I watched for her at dinner. My wife Judy asked why I was so preoccupied, but I brushed off the inquiry with some excuse. She and I weren't really getting along very well at the time, and I certainly didn't want to tell about her my afternoon experience at the nude beach.
We lingered over dessert, primarily because I hoped to see the girl again. If I'd been thinking clearly, I probably would have been hiding, but I felt like I just had to see her, to see who she might be with. Judy asked me if I'd like to go for a walk on the beach, but I put her off with some excuse about a headache and sent her off shopping for the evening. I hated to think about how much she might spend, but I wanted her out of the way.
I knew it was a long shot, but once she was gone, I headed back to the nude beach. I stripped and lay back on one of the chairs, watching the sun sinking toward the horizon. I looked down the sand and saw a woman walking toward me. She stopped about eight chairs away and put her bag on the chair. It wasn't who I was hoping for, but for a woman about my own age, she was a knockout.
It took me a moment to remember that for me, at this point, any naked woman was a blessing. I pretended not to be watching, but the woman didn't seem to care. She reached behind her long, golden hair to untie the top of her suit and without hesitation, let the strings fall onto her chest.
In shocked fascination, I saw her swing the top of her body side to side. The movement caused her breasts to sway, gently dropping the top of her suit down to her waist. She actually let her body twist a couple more times, and her breasts moved in ways that took my breath away. She was magnificent.
I had been hoping to see again the young girl's breasts from this morning, and here I was being offered the most incredible set of woman's breasts that I had ever seen. They were perfect; large, but not out of proportion to her body. The aureoles of her breasts were well defined and dark, with nipples that had to extend a half inch or more from her full, spherical mounds. The thought crossed my mind that to touch them one time, to draw each nipple into my mouth for only one single instant, that would have been enough to make me ready to die and go to heaven.
I saw her glance my way and then turn her back to me. "Damn," I thought, "I made her self-conscious. Now she won't let me see anything more." Was I wrong!
I saw her reach to the waistband of her bathing suit bottom. She pulled it out from her hips and began to lower it. As she did, she bent over, her ass pointed exactly in my direction. I think she even hesitated a bit as her hands pushed the material all the way to her feet.
There she was, displaying her perfectly heart-shaped ass cheeks for me to stare at as hungrily as I wanted. As I looked, I found I could hardly breathe. My eyes slid down the crack of her ass, and as I watched, she lifted one leg to remove the suit. Her thighs parted and with the slightest resistance from her natural moisture, I saw her pussy lips spread open, then close as she lowered her leg. Before my wish could even be acknowledged, she then lifted the other leg, and I saw the vision repeat itself.
I pulled my towel across my lap, realizing there were things happening that needed to be hidden. Down the beach, the gorgeous woman walked elegantly to the water. She moved with the grace of a dancer, her lovely leg muscles flexing with each step. Again, she bent over to wet her hands in the water. "Breathe in, breathe out," I reminded myself. "Breathe in, breathe out."
She turned, looked in my direction, and began walking toward me. Beneath the towel, my cock deflated quickly with the shock that she was coming over to me. "Hi, there. I'm Katie," she called. "Mind if I sit down?"
She walked over to the lounge chair next to mine and sat down on the side of it, facing me. To my amazement, she leaned forward and sat with her legs spread slightly apart. A quick glance verified that if I were brave enough to look, her pussy was right there for me to see. With embarrassment that I was furious to admit, I found I couldn't look at anything other than her blazing, intensely blue eyes.
Urging myself to "Be a man!" about this, I turned and sat facing her. My cock and balls hung over the edge of the chair. I saw her glance down at my crotch and I was glad my first sight of her had given me at least a partial erection. I knew I'd look bigger now than I would have otherwise.
"Well, are you going to introduce yourself?" she said, with an edge to her voice.
"Oh, yes, well, uhhh, my name is Roger," I said. I felt like I was sixteen and she was my high school French teacher. Why couldn't I find any words to say?
"Well, Roger, I'm glad to meet you," she said. "And it looks like you're glad to meet me, doesn't it?"
I looked up at her, puzzled at whether she meant what it sounded like she meant.
"Of course, that's what I mean," she said firmly. "It's a terribly inhibited woman who doesn't hope to inspire a reaction when she walks around naked in front of a man. I'm glad you're normal enough to appreciate a beautiful woman."
