Reunion - Galveston

It was an opportunity for us to see each other that we couldn't pass up. I was 'supposed' to be attending an International Trade Show at the Houston Convention Center, and Maribeth was 'supposed' to be working at the VA hospital in Dallas, but somehow we found ourselves in a small hotel located way down at the end of Galveston Beach. It didn't have much in the way of amenities, but it did have the virtue of being secluded.

I had recently discovered Maribeth's passion for beaches; beaches for bathing, beaches for sunning, beaches for picnics and beaches just to get out and walk.

Today we were going to walk on the beach.

I slipped into my black ARMY bathing suit; with the green muscle shirt that Maribeth described as my "Goodwill" rag. She asked me if she should wear the cute one-piece, or the sexy bikini that she'd bought as a reward when she had lost 10 pounds. While I do like cute, I'm randy this morning, so no real choice. Bikini!

I watched as Maribeth stripped down and noticed her habit of always putting the bra on first. This dates back some thirty years previously when we first made love in a hotel in Norfolk. I had commented on how erotic it was for me to see her 'bottemless' and Maribeth had always made it a point to display herself in this manner when she could ever since.

There definitely was some sexual tension building, but we both were looking forward to a walk on the beach, so off we went. It was mid-week so it wasn't very crowded; a few kids surfing; someone way up the beach fishing (don't know for what); and a couple in beach chairs not far away.

The sand was warm, but not to the point of burning our soles, but since Galveston Beach is more 'pebbley' than 'sandy' it was only so-so for a barefoot walk, but it meant that we had to pay attention to where we stepped.

Maribeth had put on a sun hat, sunglasses and a yellow open knit shirt that in my opinion wasn't covering up very much. I had put on sunglasses and my worn Army hat, so I looked like I just stepped out of the movie "Tropic Thunder."

Maribeth was laughing at me again. I asked, "Up or down", and she pointed in the general direction of the fisherman.

As we walked along the shore, we occasionally stepped into the surf to cool our feet. The conversation was light, mostly about work challenges and what to have for lunch. We passed the fisherman, but he didn't seem to notice. I looked in his catch pail and saw nothing, we continued up the beach walking hand in hand.

Pretty soon we arrived at a stretch of beach that was primarily grassy dunes with paths of sand meandering between them, a little like a maze, but not very complicated. If Maffi had been along, the view from 6 inches above the ground would probably be more frightening, but as we know, Maffi was not along. You can't walk a cat!

It was a beautiful day and the surf rolling in from the Gulf of Mexico was barely more than ripples. Looking at the serenity, it was hard to imagine the ferocious hurricanes that had pummeled this stretch of beach in past years, particularly the one in 1900 which killed 8,000 people and was regarded as the deadliest hurricane in American history.

We'd gone about a mile and the end of the beach was visible so in a few more minutes we'd soon have to turn around. We hadn't seen anyone other than the fisherman but our walk had been interrupted several times when we stopped and kissed. When we did, I could taste the salty sweat on our lips which, for some reason, I found highly erotic. As our lips met, I noted that almost every time we have kissed in private that Maribeth's fingers invariably wrapped themselves into the hair on the back of my head and conversely my hand always seemed to find and squeeze the soft mound of her breast.

A few minutes later, as we passed a section of dunes we were surprised to come upon a couple about our age, lying on a blanket, mostly hidden from view. They were perhaps twenty yards away and at that moment they were so into each other that our presence went unnoticed. They were both naked, well almost naked, he had on a hat, and she was still wearing her sandals.

The woman was laying on her back, her head slightly raised by a rolled up towel. One of her legs was bent such that, for the moment, a view between her legs was blocked. The man was stretched out on his left side, his lips locked with hers, and his right hand was cupping and slowly kneading her left breast. His erection, now pressed up against her raised leg, was only partially visible.

We of course stopped immediately, and I saw Maribeth's hand quickly cover her mouth, as we both looked on in surprise. She glanced in my direction and took a step backwards, intending to leave, since we have clearly invaded their privacy.

Maribeth pulled on my arm, but when I didn't follow, she paused and looked at me questioningly. I smiled and just nodded toward the lovers and pulled her back against my body.

I knew we weren't really hidden, but one of the lovers would have had to totally change their position in order to catch any view of the two voyeurs standing hidden by the dune. I sensed Maribeth's embarrassment, but I also sensed something else.

Arousal.

I was caught between the desire to watch our lovers, and my desire to watch her. Sunglasses obscure, but they don't always hide, and as I watched, Maribeth's eyes widened as she surveyed the erotic display taking place a few yards away.

As the objects of our attention continued to kiss we noticed that her right hand, which up to then has been completely hidden by his body, emerged into view and gently encircled his penis. His body jerked as she closed her hand around him and it appeared that he had gotten firmer. It wasn't a raging boner, at least not yet, but it was obvious that that was the direction he was heading.

