It was a warm morning when Sally woke up. She had been out the night before and, as per usual, she had woken up with that feeling of horniness in the bottom of her stomach. She wanted to reach down and have a little play with herself but the kids were creating a racket in the living room and her husband was on his way up the stairs, probably about to do his usual trick of waking her up so she can't have a lie in.
She had been roused from a dream that she was really getting into, concerning the man she often sees on her walks across the sand dunes. He usually walks his dog and greets her with a smile and a nod if they pass and was at least six foot tall, not skinny but well proportioned and she could see from the cut of his trousers he looked to be okay in the package front too. She had often wondered if he lived up to the bulge and this is the route the dream was taking as she had woken.
She was on her knees and undoing the button flies to his jeans, and was just about to reach in and grip his manhood to release it from his trousers when the noise downstairs woke her.
A bit disgruntled, a bit horny and very wet between her legs, she sat up just as her husband came through the door.
"You not up yet? It's gone half seven, the kids are fighting downstairs and not getting ready for school and I'm hungry!"
The joy!
"I'm getting up now," she said rolling over to the edge of the bed. The fleeting stir of lust quickly leaving her only to be replaced by the growing feeling of frustration. "But I'm not staying in for long. I'll do the breakfast, get a shower and then I'm going for a walk!"
The thoughts of 10 minutes in the bathroom with the power shower had made her feel a little happier but the thought that she might meet the man walking his dog across the dunes put the hint of a smile on her face.
An hour later, with her husband gone to work and the kids finally out to school, she was pulling out of the driveway on her way to the car park next to the dunes. At this time of day the dunes were usually pretty quiet and with the high sand banks usually pretty secluded too, which is just the way she liked it. After the confusion and mayhem of the house and the power shower being broken, the walk is what she would need to make her feel at least a little better (but not as good as she would have done if the shower was working though!)
As she parked the car in the car park there was only one other car there, one she had never seen before. It was a big 4 x 4 off road jeep with big chunky tires and dark tinted windows and big enough to hold half a dozen people in.
As she got out of the car she could feel that the wind had picked up a little but it was still warm and sunny so she left her fleece in the back and all she had on was a loose t-shirt and shorts. If it got colder, she thought, she would just walk a little faster.
As Sally walked past the jeep she tried to peer through the windows but couldn't see into the back and could only guess it would be full of kids stuff, be driven by a woman with the perfect family and far too much time on her hands.
Through the gate of the car park and onto the sand, Sally set off at a fairly brisk pace along the smooth path between the dunes. The sand was high on either side of her and topped with long swaying grass and reeds but she was in the lea of the high banks and sheltered from the breeze.
The sand dunes were vast and it would take a good hour from one side to the other, especially when walking on the softer sand. Out at the far reaches of the sand banked area, the dunes got higher, the path steeper and the walk harder. She planned to go to the edge of this area and turn back as it wasn't as sheltered as within the trough of the banks.
After a good half hour of walking, she could feel the trickle of sweat bead its way down the middle of her back and soak in to the straps of her bra, making it rather uncomfortable. As she hadn't seen anybody at all within the dunes or the person who owned the other car, she decided to take her bra off and shove it into the pouch pocket of her shorts and carried on with her walk. I'll just crest the top of the next rise and then turn back she thought to herself.
As she topped the rise and looked down the slope, Sally saw footprints in the sand going in the direction towards the sea. Intrigued, she slowly and carefully made her way down the other side of the steep bank towards the footprints, but just as she started her descent her foot caught in the soft sand and she began to fall forward and onto her knees, unable to stop her slide until she hit the bottom of the bank, ending up sat in the middle of the path, on top of the prints left in the sand.
As she sat there she followed the direction the footprints with her eyes, wondering who they belonged to. Just as her eyes reached where the footprints veered out of sight a man walked into her view, retracing the route of the footprints he had obviously made before. He was bare foot, bare legged and bare chested. He had a towel around his shoulders and, a tight fitting pair of denim shorts, cropped at the top of his thigh as if they were once a pair of jeans. And he was wet from swimming.
