Hello again my friends, it's Ashli. I can't thank you enough for all of your sweet and considerate comments and I'm enjoying chatting with many of you. If this is your first experience reading one of my stories, might I suggest you read one of my earlier stories and read a little more about me. I'm unlike other writers that I'm trying to share real, but perhaps less explicit, moments in the life of a married woman. By sharing these moments with you, I hope I can continue to explore my sexual side in real life.
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Rummaging through the drawers that morning finding some clothes for the day, I knew that July 4th was going to be my personal independence day. My husband Rob was dropping off our 3-month old daughter at his parents for the next two days and we were going to get two glorious days together. Before this, we would have an occasional overnight babysitter and have some nights to ourselves, but now I can forget about the bottles and diapers for a few days and be myself. Who knew that I would later become the center of attention and the object of desire for more than just my one love.
For the next two days, I was going to be Ashli.... cute blonde, not Ashli, Crystal's mommy. And I was looking forward to it. For the Fourth, we would spend a few hours at the beach, something that's hard to do with a newborn, and then go over to one of our friend's homes for a large BBQ and party. And today was really going to be a scorcher...reaching 100 degrees in our area. It was before 9am and it was already in the 80s.
I had been accustomed to quickly putting the baby's diaper bag together, so it was rather easy for me to put a change of clothes for both of us, towel and some drinks in a bag for the beach. I planned on getting changed in the bathhouse at the beach before heading over to the party. I had a tank top and denim mini skirt to wear later on, along with a pair of heeled sandals. The skirt was nice and short...Gap makes a nice 15" skirt that I bleached last summer.
With the bag packed, I went over to the dresser to find a swimsuit to wear. It had been a year since I stepped foot into a 2-piece suit, and having worked to lose all of the baby fat from the pregnancy, I tried a few on to see which one looked best. I picked a floral print two-piece with an under wire halter top - having been breastfeeding the past few months, my chest has been larger than usual. Although I've been phasing it out, they're still making hard to fit into much of my clothes. Slipping into the outfit, I did the usual check in the mirror to make sure everything looked OK. Feeling comfortable with the suit, I took out a sarong and wrapped it around my waist and a pair of flip-flops for the drive to the beach.
When Rob returned from his folks, he stopped to stare at me in my outfit. Wrapping both arms around my waist as he kissed my neck, he made a suggestion that we stay in for the day. But wanting to get out and be among people our own age and socialize had been on my mind all week, so I suggested we make our way to the beach before it got too crowded.
We had a quiet drive to the beach in his Jeep. Rob, in his sleeveless shirt and long bathing trunks, was behind the wheel as I stretched out next to him. We were trying to speak about anything except the baby, which was rather hard for us at first. Rather than struggle for conversation, I rested for the drive but kept one arm around him, massaging his neck.
With the weather reports touting the hot temperatures coming, I guess we weren't the only ones to have the idea of a nice beach visit. After spending 15 minutes trying to find a parking spot, it seemed nearly impossible to find an open spot on the beach to stretch out our towel and chairs. Just when all else seemed hopeless, a little devilish streak came through me. I told Rob to wait back by the bathhouse while I got us a space to stretch out our stuff. I took the two chairs and the towel and left the rest of the stuff with him.
It was to be one of those moments where a woman can determine if she still has it or not. I spotted a group of younger guys, most in their early 20s, taking up a prime spot near the water. There were about 7 or 8 of them, but no gals there with them...but I could see them checking out other women around the water. I took on my "helpless damsel" look as I walked near them looking for a spot to place my chairs. Removing my sunglasses to look them eye to eye, I asked one of them, he appeared to be a little younger than the others, if he'd mind if a friend and I could place our chairs in their area. He was rather shy, but his friend got up from the towel and graciously took my chairs and helped place them down in the sand. He moved some of their items to make a nice area for us in prime territory. Thanking them, I unwrapped my sarong from my waist and draped it across my chair, motioning to Rob that he should come down with the other bags.
It was a nice ego booster...the guys were disappointed to see my husband was the other person, but I kept noticing how they were checking me out - something a married woman and mother of a newborn can only appreciate. We started chatting with the guys for a while, most of whom were friends from a local college. Rob went down to the water to cool off, while I stretched out on the towel face down to try and get some sun.
