Chapter 7
"Sex on the Beach"
We had finished our salads and talked out the question I raised, at least, as far as we could for now. Gladys took charge and said, "OK, Hank, you go get your bathing suit, bring your motorcycle and I'll help Debra get ready."
So I put my clothes on, walked home, got my swimsuit and motorcycle gear. I still needed to get Debra something for her legs. That or she should wear jeans like I do. I returned to Gladys's place.
Debra was ready. She had her bikini on but also a pair of jeans and boots. She had packed a backpack with a large ground cover made for the beach, sandals, some snacks and water. She only had a bikini top on with a translucent coverup I'd not seen her buy. Turns out it is Gladys's who thought she may feel a bit shy at first just with the bikini top on.
I helped Debra on with the motorcycle gear and we headed to the beach. I have an annual state park pass, so we went into Anastasia State Park to the concession parking lot. We removed our shoes or boots and jeans. When Debra was stripped to just her bikini and coverup and I looked at her. My little soldier came immediately to attention. She saw it and said, "Ready!" I wasn't sure to what she was referring maybe to everything.
We walked across the walkway to the other side of the dunes and then turned north away from the crowds, although on nice days, it was busy with walkers and bicyclists all the way to the jetties. We held hands and chit chatted.
Once on the beach I asked if she wouldn't like to take off the coverup because it was scorching hot. She did and we applied suntan lotion to both of us. I was especially careful with her because she was white as a sheet, her body never having been exposed to the sun. I did take opportunity for some groping. The bottom of her bikini only barely covered anything. Her little bit of remaining hair was barely hidden by the front of the panty. The cut of the back was such that it left a large part of her very firm and nice buttocks showing.
By the time I was half finished spreading the suntan lotion into her body, she had had two small orgasms. Then by the time we were done she'd had a total of 5. I loved it when she had an orgasm. I thought I may cum in my shorts. Not to worry we were on a beach with lots of water.
We removed our sandals so we could walk on the cool sand and wade in the water which was cooling from the fall weather patterns. It was quite refreshing and Debra was simply delighted. Despite having been to the beach, she was never allowed the freedom to remove her shoes and feel the sand or the water. She found both to be quite sensuous and kept thanking me for bringing her.
We walked on and talked about the church services from this morning. She had found the Sunday School interesting but admitted her distraction from sitting with me. She said she's never heard people actually openly discussing a biblical text and expressing their doubts about the church teachings and even questions about the text and its meaning. The worship service was so foreign to her she could only express feelings of surprise. She knew only one of the hymns—"Amazing Grace"— and was unfamiliar with the tradition of congregational confessions, prayers and affirmations of faith. So we talked a bit about the distinction between high church and low church traditions about which she had no knowledge.
Then she surprised me with,"It appears the people in the class were searching for deeper faith. All I've ever heard was you either had faith or you didn't. If you had it, then you followed the will of God, and the minister and elders told you what that was."
I replied, "I think that is a good observation of us but I can't comment on your church."
"You know what. It's odd but I quit thinking of it as my church. I feel so distant from it that it is just this thing I once experienced. I'm free of it and I'm never going back." She then turned me to her, wrapped her arms around me, pressed into me and we kissed. Then she said, "I wish we could get naked and walk on the beach."
"Me too, but there are these things called laws", I laughed. "You know what?"
"What?"
"I find you to be the most intriguing, alluring, woman I've ever known and I am enjoying our journey."
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked sincerely.
"Debra, if I could and you wouldn't get pregnant, I'd bend you over and do it right here, but ... ." I stopped not sure where I was going or how to say it.
"But what?" she insisted.
"But, I want you to be sure. I also want us to do it the first time and make it special. I know too many people who rashly had intercourse in the back seat of a car, a bathroom, in the woods or the beach, and then regretted it. If and when we have intercourse, I want it to be special for you and me. I want you to remember the night and the time as something very special to you."
"So doing it today on the beach is not what you think we should do?"
"Well, we can't for one thing because we have no protection. Some day we may want to do it on the beach, but I don't think today is that day. I really want doing it to feel like a gift."
She hugged me tighter and squirmed against me saying, "Thank you, Hank. You are very thoughtful." Then she began to cry and shake her head, "I'm not sad", she cried through her sobs, "I'm so happy I found you. I love you." She then turned her head up and kissed me passionately.
Once we finished the kiss, we walked on down the beach. I asked, "I suppose that since you couldn't walk barefoot on the beach, you did not learn to swim either?"
She laughed, "Not hardly. I'd love to learn though. Can you teach me?"
"I may be able to but I think you would do well to take lessons from a professional. You'd advance faster."