"Holy shit! Look at that."
He stood there, eyes wide as his wife came up beside him. Their heads turned as they took in the view before them. The ocean on the left extended out to the horizon, a beautiful blue expanse ending in gentle waves breaking on the pristine white sand.
They stood on a low dune with a trail leading down. Behind them, the old bus that had taken them here from the resort pulled away after disgorging its passengers.
In front of them was a curved beach with a swath of smooth sand going up from the low waves up to an area of rolling dunes. Behind there was a forest of tropical trees and flowering plants. A few small buildings on the edge of the trees looked like bathrooms with a few outdoor showers.
"It's beautiful," Andrea said, standing next to her husband as they smelled the warm breeze filling their nostrils with salty air.
"Excuse me," a voice from behind them said, and Dan stepped to the side of the sandy trail. A couple they'd seen on the bus earlier walked by, nodding.
The woman, a blonde with shoulder length hair, paused a few feet down the hill and put down the small cooler she'd been carrying. With a smooth pull, she whisked her thin shirt over her head and grinned at the handsome man next to her.
Both Dan and Andreas' eyes widened as they saw the blonde's tits bounce. They were modest, but that she stood only a few feet in front of them, now clad only in a small bikini bottom, was a shock. The woman bent and picked up the cooler, then followed the man down the trail.
"What kind of place is this?" Andrea asked as they proceeded down towards the beach.
"I don't know, but I'm starting to understand why the concierge chuckled when I asked what the most fun beach was," Dan said, grinning at his wife. Her eyes darted back and forth as they walked, and he noticed her head swiveling as they approached the beach.
Dan led Andrea across the sand, and they noticed several other couples who had ridden the bus with them spreading out on various spots on the beach, adding to the scattering of couples already there. Some moved closer to the water where the sand was flat and white, and others moved closer to the trees where the sand lay in low, rolling dunes a few feet high.
"Here," he said, pointing with his free hand. He carried a blanket and some towels from their condo rolled up under his arm, a bag of food and some drinks hanging from his other hand.
He led her to an area at the mouth of two low dunes, both about three feet high, and put his things down. He opened the blanket and shook it, then laid it down. From their vantage point, they could see most of the flat part of the beach nearer the water, with the ends of the dunes providing them a little privacy.
Andrea stood, her shirt tied under her bikini top, two buttons holding it together between her breasts. She turned and Dan looked at his wife as she put the edge of her hand against her forehead, shielding her eyes from the bright tropical sun.
Dan loved how firm and youthful she was. In her late twenties, her ass was as exquisite as the day he'd met her at her twenty-second birthday party. Her regimen of daily runs toned her butt and legs to perfection.
Rotating her torso made her ass flex and Dan smiled as she took in the view of the tropical paradise surrounding them.
"Oh, Dan! It's gorgeous here. That water looks amazing." She turned and looked up at the sloping beach. "I love these dunes, and look at all the flowers in the bushes over there. Can you hear all the birds?"
He smoothed the blanket and sat, then looked up at her. "Yeah, the view from here is gorgeous." She turned and looked at him, seeing his eyes moving up and down her backside.
"Silly!" Grinning, she swatted him on the head.
He laughed and stood, wrapping his arms around her waist as he stood behind her, looking around. "This is just what I was hoping for." He turned her minutely. "Look over there." He moved his chin off to the side.
"Oh, my god," Andrea said as she craned her head to see a couple about twenty feet away. "She's topless, too."
"And over there."
Andrea looked up at her husband, then followed his gaze to another area of the beach.
"Are they naked?"
Andrea put her hand to her forehead again. Nearer to the water, a couple were lying on a blanket. Either his suit was the same dark color as his bronzed skin, or he was lying on his stomach, naked. The woman on her back next to him was obviously nude. Her large boobs parted on her chest, and the patch of darker pubic hair was a dead giveaway.
"I think so. I'm starting to like this place," he said with a chuckle.
"You would." She shook her head, but continued to look around.
"Come on and sit. I'll get some sunblock on you."
As she twisted to look up the beach, her shirt pulled close to her body and Dan saw his wife's nipples were hard, the bumps prominent through both her bikini top and shirt. After a moment and another look around, she sat, her back to him with her legs out in front of her.
"Take that off," he said, tugging at the floral shirt. She untied it under her breasts, opened the buttons, then pulled it off and put it in the bag they'd brought.
