After slogging our way through a snow-filled winter and an unusually rainy spring, my wife Robin and I had endured our fill and more of bad weather. By June we decided we were overdue for a vacation. We were looking for some sunny beach time, with pretty scenery, not too crowded and preferably without spending a fortune. Thinking back to a trip I had taken to the Oregon Coast before we were married, I proposed a two week trip there, mostly staying at B&B's along the coast with some nights at State parks right on the beach.
Robin was dubious about staying at the parks, telling me: "Joe, you know I'm not into camping. If I'm on vacation I at least want a floor, mattress, and ceiling."
When I went online and showed her the yurts available at many parks, she agreed to try them; the cost was reasonable and being able to walk straight from our spot in the park a few hundred feet to the beach was very appealing. While not luxurious, the yurts were clean, dry, furnished with beds, a table, and chairs. They also had electricity, so we wouldn't exactly be roughing it.
Once we settled on our schedule I reserved our flights and a hotel room near the airport in Portland for our first night, while Robin took care of our accommodations between the start and end of the trip and our rental car. Dividing the planning let us have everything arranged less than 24 hours from the time we made the decision about where and when to go. We were all set to fly out on June 23rd and return on July 6th. Robin had arranged 1 night stays at several beach town B&B's with a 4 night stay at Beachside state park in the middle of our stay.
Before telling you all about the highlights of our trip, let me tell you a little about us. Robin and I are both 27 years old, married 3 years, no kids yet. We're both pretty fit, going to the gym in bad weather and riding our bikes fairly long distances whenever the weather is halfway decent; I'm not bad looking, but anyone seeing us together would say I married up as far as looks are concerned. My wife is drop-dead gorgeous; 5'-9" with natural strawberry blonde hair, slim but with a classic hourglass figure. She never dresses too provocatively, but still gets admiring looks wherever we go.
Our travel west went without a hitch and we spent our first night relaxing in Portland, getting over jet lag and checking the local papers for anything interesting we might want to do during our trip. The next morning we made our way to a bike shop Robin had found during her research which rented folding bikes, perfect for doing some light sightseeing by bike along the coast. She'd rented a large SUV to be sure we could fit the bikes along with the rest of our luggage, so everything fit in nicely.
The first three days and nights were a leisurely cruise to and down the coast, stopping frequently to have a relaxed meal or just enjoy the spectacular scenery. Everything about the trip was great, with one glaring exception. The B&B's we stayed in provided very little privacy; the sound of other guests talking or just moving around in their rooms was enough to kill any chance that we'd be doing anything remotely sexual. I hoped the stay in the yurt might prove to be more favorable in that regard.
Another bit more background information about Robin and I. We have a pretty active sex life most of the time. Nothing too exotic, but we've had some adventurous moments and locations; on the roof of my office building, in a Wal Mart parking lot, in our next door neighbor's back yard to name a few. We're both a bit more willing to get naked than the average person for things like skinny dipping or hanging out in a hot tub; Robin is less bold than I am this way, but this makes me appreciate the occasions when she does let down her guard all the more.
On June 27th we worked our way sightseeing down the coast to Beachside state park and our yurt reservation. We had dawdled over dinner and didn't arrive until after 8 PM. By the time we found our yurt and unpacked the SUV, it was getting close to sunset, so we grabbed beach towels and a couple beers from our cooler and headed for the beach. Robin was thrilled that the route was so short; no more than two minute's walk and we were enjoying the sight of the sun setting into the sea. We set our towels down and watched as the sky turned several different colors before finally going dark.
Once the sky was black, Robin surprised me, asking: "Would you like to have a quick swim?"
No way was I about to turn down any activity which involved my wife getting her clothes off; I quickly answered, "Yes!"
I could barely see her but from the sounds I was hearing I could tell she was wasting no time getting undressed so I did likewise and we jogged down to the waterline hand in hand. The water could have been warmer, but it felt good to splash around and bob up and down with the waves. We split apart for a few minutes, each only knowing where the other was by the sounds of our voices. I lost track of Robin's location when she went silent for a minute, then was startled as she jumped on my back. Once she slid off me I gave her a playful slap on her butt, which she answered by putting both her hands on my ass and pulling me towards her. We carefully worked out where each others mouth was and joined in a long slow kiss. My hands found her breasts while one of hers surrounded my dick.
"Back to the towels?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah!" she answered.
We found our way back to our towels and she told me to lie down. Knowing what she had in mind I wasn't about to argue; as I expected she had my dick in her mouth in no time, expertly licking, stroking and sucking. Between the pent up desire, the unique setting and the almost complete lack of visibility adding a slightly kinky feel, I felt myself getting close to coming much sooner than usual.
"Gonna come soon!" I managed to warn Robin, thinking she would back off or maybe mount me for as long as I lasted. She fooled me by taking me even deeper into her mouth, clearly not objecting to me blowing my load in her mouth. Once I realized what her intention was it was only another minute or two before I came. She surprised me again by swallowing it all and giving my flagging erection a thorough cleaning with her tongue! Apparently the setting was having an effect on her too.
We lay together a long while, eventually able to see each other fully lit by the rising moon. She explained: "I only passed up the option of fucking because I'm pretty tired, but I'm glad I was able to show you a good time!"
We actually fell asleep for a little while, still naked, before a noise some distance down the beach jolted us awake. She gave me yet another fun surprise by not bothering to get dressed, just gathering her clothes and our beer bottles up with her towel and setting off in the nude back up the path to our yurt. This wasn't too outrageous along the dark path, but the yurt had a motion sensor light above the door! She looked incredible standing at the door; I have to admit to taking my own sweet time getting to the door and unlocking it for her. Fortunately for us, our neighbors in the other three yurts in this little cul de sac seemed to all be down for the night.
I always sleep like a rock if I can hear the sound of waves breaking, and the first night in our yurt was no exception. I finally woke from a good night's sleep around 10 AM to see Robin already dressed and reading a Portland newspaper we'd picked up the day before.
"Time for breakfast, sleepyhead." she said.
"Good idea," I replied, "how about trying that diner we passed a few miles back on our way here last night?"
"Ready when you are."
Minutes later we were settled into a booth and had ordered breakfast.
"Last night was fun." I said.
"You think any time I get naked is fun." she replied, smiling: "You're fairly predictable that way."
"Guilty as charged." I said, "Someday we've got to try the National Nude Day thing."
"You mean that challenge to be nude for a whole day? Doesn't sound too hard if it's not a work day."
"Yeah, but people apparently try to increase the degree of difficulty by not just staying home with the curtains drawn."
Our food arrived and we began to eat our eggs and French toast.
After a few minutes, Robin asked, "When is it?"
"When is what?" I asked.
"National Nude Day."