Having checked with Rob before he went down to make a fool of himself in the water, I asked if one of the guys could help put some lotion on my shoulders and back. Dave, the one I had been talking to the most - who seemed like a real sweet guy - offered to help and we kept chatting as he started to rub in the lotion on my back. He said he couldn't believe that I had recently given birth, and that I had the body that a college girl would envy - just the sort of thing a lady at age 28 wants to hear. I innocently asked him to unhook the back strap on the top of my suit, so I can lay there and get a tan without the dreaded lines. Making sure I was completely covered underneath, he cautiously undid the clasp, which seemed to draw the attention of his friends as well as a few others. From the secrecy of under my sunglasses, I noticed how that simple gesture seemed to attract many eyes towards my body. Dave was a perfect gentleman, although my own mind kept fantasizing about where this could take us. But alas, this is real life and not one of those ridiculous stories you may find elsewhere.
After about a half-hour of chatting, I asked Dave to help me re-attach my clasp so I could turn over. Rolling over, I lifted the halter strap over my head and laid it across my chest. I put the lotion on again by myself, although I seemed to draw a few eyes as I started to rub the lotion onto the exposed portions of my breasts. With my glasses still on, I shut my eyes for a while to get some rest. Rob returned a few minutes later, dripping water onto my face as he stood above me. Lifting my glasses, I responded with the usual "Hi Honey."
"Come join me in the water Ashli...," he requested.
With the temperature rising, I quickly agreed once he said how good the cool water felt on his body. Lifting the halter strap back around my neck, I slowly got up, leaving my glasses on the chair. Grabbing a hair band from my bag, I put my hair up so as not to get it too soaked in the salt water.
The water was gooooood. I mean real good. It was like a liquid cool penetrating every inch of my body. Trying to remain rather dry, I only went in up to my waist. But Rob came splashing in the water towards me. I splashed back at him as he came closer to give me a kiss. Now holding me from behind, I could feel his manhood hardening as it rubbed against my backside. Not that we could do anything - there were way too many people and kids around - but again the thoughts of making love in the water were exciting me.
After about 15 minutes in the water, I decided to return to the towel to stretch out some more while Rob chose to remain in the water and swim for a while. Many of the guys by us were also in the water, or elsewhere, so I quietly laid down, slipped on my glasses and enjoyed the warm rays of sun drying off the lower part of my body. I pulled out a bottle of ice water from my bag and had a drink - frigid drops of water dripping down my face and sliding down my chest. It was turning into a great day.
Rob came back after a while and also stretched out next to me. We laid there in silence for about another half hour. Around 12:30, it was time for us to start heading back for the party at our friends Don and Heather's.
Bidding farewell to our new young friends, we collected our stuff and made the walk back towards the bathhouse. Taking in our bag, I went in to change in the ladies room. The bottoms of my suit were filled with sand, which is very uncomfortable as the suit dries. Reaching into my bag of clothes...
"Oh shit! No, I didn't" I kept repeating. "How could I be so stupid?"
Looking through the bag, I found most of my clothes. But I didn't pack a bra or panties. Oh this was going to make things fun.
I stepped into the stall showers there, just trying to remove some of the sand along my legs and waist. Checking out my bikini, there wasn't much sand in the top, but the bottoms were filled with sand, no matter how many times I rinsed them. And being a woman who keeps herself trimmed below the waist, I knew just how uncomfortable I'd be trying to wear those bottoms all day with the sand inside them.
Knowing that Heather's place was in the opposite direction of our house, we wouldn't be able to stop off. Nor would I want to admit to doing something so foolish. So I decided to make due with what I had. My bikini top was dry and I put it back on under the tank top - a natural look on a hot day like today. Wrapping up the bikini bottom in a zip lock bag, I decided to put on the denim mini skirt on its own. Sliding into the pair of heeled sandals, I fixed my hair before meeting Rob outside.
I had never gone "commando" before, like they used to joke about on "Friends". And I was rather self-conscious at first, climbing into the jeep. By the time we got to the party, I kept reminding myself to be careful...but I decided not to try and borrow a pair of panties from Heather - hey, maybe Rob might get a kick out of it later on.
It was a hot afternoon. Most of the guys stayed indoors in the nice air conditioning. Many of the ladies sat outside on their deck, enjoying the warm air and cold drinks. Don and Heather had a fabulous backyard for entertaining. Their deck was very large, but had deck chairs and couches rather than the typical tables and chairs. We sat around gabbing and having a good time...laughter that attracted more people as the party came on.
I was sitting in one of the lower reclining chairs, a margarita in one hand as one of the guys came out with a little of the good stuff to pass around. Being more careful not to expose myself, I was sure to cross my legs when the guys were on the deck. Don was across from me, sitting on one of the couches, when he gestured to pass me the bowl. Uncrossing my legs so to lean forward, I noticed his eyes drop and quickly focused...at that moment, I knew what he must have seen.
I took the bowl in hand, and sat back again, crossing my legs, and had a nice long hit. Don went back inside after about 10 minutes, and about a half hour later, one of my girlfriends came over to me to share the news.