Seventy-eight degrees, brilliant sun, and a lone cloud made the day as perfect as it could be. It’s why I love this job. I’ve been with the park service for 3 years; it is my second job after college. I started out in an office as an executive assistant, and quickly tired of the routine and my boss’s bad breath and stupid jokes. After my 26th birthday, I filed with the national park service to be a ranger at the national beach on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, six months later I had the interview, landed the job and have been loving it ever since.
Today I had the park service ATV and was dispatched to check on a beached animal reported by two surf fishermen a mile and a half north of the surfing beach in Rodanthe. Riding the ATV was blast, it was early fall, tourist season over, but the sun was still strong enough to burn my legs and arms. I stopped the ATV to get the sunscreen and be true to Gary, my brother the doctor, and his guidance “SPF 30, not a digit less – all over – all the time”. “Sure bro” I thought as I unzipped my pack and removed the gel.
Being alone on the beach was the best feeling in the world, soothing surf sounds and smells, sand under foot. No matter the time of year, I loved it here.
It was almost noon, and I was sweating from the ride and a walk to the top of the dune to search for the animal. Nothing in sight, no animal or people, only gulls. As I grabbed the lotion, I pictured myself in the water catching a quick swim, feeling the cool water washing away the heat and sweat.
My ranger uniform was a bush shirt with pockets for badges and citation pads, short pants, hiking boots and ankle socks. When we rode dune vehicles we had to wear a helmet, when I took it off, my hair was always plastered to my head with moisture. A quick swim would feel great. Of course the only way I was going in was in my undies or in my birthday suit, the uniform needed to stay dry so my little ‘break’ would remain a secret. The more I thought of removing my clothes, the more excited I became. Here I am, working, on a beautiful beach, no one around, no one to see, very arousing, I could feel my cheeks flush, and I knew I was committed to the swim.
I ran to the top of the dune, to have one more look around for security sake, not a soul in sight. I ran back to the ATV, my heart racing with adrenaline and expectation. I could feel myself getting warmer at the top of my legs. The thrill of my decision carrying me off to a sensual place that made me light headed with lust.
I unbuttoned my shirt as fast as I could; coolness of the sea breeze hit my chest and turned my nipples to points. I wanted to get undressed so bad, I forgot to take off my boots and got my shorts stuck on the sole. Slow down I thought, my heart was pounding as I sat on the ATV in my panties and bra and tried to untangle my shorts. Boots and shorts off, I stood up and felt the ocean breeze on my legs blow through my panties and touch my love spot, it gave me goose bumps and my stomach jumped with excitement.
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Half way through the 60-mile ride, I couldn’t believe the heat. Three half liters of Gatorade and I still felt dry as dirt. Mile marker 27 was the target for my rest stop and the post was becoming visible. The challenge of competition made the triathlon worthwhile, beating a field of 200 other guys was a dream that had eluded me, but not this time I committed. The white wood post with a black ‘27’ was a welcome friend, waiting with refreshment and a break for tired legs.
I pulled off my clip-on shoes, removed my socks and hoisted my cannondale over my shoulder and headed across the dune. Sweat poured from every inch of my body, the small breeze, a welcome greeting as I crested the dune. Halfway down were four scrub trees that would serve well as a bike stand, and I made my way. It was good to be off the seat and heading for a cool swim.
As soon as my bike was propped, I stripped nude and rang the water from my clothes. After hanging them in the tree I turned to walk toward my saltwater bath. My tool swung with each step obviously glad to be out of bike shorts, it pumped slightly from the freedom.
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You have two choices I told myself, swim in your panties and bra or nothing at all. My head said leave them on, but my racing heart wanted total freedom. Closing my eyes I unsnapped the plastic clasp in the front and my white lace bra separated and freed my frozen points and round breasts. The air made they stand even stiffer. No more debating, I hooked my thumbs under the waistband and pushed my pink panties to my ankles. The breeze made my almost clean-shaven love triangle twitch. As I turned to the beach, I could feel the wetness between my legs building from the thrill of being totally naked outside.
Slowly I walked toward the water, conscious of every motion and noise. My cheeks were flushed. My heart raced from the daring and fear of potential discovery. Slowly my sex began to rule me directing me to touch and pull and rub. No, I commanded my fingers.
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With my bike behind me, cool water was my target. Skinny-dipping was always rewarding even if its only purpose was refreshment. I spun on my heal and headed to the breaking surf. Ouch!! Son-of-bitch, a god-dammed spur right in the middle of my left foot. Hoping on one foot I examined the other. Blood slowly oozed from the punctures, some which still held small wooded spikes. Sweat dripped in my eyes as I hobbled to my bike kit for a bandage.
