SELF ISOLATION
By Dawn R
When the COVID virus hit I had a decision to make. As a writer I am very lucky in that I can work anywhere. Anywhere that is, that has light and power and good access to the internet. I am too married to my computer to consider resorting to pen and ink. Being too married to my job and my computer is also what led, at least in part, to my divorce.
We settled without too much rancor on my taking the beach house, which is now my year-round home, while he kept the place in the city. We were both just twenty-three when we got married. It was almost ten years before we both admitted the mistake we had made and got the divorce. It wasn't about sex; the sex was still great and had probably been the main reason we had stayed together as long as we had. Luckily, we had been in no rush to have children. We both had pretty active libidos, so it wasn't a surprise when Ted let me know he had begun a new relationship. With the coming of the lock-down in March my decision was whether to move into the little apartment I just acquired in town or continue to hang out here on the coast.
Having decided the apartment would be just too claustrophobic, I went on a major shopping spree for the things I could not live without. I filled the beach house freezer chest with frozen meat and vegetables and stocked up on coffee, sugar, flour and, yes of course, toilet paper and paper towel as well as a whole lot of other essentials. For anything fresh I would have to rely on the local supermarket and the grocery. I just hoped they could stay open.
Up until two weeks ago the weather had mostly been cold and stormy, but now that the daily highs are in the eighties and the weather has mostly settled I am spending a part of each day on my beach. I say 'my beach' because although the beach is public my house is situated in a little bay with only a few neighbors. It seems they all stayed in town. There is public access if you are willing to walk a mile and a half from the road to the steep path down to the beach. Even in summer we get very few visitors apart from the immediate residents and their families. There are much more accessible beaches only a few minutes' drive in either direction.
Enjoying the isolation, I have taken to sun-bathing nude. I just throw in a sun dress after my shower, have my coffee and eat something light, grab my bag and come down here. I have a bikini in my bag for emergencies but have never put it on, even when I was surprised by a visit from the state marine patrol in some kind of souped-up zodiac. On that day I was deep in my book when they just pulled up on the beach and they were standing respectfully physically distanced by the time I got to my feet. They wanted to know who I was and how I got here.
Once they understood I lived right here and had not been driving around. They said how lucky I was and to stay safe, then wished me a good day and were gone. No charges of public indecency or demands that I get dressed. In fact, I think they enjoyed the view. There were three of them, a man probably in his fifties, a much younger man and a woman of maybe thirty. It was tough to be sure of their ages as their faces all had the kind of tan you get when you are out in all weathers. All I know is that rather than feeling embarrassed or frightened, I felt confident and a little aroused standing there as the object of their scrutiny.
So, I have been pretty much relaxed as no one else has been around. This morning I got out of the shower and was looking out of my bathroom window when I was surprised to see a man walking down the track towards the beach. He was still a little way off and I wondered where he had come from, either the main road or one of the new houses on the cliff that lies between our bay and the next one over. I was suddenly a little self-conscious standing there in front of the mirror. I had not really been maintaining my personal grooming. I reached for my razor and cream and tidied my bush to a narrow strip that ran down my mons and stopped just above my clit. Why seeing a man had prompted this action I could not say, but it was certainly time I paid it a bit of attention.
By the time I got downstairs I saw he had arrived on the beach. As I watched he put down his bag and took out a towel. He stripped off his shirt and began applying copious amounts of sun screen to his arms and chest. He looked back towards the few houses in our bay and presumably seeing no obvious signs of life unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans quickly followed by his underwear.
If anything, his butt was whiter than his chest. It was a long time since any part of his body but his forearms had seen the sun. As I watched he continued to apply sun tan lotion to the areas that had now been exposed. I experienced a hot flush as I took stock of my voyeuristic behavior. It was too long since I had seen a naked man and from this distance it looked as though he was in good shape, although I couldn't really tell what age he was.
What should I do? The sensible thing would be to remain inside in the safety of my home, but somehow after this long isolation I felt a little reckless. I opened the screen door, crossed the deck and made my way down the path to the beach. Carrying a large beach umbrella, I pretended not to be aware of him as I walked past and stopped about twelve feet in front of him. Without looking back, I put down my things and worked the umbrella's pole into the sand. I fixed the umbrella and opened it.
Facing the ocean, I lifted my sundress over my head. Surprise! For him, but not for me. It was all I was wearing apart from my beach sandals. Just as he had done I reached into my bag for my book and my suntan lotion without looking back pretending I was totally unaware of his presence. I wondered if he would cough or otherwise alert me, but no, just the gentle sound of the waves. I started with my shoulders and arms then moved to my breasts, all with my back to him. I moved down to my stomach and on down to my pubic area. He would just have to use his imagination as I stroked my scant landing strip and let my fingers spend a moment on my clit. I was starting to feel quite hot.
Finally, I moved to my legs starting with my thighs then bending forward as I applied the lotion past my knees and down to my calves and ankles. At this point I knew I must be providing a clear view of my vagina, which I knew was by now very moist. I wondered if it might be glistening in the sun now beating hotly on my bum.
I hadn't applied any lotion to my back, so spreading my towel I now sat down and then lay back with my head on my bag. I picked up my book and read a couple of pages before very obviously laying it aside. I lay still and soon gave every impression of napping.
After about five minutes I heard movements behind me. I was pretty sure he had just stood up. Then I heard him walking lightly towards me. My eyes were open but I doubted he could tell that behind my mirrored sunglasses. He walked past me towards the ocean respecting the distance between us. I had to switch my gaze hard to the right to follow his progress and then I could no longer see him. I continued to lie still and wondered if he was going for a long swim. Apparently not, for I soon heard him coming a little less quietly back up the beach. I still did not move.
He stopped in front of me about eight feet away. I could see sea water glistening on his skin. He was obviously checking me out. He wasn't wearing sunglasses and I could see his eyes wandering up and down my body. He checked out my what he could see of my face and breasts couple of times but after a minute it was clear he was more of a leg man or maybe it was just my pussy. He moved slightly forward (to improve the view?) and his penis was now visible to me and I could see it slowly thickening and lengthening.
Enough of this. I gave a cough and sat up. I reacted surprised and a little shocked to see him in front of me. He blushed quite a startling crimson and moved his hand to cover himself, which only drew attention to his strengthening cock. I'm not an expert on cocks, although I've seen a few on nude beaches in the past. But very few of them were erect or even close. Anyway, this penis looked to be a very nice size in it's now semi-erect condition and his blushing seemed quite delightful. Although he had a man's figure I doubted he was more than twenty-two or three. He was clearly both embarrassed and uncomfortable.
"Where did you swim in from?" I asked taking the initiative and pretending to be unaware of how he arrived.
"No, no, I didn't swim here. I was just taking a dip; I live up on the point." He was anxious to explain.
Continuing my game, I said "So, you saw me sunbathing nude and thought you could sneak up on me?"
"No. Actually, I was here first." His poor penis was shrinking at the inquisition.
"I didn't see you."
"Well, you were carrying that big umbrella and walked right by me." He was getting indignant now.
"And you didn't say anything as I got undressed?"
"Well, I was caught by surprise and was covering myself, while you put up the umbrella. I expected you to turn round and then you just pulled your dress off and were nude underneath. I figured nudity didn't offend you so I stopped covering."
"Well, you must have watched me when I was putting on my sunscreen, and you still didn't say anything."