I felt Mariberh press her body closer. Her left arm wrapped around my back, and I sensed her right hand caressing my abs through my "raggy" shirt. I had an arm around Maribeth's neck and was gently squeezing her shoulders. I had only sensed her arousal, but I could definitely feel mine, and so, I suspected, could she.

Maribeth's hand dropped to gently brush the front of my suit. I chuckled to myself, thinking that she was just confirming her suspicions, which of course she was.

As I contemplated these deep thoughts, the gentle brush of Maribeth's hand I was feeling, became something quite different when she grasped my length between her fingers, and ran them up and down my shaft, cupping and measuring its length and girth through my shorts.

I turned to face Maribeth just as she looked up. Our lips met in a gentle kiss, and I tasted the flavor of her lipstick. It was very subtle because she hadn't used much, and I wondered for about the thousandth time how it would feel to have lipstick on all the time. She's told me that it's something you hardly notice, but at the moment I was.

Sometimes when kissing, I like to slide my lips along hers, not penetrating her mouth, but just capturing the feeling of them. I did this now, and she followed my lead. The sensation was both soft and sensuous and it always gave me a sense of timelessness.

Maribeth must have been feeling somewhat similar emotions as I sensed her tongue push against my lips, probing and impatient to move our kiss to the next level. My response was rapid and decisive. My tongue penetrated and met hers. They danced together in joyous abandon while I noted that her hand had begun squeezing my hardness with gusto. Little sparks were dancing in my head from the combined assault of Maribeth's lips, her smell and the attention she was forcing on my manhood through the fabric of my suit.

My hand, which had been caressing her shoulder moved to the curve of her hip, and Maribeth became aware of my fingers slipping inside her bikini panties, feeling the naked flesh of her hip as well as the first gentle slope leading to her butt.

I sensed a small jerk of recognition from her, but it didn't seem to alter the passion that was building. Our lips and tongues continued performing exquisite dances to unheard sexual rhythms, and both our hands were fully engaged, probing, feeling and caressing that which we both desired.

Almost as an afterthought, I took a moment to glace back at our lovers, still locked in their own embrace. She'd straightened her leg, and for the first time I saw her nicely trimmed pussy, and the delicious curve of her pubic mound, that gentle swell that women have before their flesh curves into the chasm between their legs. 'Juliet's legs had parted enough that I had a clearer view of her charms and I noted she had retained her pubic hair, but like Maribeth, had trimmed it in a very feminine way.

While we're too far away for me to discern if her lips have begun to part or if she's lubricating, my assessment is that she is very aroused. Her hand had not yet moved from grasping him and the gentle movement of her hand along his length is quite obvious.

My view of her charms was suddenly disturbed however, as 'Romeo' paused in kneading the breast of dear 'Juliet' and moved his hand to the space between her parted legs. Placing his palm on her mound I saw his fingers slip between the folds, and as we watched it was evident that he'd spreading her moisture along her furrow. At one point, she seemed to give a jerk and raise her hips slightly, and her legs appeared to splay further apart. He obviously had just brushed over her clit and her response seemed to signal that more of the same would be welcome.

At this point, I pulled back from Maribeth, and she looked over her shoulder, puzzled. We had been so engaged with our own passion, that she hadn't been paying any attention to the people on the blanket. Catching her eye, I nod in their direction and Maribeth turned slightly to see. Her small gasp signaled that she too had locked in on the fact that things were indeed escalating. Once again I sensed Maribeth slightly pull away as if to leave the scene. But again, I pulled her back, and stepped behind, so we're both facing in the same direction.

As we watch, they break their kiss and he has found one of her engorged nipples with his lips, teasing it with both teeth and tongue. His hand was still quite busy between her legs and it seemed only a matter of time before nature most likely begin to take its course.

However, it happened faster than I had thought, as my prophecy begins to unfold before our eyes. By twisting and lifting his body he's suddenly atop her, and she spreads her legs in anticipation. Her hand which had been stroking him has lost its grip and we can see her searching as he slides into a semi-kneeling position above her. Her hand succeeds in grasping his hardness once more, and with another slight body adjustment brings him to her opening that now seems to blossom in anticipation of their union.

Slightly moving him along her slit to insure her wetness lubricates his shaft, she holds him in the right position, and we can see the first indication that he has begun to gently push forward. The moment of initial penetration is met with a gasp from her, not of pain, but of fulfillment. Her calves suddenly lock around him and we can see that she is forcefully pulling him into her. For a moment they lay still as they take time to let her accommodate his rigid invader.

