Since the first time I went for a ride down the shore, and found myself totally immersed in a fantasy I did not even know I had, I have not been able to get it off my mind.
My every other thought was, "how do I get to do it again, when will I be able to take that ride, alone, and find myself exposing my pussy to the ocean, finger fucking my wet cunt and peeing on the beach?"
It isn't that I do not want to share this fantasy/experience with my husband but, he was raised a Catholic. He went to Catholic school, lived in a Catholic household with all of the morals drummed into his head and was an alter boy when he was little.
Needless to say there is something ingrained in his mind, that we are getting therapy to reduce/remove or if all else fails, lobotomize out!! LOL
Anyway, he is "vanilla" in every respect and his fantasies are less frequent, definitely less freaky, and much less dangerous and "normal." Which is fine, whatever floats his boat and gets me laid!
Don't get me wrong, when he is on his game, that SOB can rock my world and my knees but, admittedly, I am a freak and I always have been and will likely also die a freak! So be it, I actually love that about myself and figure as long as I don't hurt anyone or go down some even darker roads, I will enjoy my freaky deaky self!
I adore my husband completely and while I understand his libido is not like mine and chances are he would not blink an eye if I told him, this particular fantasy will remain mine and mine alone. And that is okay too. I can get freaky and wicked horny and satisfy my "hunger" in a way only self pleasure and imagination and a bit of danger can do.
As luck would have it, my husband got a call and was invited, last minute, to an old friend's 50th birthday surprise party and I suggested he go alone and reminisce about the "old days" in high school and enjoy himself.
He was okay and decided to visit his brother afterwards and in that second, my thoughts started racing, my pussy was throbbing and I could feel that tightness in the pit of my stomach, all the while I could feel my pussy getting wet. I was going down the shore again. I let him know so he wouldn't worry and as soon as the door closed behind him, I started shaking with anticipation.
My thoughts focused on how I felt the last time and how badly I wanted to strip off my pants and shirt and play with my pussy in the cold and show it off to someone who might walk by!!
The thought of getting caught was driving me crazy and I rushed around getting my stuff together. This time I would take a heavy towel, no need for another scratch, I got lucky the last time and it healed just fine. Not taking that chance again and besides, laying naked, spread eagle and playing with my vibrator so anyone could see, hell that was a bonus!!
I didn't want waste time stripping my clothes off when I got there and then putting on things covered with sand like last time, so I stripped down to panties and a bra, boots and heavy socks. I wrapped a beach towel around myself and I put on an ankle length winter coat which was a bit bigger that the one I usually wear and grabbing my battery operated Rabbit, a wash cloth, the essential identification and keys and throwing them into an old rag bag purse, I was ready to go, in more ways than one!!
I got into my car, backed out of my driveway and before I got to the main road my fingers slid into my wet pussy and began rubbing my already swollen clit. It wasn't easy driving for sure but I had no choice. When my pussy says play, I play!
The ride took forever, or so it seemed as I kept thinking about what I wanted to do, worried about how many people would be there and delay my pleasure time and traffic and the drivers drove my nuts. I could feel the seat getting wet beneath my ass and my panties were soaked with my come and I would step on the gas just to get me there quicker.