This true story describes a moment in time (Summer 1984 when Leigh was 21) and is about the further evolution of Leigh's and my sex life. Though it is not necessary to read the previous installments to enjoy this story, at least reading "Now Showin' at the Movies" will help with the context of this story.
The descriptions of the people in the story are accurate for the time however, their names have been changed to protect the innocent. Understand that like all works "Based on a True Story", there may be some artistic license taken.
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Leigh and I had decided to spend the summer in Florida. My parents were on a three-month world cruise, and we would have their house in Palm Beach all to ourselves. We had no specific plans to do anything over the summer. We just wanted to enjoy the beach and the local night clubs while spending time together. It was with this in mind, that we headed to the beach one Wednesday morning.
We chose to go to Juno Beach. Juno Beach was a small rustic beach on the northern end of the county and was primarily visited by locals. Since it was a weekday, we figured we would have the beach mostly to ourselves, however, upon arriving, we were surprised to see that the little parking lot was full. I did what I had previously done when I had encountered a full parking lot, I just pulled a little north of the lot and parked on the grass along the side the road.
I put the top up on my Mustang convertible and got out of the car. I watched as Leigh stepped out of the car, stood and stretched her tall (5'11"), long-legged frame. I admired the sculpted muscularity of her body resulting from hours of swimming, running, and lifting weights. Her coal black hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face had a freshly scrubbed but natural look. Leigh looked over the car and flashed me one of her beautiful smiles.
The day before Leigh had purchased a bathing suit that she said was a surprise for me. Though I couldn't make out what her new suit looked like, the skimpy attire she wore to cover up the suit gave me glimpses of what was hidden underneath. Over the top of her swimsuit, Leigh wore what I can only guess was an old "Frank's Dive Shop" T-shirt. The reason I had to guess is because she had cut the bottom off the T-shirt so that only the red printed "Frank's" and the top third of the red "Diver Down" flag remained. The rest of the white T-shirt, from just above the bottom swell of her breast had been removed.
On the bottom she wore a pair of blue tie-dyed wrap shorts. Wrap shorts were one of those god-awful fashion mistakes of the 80s. It was a single piece of fabric sort of in the shape of an hourglass with strings hanging off each side of the material. Somehow women were able to manipulate this piece of cloth so that it formed a pair of shorts. It appeared to be magic to my man brain.
It was the uncovered expanse between the bottom of Leigh's T-shirt and the top of her wrap shorts that I got a hint of the sexy nature of her swimsuit. As she turned toward me, I could make out the plunging "V" of the neckline of her bathing suit that ended just below her belly button. I could only imagine the cleavage that would be on display once she removed her T-shirt.
I grabbed our beach bag and a small cooler from the trunk and followed Leigh as she weaved her way through the sea grape bushes making her way to the beach just beyond the dunes. I was too busy watching her beautiful ass wiggle as she gingerly made her way to the beach to notice the newly erected signs stating:
No Parking
Violators will be Towed
at Owner's Expense
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After we broke through the dunes and onto the beach, we turned north and walked away from most of the beach goers to get some privacy. I chose a spot just past a middle-aged couple to set up. The blonde-haired woman was plain but not unattractive and her modest bikini revealed a decent body. The man was extremely heavy, and his large belly fell over his waist band and made his tiny blue Speedo disappear. As we walked by, I heard the couple quietly speaking German. It was unusual seeing tourists on this beach, let alone European tourists.
About 10 feet past the couple, I spread out our towels, placing Leigh's between me and the overweight German man. Leigh, set her beach bag down and stripped off her shirt. The top of her one-piece bathing suit was everything I could have wanted. The halter top came from behind her neck and stretched down to her waist in the plunging "V" I had noticed when she got out of the car. The black Lycra material was no more than 2 inches wide where it crossed her natural C-cup (closer to D) breasts barely concealing her areolas. Despite revealing the inner and outer sides of her spherical tits, the halter top seemed to keep her breasts in place. With her back to the ocean, Leigh grabbed the ties of her wrap shorts and pulled off the tie-dyed material. The bottom of her suit was as skimpy as the top. The bottom was cut high at the hip revealing the subtle points of her pelvis. The crotch was less than one and a half inches wide and barely covered her labia. Before taking a seat on her towel, Leigh turned around giving me a view of her beautiful behind. The back of her suit consisted of a narrow thong that ended in a "T" at her small waist. Leigh's two well defined ass cheeks were separated and accented by the strip of bathing suit that disappeared into her crack. I took in the beautiful sight and Leigh looked over her shoulder giving me a seductive smile. As Leigh sat on her towel, I reached for her, and she dodged my grasp as she giggled.
"Later Tiger!" she chided.
Leigh reached back and grabbed her bottle of sunscreen. She squirted a liberal amount on her long muscular legs and preceded to rub the lotion into her flawless skin. She continued applying sunscreen to her arms and chest, slowly rubbing the cream into her cleavage and the exposed sides of her boobs. Once she had completed spreading the sunscreen on her front, she tossed the bottle to me and rolled over.
"Do my back." She commanded.
I began at leigh's shoulders and slowly worked my way down her body. I finally reached her ass and began moving over it freely. I dipped my fingers into the crack of Leigh's ass and she audibly gasped as I pressed against her asshole. I dipped deeper between her legs and gently stroked her slit through the Lycra of her swimsuit. I could feel Leigh squirming under my touch, and not wanting to get her too excited yet, I moved onto the back of her legs. Once I reached her toes, I tossed the bottle of sunscreen into Leigh's beach bag and laid back to enjoy the sun. Leigh followed suit and rolled over onto her back.
Leigh's antics had not only captivated me but also drew the attention of the German man who was laying not far away. He was trying to subtly watch Leigh, but the more he tried to hide his actions the more obvious it was that he was staring. I thought if this man wanted a show, I was going to make sure Leigh gave him a show.
I leaned into Leigh and whispered, "Pull your left tit out."
Leigh nodded her head yes, reached up toward her chest but hesitated before uncovering her breast. She seemed unusually reluctant to give into her exhibitionist tendacies.
"Come on babe, it will be so hot to show that fat man how sexy you are." I encouraged. In response she slid her halter to the side and bared her left breast. I could see the German man staring at Leigh and made no attempts to hide his interest in Leigh's display.
"Play with your nipple." I commanded and Leigh began to pinch and pull on her nipple.
Leigh's eyes were hidden behind her sunglasses but I'm sure they were closed as she relished in her self-pleasuring. "Show me your other boob." I ordered and she quickly revealed her right breast. Before I could give her another command she began to play with her right nipple.
The German man was enthralled by Leigh's exhibitionism and rolled on his side so that his companions view was blocked. He then reached down and adjusted his hardening dick.