They are still but for a moment, then he begins to slowly withdraw. Her legs permit this to an extent, but are soon pulling him back. As we watch, the primal cycle commences. His thrusts are met by her yielding, his withdrawal suddenly countered by her desire for him and her legs act to pull him back. Thrust and withdrawal, thrust and withdrawal, the pace intensifies, then slacks, sometimes coming to a complete stop, as each partner allows the sensations they are experiencing to wash over them. Then the rhythm starts again.

We are in a perfect position to observe his penis pistoning into her, and of his rigid shaft separating her folds and penetrating the circle of flesh of her vaginal opening. Juices from their union are slowly running and coating her inner thighs

Continuing our illicit watch, my hands dropped and slid underneath Maribeth's panties. Since I was behind her, I easily found the curve of her mound, and slipped through the hair I found there. Maribeth gave a muffled gasp as she sensed where I was heading, but she did nothing to stop me.

I found the first small indentation just below her mound and lingered for a moment. I've always loved this place on a woman's body, the spot where her folds just begin. When I first told Maribeth about this, she was puzzled. What was so special about that? She thought some greater attractions lay beyond. Yes, she was right, but there's just something very erotic to me about this short pause at the gateway. Maribeth's learned to tolerate my sexual quirks, so I received no more puzzled looks, just a welcome sigh that indicated that all is well. I played for a moment, focusing all of my senses into just one fingertip that was gently caressing this one small spot.

After a moment, my sexual fetish now satisfied, my journey continued south, spreading her labia with my fingers, I brushed her clit and felt her jerk. I was not surprised, but very pleased to discover how much this voyeuristic experience was stimulating Maribeth's arousal. More foreplay would not be needed to tease her sometimes shy clit from it's little cave since I could feel the little button, bared and ready for action.

I fingered it again and felt Maribeth jerk against me. My fingers were already soaked with her juices and they easily slid along her slit. Leaning slightly forward, I dipped one into her opening to gather more and am met with a strong clench of Maribeth's muscles. Could this be a signal that the penetration that we're witnessing in front of us would be welcome here?

Maribeth moved her hands behind her, and between us. They've once again found my cock and are engaged in strangling the poor boy to death. My erection was poking into the small indentation made by her butt cheeks and I was finding that that, plus her hands, were having a wonderful effect on my outlook. I was as rigid as I had been in awhile, and the feeling was euphoric.

It was becoming clear that the scene in front of us was nearing its climatic moment (pun intended), and as we watched it happened. The thrusts, which had been building in intensity, suddenly stopped, and he emitted a long moan from between clenched teeth. His cock visibly pulsed as he emptied himself into her and as her arms and legs grasped his body holding him as deeply as possible. Since I knew from our own lovemaking that Maribeth does exactly the same thing as I cum inside of her, I asked if this is a common reaction by all women, perhaps programmed by nature to ensure that the species survives. Maribeth said it must be, because it seems to 'just happen.'

As our lovers approached their beautiful end, I resumed my attack on Maribeth's clit. By the way the muscles of her thighs twitched, I could tell she was getting close, very close.

My timing wasn't perfect, but it was pretty good. The orgasm that wracked her body happened within seconds of theirs. Maribeth's head fell back on my shoulder and her thighs locked my fingers in a death grip, while she was trying very hard to keep the moans on her lips from escaping. The bra of her bikini was doing its best to contain her heaving breasts as tears streamed down Maribeth's face. It was all I could do to support her weight as she semi-collapsed against my body. To our front, we could see that 'Romeo' had withdrawn from 'Juliet,' and his spending was now visibly coating the point of their union.

He had fallen again to her side, obviously spent, and she had turned to hold him close. As they reached for each other, I was mesmerized by the combined sensation of holding Maribeth in the midst of her own orgasm, while watching the scene in front of us. When 'Juliet' turned, I feared that she could catch a glimpse of us, but she apparently did not.

When Maribeth relaxed enough that I was finally able to remove my fingers from her panties, we both took the signal from the repositioning of the bodies in front of us that it's time we leave.

As quietly as possible we retreated the way we had come and were soon on the path back to the unit. As we walked, Maribeth's breath returned to normal and finally she seemed able to speak.

"They came, and I came," Maribeth said, silently implying that one of the four of us did not share in that experience. I was still very aroused, and as we walked I noted, with some hint of appreciation, that it was not going unnoticed by her.

After we passed the fisherman (still nothing in his catch bucket), Maribeth reached and grabbed me and moved close, whispering in my ear, "That was the most erotic thing I've ever experienced, without you I'd never have stayed."

I said that I knew that, but I was glad it happened, it was an unexpected moment of intimacy where we mutually discovered how sometimes watching others had a serious erotic impact on our own relationship. Not bad for a great walk on the beach.

Maribeth smiled, and agreed. But then added. "It's already been a great day, but when we get back to the hotel, your great day will have just begun."