It was no secret that she liked to flaunt a little skin. Her tops were always low cut and she liked clothes that clung to her curves. It wasn't necessarily that she liked a lot of attention from other men, no, she just liked the way it seemed to turn on her man. Men get that visceral thrill when they know other guys are checking out what they've got and wishing they had a piece of that action.
Hitting the beach that afternoon had seemed like a good idea at the time. Neil had been a bit preoccupied lately and she'd been feeling neglected. It wasn't that he wasn't attentive in bed, he definitely had a healthy appetite sexually. It was that primal part that she loved bringing out in him, that need to possess her body, mind, and soul. She craved that hint of dark pleasure that came out in him and was definitely one to seek it out. She'd never been the type of woman to like the whole caveman routine, but something in him drew out the submissive in her.
It was the way he left his hand on her ass in public, like he just didn't care what anyone thought. How his kisses were always an imitation of his cock in her pussy. His take charge attitude in just their everyday lives.
So, when he'd been up to an afternoon at the beach she'd decided to push the envelope a bit. She'd bought this little pink string bikini at the beginning of summer, but hadn't had the nerve to wear it yet. Normally, if she were at the beach by herself or with a girlfriend she kept everything as in place as possible. Hitting the gym with her personal trainer had been paying off, her stomach was flatter than it had ever been, but she wasn't one to become a skinny mini. She liked her curves and more than that, she loved the way he appreciated them.
When he'd been loading up the car, she dashed into the bathroom putting on the pink floss as she knew Neil would call it. The triangles barely covered her 42dd breasts, but by some great feat of engineering her tatas were barely defying gravity. The bottom to the two piece was a thong that tied on the sides. She slipped a white sleeveless coverup over the bikini, so he couldn't see what she was showing off. Pulling her ebony colored hair back into a ponytail she grabbed her obscenely priced chanel oversized sunglasses and slipped them on. Even a day at the beach had to be choreographed for maximum glamour. She slipped on her diamond studs, the silver starfish necklace that Neil had gotten her on their first anniversary, and put on some lipgloss. Lipgloss only heightened the attention towards her very full kissable lips.
A shout from the truck reminded her to get her cute ass moving, so with a little smile to herself in the mirror she dashed out to the car. It took about thirty minutes to get to the beach and the whole way he was listening to the A's game. So far, her little plan wasn't even near starting and once again his attention was on something other than her. She pulled a magazine out of her tote and began reading. Counting off the time till she got to show him what he was missing.
The beach was packed and she heard him grumble a bit under his breath as they found parking. She knew it had been her spur of the moment of the idea and he really did hate telling her no. So, silently she gave him bonus points for coming out to make her happy. She knew he was the early to rise and start out type of guy. They pulled everything out and made their way to the beach. Walking a little ahead of him, so she could pick the spot out, she gave her ass a little extra wiggle for him. She thought she heard a low moan escape him and let out a little laugh.
"Baby, let's set up here, I wanna lay out," she called out dropping her stuff to the sand.
She was carrying their blue umbrella, so she pulled it out and set it up for them. Putting her towel down on the sand she dug through her bag for her tanning lotion. She was already a lovely shade of honey brown, but she meant to catch some extra areas in this suit. Waiting until he'd put everything down and settled himself down in his chair with a book, she pulled her cover up off.
"Honey, it's a bit warm, I'm gonna dunk myself in the water and be right back," she said trying hard to fight back a case of the giggles.
He glanced her way as she began walking to the water's edge and had to look twice, because he couldn't believe what she had on. Her ass was bare to the world to see and her boobs were almost bare to the world. Staring for a few minutes in shock he let himself admire the view and then the view really hit him. She was in the water now and there was already some muscle bound lothario trying to chat her up. Fucking eh!
Normally, he wouldn't have cared. She was a good looking woman and she got a lot of second glances, and he knew she liked to dress herself up. It actually turned him on to know how she liked to dress for him, but this, this was different. Any limits she may have had were gone. Apparently, she had lost whatever sense God had given her.
She looked back his way and waved and he could have sworn he was holding his breath waiting for one of those nice big brown aureolas to flash him. His groin tightened and he felt himself hardening. Bending over she gave him and the entire beach a perfect view of her grade A ass and his temper flared just a little. What the hell was wrong with her? That was his ass she was baring to the world. That intense feeling of ownership overwhelmed his senses, he wanted to bend that sweet behind over and mark it as his. He could just imagine paddling her ass till she was a nice bright red and then shoving his cock into her from behind. Maybe he'd take her pussy first, then make her get down on her knees...oh yeah he had some plans forming.
Coming back up to her towel, she gave him a quick smile, and then laid herself down on her back. From the way his book lay abandoned on his knee she had a sneaking suspicion that her little plan to get his attention just might be working. Just to go with the gusto, she spread her legs a bit wide, so he could get a nice view of her very bare pussy. She loved getting waxed, all that soft clean pussy to play with.
Picking up his book he started to read, but couldn't concentrate. She placed his t-shirt over her face, so she couldn't see him or anyone else looking at her exhibiting herself. It was really pissing him off and though he sometimes thought she took it a little far with bringing attention to herself, this was really going too far. He knew she'd been getting a lot of ogling since she'd taken off her cover up, but just the thought of another man touching her had him seeing red. It was definitely time to switch things up and get her ass home.
Getting up, he came over to her and laid down on the towel next to her. Putting his mouth to her ear he began whispering to her. Pulling the shirt away from her face she looked at him in shock. He just nodded his head once, got up, and started packing things away.
Tears prickled her eyes, but she pulled on her cover up and with jerky movements started grabbing her things. She didn't even bother to wait for him and started walking to the car. How dare he talk to her that way. She opened up the back of the truck and started shoving her bag and one of the chairs in when she felt him lift her up by the waist and sit her down on the ledge. The tinted windows kept prying eyes out and his body blocked anyone's view from behind. One hand grabbed the back of her head and the other slid into the bottom of her suit and slid into her pussy. Letting out a little gasp she tried to pull back, but his mouth was hungry on hers. His tongue slid against hers and he could feel her getting wetter. Lightly he slid his fingers up her clit and felt her buck.
"If you want to act like a slut, then I guess I have to show you how a slut gets treated," he whispered in her ear, "Get your ass in the car,"
