My wife and I were married over a decade ago on a beautiful summer day in July. We held off our honeymoon until the following winter figuring that we could escape the cold winter with a little jaunt through Florida followed by a boat trip to the Bahamas. The trip down was uneventful, we stopped at most of the typical tourists traps, stayed in hotels, and just generally enjoyed each other. After three days, we finally arrived in Ft. Lauderdale and checked into our hotel room that was located on the beach and gave us beautiful views of the ocean, especially at sunrise.
Most of our free time was spent along the beach soaking up Florida's winter sun, and walking the beaches at night. On the second night, we were walking the beach in the moonlight and encountering very few people. We were curious as to why there was nobody around, but enjoyed the solitude immensely. After walking for about a half an hour, we began to hear loud music and saw bright lights ahead. We slowly made our way to the sound of the music and were greeted by a massive party of several thousand people in the street.
There were several dj's playing and the dancing was getting pretty raunchy. Several couples were grinding on each other in all manners of positions. A few were just bumping front to back with the man behind the woman, a couple of couples had become threesomes. Some were a man between two women; some were a woman sandwiched between two men. We saw overt grabbing of body parts, a few women were reaching around to fondle their partner's dicks, while the men reciprocated by rubbing anywhere they could get their hands. We walked through the crowd for a while, but realized we enjoyed the quiet and solitude more so we returned to the beach.
The constant bumping and grinding and fondling of the dancers we had watched had gotten us both pretty excited and we decided to do something about it. We briefly discussed just dropping down and going at it in the sand, but agreed that sand really is not a lot of fun, especially when it creates a sandpaper effect on our privates. I then noticed a lifeguard's chair that was located near the point where the light form the streets gave way to the darkness of the ocean. It was about eight feet off the ground, and could provide some really interesting angles when used correctly. Dawn climbed up first with me hot on her ass (literally!).