He stopped as her saw her and smiled.
"Are you okay," he asked. "I saw you at the top of the dune and then stumble." He was talking as he walked towards her.
It was the man she sometimes saw with the dog, and he was naked apart from his wet shorts and towel. The goose bumps on his chest stood out and made his chest hair stand on end. His muscles were prominent but not big, and his chest was solid with not an ounce of fat and his stomach flat. But, what she noticed about him more than anything else was his huge thighs and the tightness of his shorts around his crotch. The wet fabric had moulded itself to his manhood, and even though he had just been swimming in the cold sea, it looked huge.
She couldn't help but look at his crotch as he got closer. He was bending down and offering her his hand to help her up and it was then that she realised that she had been staring at the outline of his cock the whole while he was walking towards her.
She pulled her eyes away and looked into his face. "Are you okay?" he said, "Do you want a hand up?"
She was dumbstruck for a second before she took his hand. Had he noticed me staring, she thought as he helped her up.
At last she got her whit's about her" I'm okay, I think," is all she could think of saying.
"You look a bit shaken, my bag's around the corner and I've got a flask of tea. I think you should have some, you look a bit flushed."
And she was flushed. The wind had got up and the breeze had started to get cold but her cheeks felt hot. She looked at the mans chest and noticed his nipples were erect, standing out straight from his body, this made her remember that she had taken her bra of and she looked down to her own chest.
Her t-shirt couldn't hide her own nipples poking through the fabric. They were erect and firm and as the wind blew against her shirt the fabric rubbed against them sending a tingling feeling through her boobs and into her loins and making her nipples even harder. She didn't know if her cheeks were flushed from the fall, from embarrassment or from the feeling of wanton excitement running through her body.
Her first instinct was to cover up and put her hands across her chest but as she looked back, the man was also staring at her tits, and brazenly so. This made the thrill and the excitement feel stronger and she made a conscious effort not to cover up. In doing so, she uncontrollably breathed in, making her tits stick out and her nipples out further stil.
"I'd love some tea," she said, "but I may need a hand getting to where your bag is," she said, feigning a limp.
She couldn't believe she was saying this and accepting his offer. What was she going to do once they got to where is bag was? she was beginning to think of al the things she had dreamt about that morning before she got up and was now wondering if she could go so far as to do the things she had in her mind just a couple of hours ago!
He moved around the side of her and put his arm around her back and under her arm and supported her, but as they began to walk, she could feel his hand slip up under her boob and his thumb cup the side of it. The touch of this mans hand against her boob, even innocently; sent shivers down her spine and, not for the first time that day, a familiar wetness begin to spread between her legs.
As they rounded the corner she could see his bag in amongst an outcrop of sage grass and reeds. it was lying on top of a tartan blanket which had been laid out ready for the mans return and his clothes were folded neatly into a pile next to the bag.
As they neared he removed his hand from her around her side, brushing across her tit as he did.
Did he mean to do that?
He turned her round and holding her hands lowered her to the blanket. She could see his muscles tense as he took her weight but she couldn't help but look at his cock as she passed it and noticed it had grown. The shape of it pushed against the denim and his flies bulged at the pressure.
What was she going to do? She was happily married and loved her husband but this man with his bulging muscles and even more bulging cock had made her doubt herself. Sally was a good wife and had never thought about cheating on her husband before but this man had awakened lust in her that she had never felt before!
She had seen her husbands (hidden) porn films, where the girl is taken against her will by a rough and rugged man, to end up enjoying the sex and at the end of the film doing to the man the things that Sallys own husband had asked her to do but she would always refuse and never do.
These where her favourite films, wanton lust and sex where the girl always ends up having the best sex ever, and something Sally would dream about often.
This may be the chance she was looking for with the man she'd been wanting it with, but could she go through with it if the chance came?
