REUNION - BEACH SEX
It was a warm summer morning, although everyday in South Texas was warm. It was already 72 degrees and the sun had only risen an hour ago. Maribeth looked up and down the sandy beach and only saw a few people walking and a fisherman casting into the surf. Wearing nothing but a flimsy white cover-up and a flowered bikini, she strolled along the crystal clear water's edge.
As she neared the resort area of South Padre Island, she knew she'd soon encounter thousands of vacationers dotting the beach and the feeling of wonderful isolation would disappear. She stopped and considered her options, what did she want to do? But more to the point, what did she want in general?
For the last half hour of her walk, she had been aware that she was feeling a sense of disquieting anticipation, but she had no idea of what she could be expecting.
She was aware that these feelings had triggered a familiar tingle in her groin, and her pussy was starting to clench and release as tiny spasms demanded her attention. The urge to stop and slip her hand into her bikini was strong. Maribeth looked up and down the beach again and noted that anyone that could possibly see her was far away.
Uttering a long sigh, she moved toward a small dune that could afford a modicum of privacy and unrolled the towel she had been carrying under her arm. When she sat down, she was pleased to find the shallow slope of the dune supported her back in such a way that the feeling was identical to sitting in a lounge chair.
With her eyes closed, Maribeth was aware of the sun and the cool breeze coming off the gulf, and she found that the sound of quiet waves hitting the sandy beach seemed more hypnotic with all other sensory input quieted. Soon she fell into a state of reverie.
The tingle in her pussy persisted and she thought, if anything, it was getting stronger, more demanding. Maribeth realized that she was conflicted. She was no prude, she had pleasured herself on multiple occasions with fingers and toys, but never in a situation where she might be discovered.
She knew that at 46, she was in her sexual prime, and had recently entered into an affair with a man that had suceeded in fulfilling some of her wildest sexual fantsies. But she was also an officer in the U.S. Air Force, a well known psychologist and a respected member of her community.
Did people like her really touch themselves and risk discovery in such public situations? She raised her head, and for the second time surveyed the beach around her. Satisfied that she was indeed still alone, she laid her head back on the towel and adjusted her wide brimmed hat to shield her face from the sun and closed her eyes.
Maribeth laid her hands on her thighs and was mildly surprised by the warmth of her soft skin. She'd never paid particular attention to its softness until recently, when her new lover focused her attention on it. Now, acutely aware of this aspect of her femininity, her fingertips began to rub her legs in a gentle caress.
Soon, the light short strokes moved ever so slightly in the direction of her inner thighs and her body responded. Maribeth could not deny that she was becoming aroused, the wet feeling in the crotch of her bikini was proof of that. No one was around to hear her soft moan except a lone sea gull who cocked its head at the unfamiliar sound.
She felt her nipples harden as she continued to rub her inner thighs, moving ever closer to her center. The sensation caused her to open her eyes and glance at the thin flowered fabric that covered them, and saw that her nubs were becoming obvious as they pushed from below.
She lifted her knees and allowed her fingers to meet between her legs. She was conscious of her growing wetness and as her fingers rubbed across her still pantied crotch, her fingers picked up some of this moisture.
The moans were coming more frequently and the urge to slip her fingers beneath the fabric and find bare skin was becoming unbearable. Maribeth found she was arching her back in the manner she knew she did with her lover just before he mounted her and another lonely moan escaped her lips.
Maribeth lifted a hand and placed it on her bare stomach caressing it in a circular motion not unlike what she was doing with her other hand further below.
Pleasure radiated through her body and her vaginal muscles were clenching in response. She wormed one finger beneath the edge of her bikini and the first contact with her silky pubic hair sent another quick spasm on its way causing her to moan out a long "ummmm." She moved another inch and she found the furrow that bisects women's bodies and used her finger tip to pull on one edge. The moisture she found there was thicker and oiler than what coated her outer lips.