He had the bottle in hand as he kneeled behind her. As he rubbed in the lotion over her warm flesh, massaging as much as spreading the protective cream over her, his hands moved across her shoulders. He unhooked the bikini strap between her shoulders, then pulled the straps down to rest on her elbows.
"Hey!" She turned and smiled at him.
"What? Do you want this all over your suit?" He held up the bottle, showing it to her.
"Just be careful, this thing is tiny. I don't want to have a wardrobe malfunction."
He shrugged and continued to rub the sunblock on her body. "Why not? I mean, look around. Only a few of the women here have a top on, and several of them don't have anything on at all."
"You want all these people to see my boobies?" She giggled, and he saw her head continually moving, watching other people as they lay out under the warm sun, or walk in and out of the water. There was an amazing array of mostly bare flesh all around them.
"My love, you have delectable boobies," he said, chuckling, as his fingers moved along her sides. He slid a slippery finger along the edge of her bikini cup, getting it under and feeling her side boob move. She shivered as his hands moved over her skin.
"You're standing out more with your top on than if you had it off." He reached in front of her, his hand waving around them. "Just look around."
She giggled as his fingers again found their way under her top, this time brushing against her stiff nipples.
"I dunno," she said, shaking her head.
"Why don't you lie down so I can get your legs."
She swung around and laid down, face first, towards the water and the mostly nude people arrayed before them.
He knelt next to her and poured more sunblock along the back of her legs, then moved his hands over her skin. He took his time, making love to his wife's smooth, warm skin with his fingers as she sighed. Memories of all the times he'd held her, touched her, made love to her, filled his mind.
Dan loved her more than any other woman he'd ever known.
"Dan!" Her startled voice pulled him from his reverie.
"What?"
"Look over there." He followed her gaze to the ocean, about fifty feet away, across the sand.
"Wow," he said. Two people had just emerged from the water, still knee deep, and both naked. They both watched the young couple as they walked onto the sand. Her boobs swayed, larger than most women's.
But Dan knew it was the cock that bobbed along in front of the fit man that drew his wife's eyes. He was long and very erect.
"What do you think they were doing in the water?" he asked in a soft voice, his hands sliding over his wife's back, then running along her sides.
"Hmm, I don't know." She wriggled under his hands as they drew down her sides and over her ass. His fingers pressed into her flesh, his thumbs sliding between her thighs.
"I can guess." Chuckling, he moved his hands back up along her body, making her shiver.
"You're nasty."
"I wasn't the one fucking in the ocean."
She turned and looked up at him, her eyes sparkling in the sun. "You think?"
He nodded and grinned, his hands under her small suit, on her ass, pushing deep into her soft cheeks.
"Yup. She didn't finish him off. See?" They walked up to a blanket not too far away and bent over, taking towels and drying off.
"He's big," she said, her voice almost a whisper.
His hands wandered her warm body. "And he's really hard. Just think, that dick was inside her only a few moments ago."
Andrea's head moved, giving her a better view. Just then the woman bent, wiping sand off her lower legs, her pussy clearly visible.
Dan's hand slid off her ass and pressed between her thighs. Her legs parted minutely, and his fingers ran along the fabric between her legs, finding her hot, damp spot.
"Look at that," he said into her ear, his fingers sliding over his wife's more intimate parts. "She's red and puffy."
Andrea groaned, her hips gyrating against his hand held between her thighs.
"Look at that dick." She saw him standing there, pulling the towel with both hands across his back. He stood looking away, partially turned and giving her a spectacular view of the length of his cock as it swung with each movement of the towel.
"That hard, hot dick was just inside her pussy, fucking her." Dan's fingers had slipped under the elastic of her bikini and were sliding over his wife's now soaked hole.
"I wonder how they know each other," Dan said, one finger diddling her opening, then sliding up and circling her clit.
"They're coworkers," Andrea said and sighed.
"Yeah, that's it. But they're both married." His finger entered her as he said, "But to other people." His finger slid in to the second knuckle when he said, "And they fuck every chance they can. I bet it's their lunch time and they come here every week."
"Her husband can't make her cum," Andrea said in a dreamy voice. "She's frustrated and gets off on his long, hard cock whenever she can."
They watched as the couple laid down, effectively going out of view with only the tops of their heads visible. Dan pulled his finger out of his wife, still moving around her hole and flicking her clit.
