towelling himself off. She parted her lips a little and pretended to herself she was opening her mouth to take in the hot smooth head of his cock. "So! Much! Fun!" she thought. She squeezed her thighs together as a warm jolt of anticipation moistened her cunt. A session of early evening fucking was definitely required.
"Right, let's go!" said Aidan, beach bag over his shoulder, milkshake in hand.
The camp site was just a short walk through the woods at the far end of the beach where a path swung away from the sand and up a gentle slope into the trees. Aidan walked close behind Jodie along the winding track and she knew without looking that he was staring at her ass, because that was what he always stared at when he was behind her. He was kind of obsessed with her ass. She liked the thought of him lumbering along weighed down with the bag and his stupid milkshake with the added inconvenience of a hot and bothered cock tangling itself up in his baggy canvas shorts. Jodie swayed her hips a little as she walked, giving a little motivational ass-wriggle to hurry Aidan along.
The gate to the campsite was a quarter of a mile away on the main road, but the quickest route to their tent, hidden away in a quiet corner of the site, was over a low wall between two clumps of bushes. An old tree-stump gave a convenient step up, and then all Jodie had to do was swing her other leg up onto the top of the wall and lift herself over, taking care not to graze her skin on the rough stone.
She clambered onto the stump and fully aware of the excellent view Aidan was about to get of her bikini-clad crotch and ass she raised her leg high and hooked her ankle on to the top of the wall. She paused for a minute, her legs spread wide, her thigh muscles tight, and after giving Aidan a moment to enjoy the view of her splayed thighs and the thin strip of orange fabric barely hiding her pussy she levered herself up. And that was when her foot slipped on a loose rock and she slid back down again, landing awkwardly against the tree stump. Aidan leaped forward and took her arm.
"You OK babe? Do you need a hand?"
"I'm fine."
He let go of her arm, but stayed next to her, just behind her. Now he'd touched her warm skin he needed more. She felt his breath on the back of her neck, and the heat of his body, and she knew his stupid fat cock would be straining against the fabric of his shorts. Yes, she thought, his stupid, fat, thick, hot, big cock. Jodie's cunt gave a little hungry twitch. "Oh!" she said. A little, lustful whimper.
Aidan placed the milkshake carefully on the top of the wall and dropped the beach bag. Birds sang. Trees swayed in the warm breeze. The hard bulge in Aidan's shorts nudged against Jodie's ass.
"You're very..." she murmured.