Maribeth experienced a sudden desire to taste her arousal, and she removed her hand from her pussy and brought it to her lips. They smelled of sweet musk which wasn't exactly a surprise. She had tasted herself before, not only on her fingers, but recently, on her lover's lips and even on his cock. She smiled in remembrance of those times and placed her fingers in her mouth.
Tasting herself kicked her arousal up a notch, and her other hand slipped from the skin of her stomach into her panties, covered her mound, and pressed against her pelvic bone.
As pleasant as that felt, Maribeth knew it was but a short stop on the way to where her real desire lay. So, sliding further her middle finger slipped into the beginning of her slit and soon stroked across her clit. Her body gave a violent jerk and she removed the fingers in her mouth to stifle a loud gasp.
Maribeth knew her body, and realized that her clit had only begun to emerge from beneath the small flap of skin that protected her most sensitive nerve ending, and she idly wondered what would have happened had her finger encountered it bare and exposed. This mere thought sent a shiver through her body.
As her arousal grew, Maribeth's caution began to ebb. She took another quick look around and pushed her wrap to the side and pulled her bra to her neck, exposing her breasts to the warm Texas sun. She was loving this. The freedom of being so alone and free. She also recognized that part of her was reveling in.....what? A latent streak of exhibitionism?
She began to seriously fondle herself, first one, then her two middle fingers pushing their way inside. Her left hand squeezed her breast firmly and pinched the very erect nipple. The waves coursed through her body. She was close. Her fingers flew over her clit, now, bared, red and pulsing when she heard the noise.
She looked over her shoulder and saw him standing by the slope of the dune. Tall and tanned, his dark salt and pepper hair conveyed maturity that seemed in conflict with his youthful looking well muscled body. His eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, but Maribeth was sure they were laser locked on her exposed pussy and her flying hand that was.....oh so close! She noted that he was rubbing the front of his swimsuit and despite being partially hidden by his hand, she thought the outline of his cock was plain enough.
There was a part of her brain screaming to her...cover up and run. but, Oh God...she was so close, so close, so.....!
Her body suddenly jerked and her bottom completely lifted off the ground when a tsunami of sensation rolled over her. Fingers stabbed into her vagina and she gritted her teeth to prevent the scream that was rising in her throat. She lost sight of the man by the dune when her eyes clenched tightly and tears began to run down her cheeks.
A few seconds later she was rocked by a second wave that seemed to knock the wind out of her. For a moment she wondered who was gasping so loudly, but immediately recognized that it was her. Maribeth felt a complete loss of control over her body and the man's presence evaporated from her consciousness.
Though her eyes were mere slits and tears obscured her vision, Maribeth sensed movement, her brain began flashing defcon 4 type signals, and she began to panic. What was he doing? Who was he? Was she about to be raped? Thoughts jumbled and ran all over each other trying to command her attention.
As he approached, Maribeth's eyes cleared enough to see that he had removed his suit completely and the vague hint of his manhood she'd glimpsed as he had been rubbing himself was now revealed in stark rigid clarity. He stopped and stood over her still spasming body. He said nothing, but he was watching.
Maribeth knew she was still panting from the back to back orgasms that had just rolled over her and she struggled to gain some measure of composure. She was aware that she was trying to use her hands and arms to cover herself, but feared the effort was futile.
When it dawned on her that the man wasn't moving to assault her almost naked body, she relaxed just a bit, and Maribeth began to focus on something besides her physical survival. She guessed he was around her own age and seemed to be carrying himself in a confident manner. She couldn't discern anything from his expression, but his rigid penis was an unmistakable sign that he was highly aroused.
Maribeth's mind was still in turmoil over the unexpected situation in which she found herself, but in a small part of her awareness, she realized, and had to admit that, under different circumstances, she might even have been attracted to this man. With that thought she began to consider the unthinkable.
Maribeth had worked and sacrificed to reach the pinnacle of her profession as a psychologist and she realized that what she was thinking...what she was actually even considering, was....well, insane!
The man hadn't moved, and it seemed to Maribeth that he was waiting for something...but what? Apparently, some signal, some clue, some what?... Permission?
