The first morning on the beach, 5:30 in the morning and Jessica was stretching her arms over her head as she looked out over the ocean. She took a deep breath and walked back inside for a cup of coffee. She knew in her mind that going by herself, away from all the crap, was a good idea; but she wanted to be with someone that would hold her, touch her and make her feel safe. She's been alone too long and although there were other relationships, they always never worked out; she wanted to fall in love for the first time in her life, she wanted that feeling so desperately. She wanted to share her love with someone special, someone who won't hurt her.
The warm breeze from the ocean's waters ran through the shear curtains hanging on the windows. As she poured her coffee, the breeze surrounded her body, dressed with just a tee shirt on, the breeze tickled her pussy and her nipples aroused. God it sure would be so wonderful to have someone standing behind her making these things happen to her. Touching her in all the right places, leaning close into her, touching her all over. To feel his fingers roll her nipples or to feel him play so lightly with her pussy...yes that's what she longed for.
She grabbed the morning paper and walked back out on the deck, sat down on the lounge and let the sun warm her body. Although the deck was sand level, she was certain that she won't be seen, there was no one walking the beach this early in the morning, not at this hour, her house was the first on the strip, the next one had to be about 1 mile down the road; so she stripped off her shirt and leaned back, naked to the sun.
She slowly drank her coffee and read the latest news, advice columns and other gossip blurbs about the town she was in. Before she realized it, she drifted back to sleep. While she slept, she briefly dreamt that a man was watching her and admiring her curves. Unconsciously her hand went to her large breast and rested near her nipple. She woke up suddenly, feeling strange and looked around. There in the distance stood a man, wearing a boxer swimsuit and smiling at her. Quickly she sat up and pulled her tee shirt back on and smiled at him. He casually waved and walked on.
Wow she thought, that was really embarrassing, but the sensation of excitement waved through her body. She reached down and touched her pussy to find it wet. He was very good looking she thought as she touched herself. I wondered she thought, what was he thinking?
Hours later Jessica walked into the local town to pick up some groceries for the week that she would be at the beach house. Walking up and down the aisles, picking out junk food, food she won't have usually purchased; but this was her vacation and she didn't care. As she approached the Spirits aisle as the sign so invitingly said, she picked out a couple bottles of her favorite wine and a six pack of beer. She wasn't expecting any company, but she wanted to have something cold in the refrigerator, just in case.
She moved to the checkout line, standing behind other customers. Her blue sun dress was just below her knees; her brown curly hair was pulled up in a ponytail. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that man again, the one on the beach and she quickly looked away. Oh my goodness she thought, I hope he didn't see me, he knows what I look like with nothing on, how embarrassing is this? The line all of a sudden seemed to slow down to a snail's crawl and she wished to god she could melt into the floor when she noticed he was walking her way.
Wow, she thought, what if he says something to me? What will I say back? Okay she thought take a deep breath and just stare straight ahead, maybe he won't notice me at all.
But Jessica was so wrong. The man came closer and smiled at her. God she thought here we go, this is so awkward. She couldn't help but notice his kind eyes and mustache. She thought to herself, I bet that it tickles when he kisses. Then she thought about it more, what it would feel like to kiss him, to let him devour her pussy, tickling her pussy lips. STOP IT, she told herself, your imagination is getting out of control, my god I don't even know his name!
He got on line behind her, he only had a few items and she started to think that maybe she should let him get in front of her, it made her nervous to have him stand behind her breathing down her neck, knowing he knows what's under her dress.
She turned around and smiled and asked him, "Would you like to go before me?" she asked, "I have so much more than you do and it would be quicker for you."
"No, he said in a deep voice, "I'm good, nothing to do today, but be lazy" he smiled down at her.
God, she thought, he just had to smile at me didn't he. Well, as she turned around, maybe he doesn't recognize me with clothes on? Now wasn't that a stupid thought.
He leaned closer to her and whispered, "You are a very beautiful woman, did you know that?" he asked.
She stiffened, but then she thought come on Jessica, when was the last time anyone ever said that to you? Never, actually, never. She twisted around a little and whispered back "Thank you, kind sir."
She was up next, putting her groceries up on the belt, as she bent over she knew her breasts were revealed and she could feel his eyes on her. She actually liked this type of 'innocent' attention and relaxed a bit more as she finished emptying her cart.
She put the grocery bags back into her cart, paid the cashier, and made her way to the exit, walking a little slow to see if he would be behind her again. She stood outside putting her cart up against the building and started to pick up her bags. Man, she thought, I don't know if I can carry all this and walk back; too bad I can't take the cart. As she gathered as much as she could, 'he' walked out of the store with his one bag in hand. He looked her way and walked over to ask "Would you like some help?"
Feeling flustered and dumb at the same time, she smiled at him and asked him "Do you mind helping me?" "I guess I didn't negotiate the amount of food I picked up and then would have to carry back to my beach house."
