Monday morning at 9, and Shannon and I are stuck in LA traffic. She told me to bring a beach towel, mask and fins, and wear tennis or hiking shoes - she knew a cool place about 30 miles south. I brought mine in a small backpack with some water bottles...and a couple of apples and some cheese. We had both left our houses for school as usual, but had met at the park and joined up. The first thing she did when she got in my car was slide the seat back. Oh yeah, Kylie had been the last one to sit in that seat. Shannon was going to need more leg room.
She was dressed for school...in her usual beach wear. Old faded polo shirt and baggy cotton shorts, flip flops on her feet and aviator sunglasses on her head. I asked about her shoes, and she pointed to her beach bag. "Gotta look like a school day" she said, with a conspiratorial smile.
"What about you?" she asked. I told her there was no way my teaching clothes would match my beach clothes, so I had them in the back and I would have to change. As we drove (and stopped, and drove, and...), we talked about all sorts of stuff. It started with us talking about Kylie and our Saturday together. I told her how great it had been, and she chuckled and said yeah, she'd heard that. The two of them had spent Sunday afternoon shopping, I figured she knew everything.
The traffic finally started breaking up, and Shannon thanked me for the Victoria Secret gift card. She said Kylie had bought some 'wild stuff', while she had spent most of it on a couple of robes and some bathing suits. "Bathing suits at VS?" I ask. She tilts her head down and looks up at me through her brows like I'm an idiot, so I figure the answer is yes.
"I'm going to wear one today...would you like to see?" she asks.
"Sure". And she lifts her hips and pulls her shorts off. I accidentally start to change lanes as I look down at her naked legs, leading up to her...wait...those weren't panties. She was wearing her bikini bottoms, and she was showing them to me. Small but not string, they were light multi color splotchy...like a Monet painting. I could only see the bottom half, because of her shirt hanging down, but the sight of her thighs and crotch was making me crazy.
As I get back in my lane and pay attention to the road, I tell her so. She smiles, and digs in her bag to show me the top. Same color pattern, it just looks like a couple of scraps of cloth with strings hanging from it. And then, with no warning, she pulls her shirt off. Sitting next to me in her bikini bottoms and sports bra, I'm trying to act like a lizard and point one eye on the road and one at her. Not much traffic around, but some...and she's tall enough that anyone could see her if they looked.
And they did. A trucker we were passing honked his air horn and waved...she flipped him off. I stayed a quarter mile ahead of him, and didn't try to pass anymore cars. It was a good thing, too, because just then she turned to face me a little, caught my eye, and pulled her sports bra over her head. There they were...large and firm and bursting with youth. After staring for a second (OK...maybe 10 seconds), I had to turn away or crash. Eyes on the road Coach, eyes on the road. Nothing you haven't seen before (and am pretty sure I will be seeing again)...let's get there alive.
She relents, and hangs the bikini top from her neck on it's string. Grabbing each side of the back strap, she pulls the front down a little below her breasts, then pulls it up as she settles her tits into the fabric. Just fabric, so you can see the shape of her nipples poking through. There she was, tall and tan and beautiful and almost completely naked in the front seat of my car. The light multi color of the bikini against her tanned skin was stunning. I tell her she made an excellent choice.
"Well, you bought it!" she said.
"Best thing I've bought in years." She smiles, then says I may change my mind when I see some more of 'my' purchases. Now it's my turn to smile.
In the interest of modesty and not dying in a fiery car crash, she puts her shorts and shirt back on, then digs in her bag and pulls out a pair of lightweight hiking shoes and socks.
"We're almost there," she says as she puts on her shoes. By now we're driving down the coast road, and going up and down the hills that are falling as cliffs into the ocean. When we get to the top of one hill, we pull off on the side of the road and park. There are a couple of other cars parked along the road, and what looks like a little trail leading out onto the cliffs. As we get out, I'm thinking I should have stopped to change my clothes along the way.
She knows what I'm thinking, and gives me a challenging look - You saw me change...well? I also have a number of scars from not turning down challenges, and walk beside my car to get some cover from the road. As I take off my shirt, Shannon slowly walks over to my side of the car to watch.
She's seen me naked...hell, she's sucked my cock. Yet I still feel self conscious as I take off my pants. I shouldn't. 6 foot 2 inches, 220 pounds, and a former college football player - I've always stayed active and taken care of myself. Still feels weird.
She's staring intently at my dick as I start to pull my trunks on. With all that has happened, it's a bit bigger than normal. Not erect at all...but a little fatter and longer, and she looks at it hungrily. Yep, I'm gonna get some today.
When I'm done we take our bags and head down the trail. Not really a trail, just a foot wide opening in the low brush leading out to the cliff. But halfway there, Shannon cuts across an open area and starts down into a defile leading to the ocean. This trail led down steeply, then peetered out at some large rocks. We cut over the rocks, then climbed down a rocky slope towards the ocean.
On the left side of the defile, the ground rose in a cliff to join those facing the ocean, and on the right it opened onto a small secluded beach, bounded by an outcrop of rocks a couple hundred yards away. It was about 50 yards wide right now, had rocks sticking up through the brown tinged sand in some places, and large rocks out in the ocean. Hard to get to, bad surfing, and poor sand explained why there were only 4 people on the beach when we got there (along with the fact it was Monday morning).