Bondage on the Beach
My wife and I had a two-story condominium on an off-shore island in Florida on the Gulf of Mexico. The area where we lived was dotted with condominium townhouses and high-rises, with some areas of dunes in between, and a long expanse of white beach. Down the coast about eight miles was deserted beach, with both a gulf side and a 'sound' side which faced the intracoastal waterway. The intracoastal waterway side was pretty deserted and mostly hidden by large dunes. We had fucked several times in the dunes, but never quite in the fashion that I had in mind for today.
We gathered up the usual blanket, drinks, food, and sunscreen. I added a few things to my backpack which I hoped I could use later, and we started driving down the beach for our day in the secluded dunes. You know what Sharon looked like back then, so I won't waste time describing her, except to remind you that she kept her pussy shaved bald, both for me, and for the skimpy thong bikini that I could occasionally convince her to wear, which barely concealed her pussy lips and nipples. She always wore a long, white t-shirt until we were concealed among the dunes. Water shoes were a must in the hot sands until we reached water's edge.
Arriving at the site, we parked on the side of the beach road and walked the half-mile across the dunes to the water on the intracoastal waterway side of the island. I kept scanning the sands behind us to make sure we weren't being followed. We hit the water and played for a while, and then ate lunch. After lunch, I began the real activities I had in mind. "Want to try something different?" I asked.
"Oh, and just how many ways can you screw differently on the beach?" my wife asked, playfully.
"Well, we haven't tried beach bondage yet," I replied.
"Oh, no! Not out here in the open! Not in broad daylight!" she replied. But I noted that the playful tone was still in her voice.
"Why not? I'll fix you so that I can release you in a hurry if someone is coming. We can do it on the beach so I can see someone a long way off. There's a flat area just a few hundred feet down the beach so dunes can't conceal someone coming from the road. It'll be safer than screwing in the dunes where we could be surprised at any moment because of our not being able to see past the dunes." I sounded really convincing.
"Just where did you have in mind?"
"See that tree at the water's edge? That's where the flat spot is with no dunes and would be perfect. I can see almost all the way to the road, and for at least a mile along the beach in both directions. I'll tie you facing the water, so you can't be seen from the road."
"Well, I guess I'll try it. But don't strip me! I don't want to take any chances out here. You can play under the suit. You can't fuck me standing up very well, anyway." She sounded very stern, but I still detected the playful tone in her voice.
We quickly packed up everything in case we had to make a hasty retreat. Then I picked up my backpack and we headed toward the tree.
The tree was an old scrub oak and was about a foot in diameter. There was sand all around the base. The closest branch was about eight feet above the ground. It was a perfect post. I backed my wife up to the tree and placed her feet on either side of the trunk. I placed a leather cuff on each ankle and clipped a chain between her ankles behind the tree. This would keep her knees apart. I then placed a leather cuff on each wrist, and raised both arms above her head, chaining them together back around the trunk in a similar fashion as her ankles. So, she was my captive, with both arms over her head, chained together behind the tree, and both ankles chained apart behind the tree. The position caused her to arch her back, sticking her magnificent tits out as far as possible, and her belly flattened with her pussy thrust forward, begging. Then I produced the final accouterment. A blindfold!
"Oh, NO! No, you don't! Not here! I want to see if someone comes!" she protested.
"OH, YES! I'll be your eyes. Besides, it will be more stimulating if you can't see.