There was a light breeze that played with Jane's hair. Ruffling her blonde locks lightly as she walked down to the beach.
Alone and happy to be so. Jane padded on bare feet to the water's edge. Gentle waves rolled up the sand and buried her toes. She wriggled them in the sand as the waters swirled and her feet sank a little.
She smiled to herself and looked up and down the long beach. There wasn't anyone around and she sighed happily.
With a blue sky, a shining sun and presumed privacy. Jane reached behind her back and undid her bikini top. A small shrug later, she was topless and walking through the gentle surf as it rolled up and down the beach. Her hips swayed from side to side as she meandered a little deeper at times and then drifted back to having the waves only cover her toes.
Being topless felt good but she wanted to be naked. Another long look around assured Jane that she remained alone.
The Pandemic of Covid had made these walks safe enough for her to strip naked. She had done so twice before now and not been caught.
Jane giggled softly and felt a naughty thrill as she slipped off her bikini bottoms. Her eyes darted around but she felt reasonably secure.
Holding her top and bottoms in her left hand. Jane continued her sedate walk and revelled in the sensation of fresh air caressing her naked body. The small tuft of pubic hair over her pussy felt electrified as she went into the water. The waves felt so totally different against her cleanly shaved pussy lips too.
For Jane, everything felt more sensitive and fun when naked.
She half swam and half bobbed as she got a bit deeper. Her large breasts felt buoyed by the water and her big puffy nipples reacted to her nudity and the sensations. Pinging erect as she bit her lower lip and thought erotic thoughts.
The need to masturbate forced Jane's return to the shore to wade back to a decent footing. Her eyes kept vigil as she spotted a pile of driftwood and hurried over to it. The pile was sun bleached and dry. Twisted shapes of flotsam that had been blended by a high tide and deposited just for her. Or so it seemed.
A natural shelter had been created and Jane took full advantage. Sitting between two arching logs that held a tangle of other white and smooth branches. She placed her bikini on top of a log and sat on the smooth branches. They kept her buttocks off the sand as she spread her legs and leaned back.
Comfortable and assured that she would not be spotted. Jane began to tease herself. Massaging her tits with one hand while tracing around her mound with the fingers of the other.
She thrilled at the naughtiness of touching her naked body in a place that was normally public. She let her fingers drift over her outer lips and felt a small shivering trill of pleasure. An anticipatory moan whispered from her mouth as her pussy lit up and moistened further. She had begun to get wet as soon as she had started her walk. The knowledge of what she intended had been enough to heighten her arousal.
Now that she was nude and playing with herself. Her pussy was dripping and beginning to open. It was practically begging to be invaded by her fingers.
But Jane did not want to rush. The rareness of finding the beach completely deserted gave her the chance to indulge her desires to the maximum.
She teased and coaxed herself to new hights. Lightly running her fingers along her smooth outer lips until they were glistening wetly. Her nipples were so hard that it was almost painful. They tingled from every caress and she whimpered with need.
Finally, as the wind picked up and the waves became agitated, Jane plunged two fingers inside herself and let out a long low moan. It was an exhalation of breath that exclaimed both her pleasure and relief.
The teasing over with. Jane let herself go. Her thumb rubbed circles over her bean as she used her fingers to fuck herself. Her left hand mauled her tits, pulling on her nipples as her back arched and her eyelids shut.
Jane's body gyrated to the rhythm of her own fucking. Her hips rocking back and forth as she kept her hand clamped to her cunt and worked it faster. She could hear the squelching clearly as she began to gasp and moan with abandonment.
The sound of the birds and the surf receded, she became entranced with her own body.
As her fingers jammed in and out of her lusting pussy. She felt electrified from all the sensations that her body was experiencing. The sand between her toes, the smooth branches that she was wriggling her bum against, the quickening wind over her bare flesh. All of it heightened her pleasure.
The orgasm built. Waves of pleasure and emotion roiled within her. They began to clash together and, like ocean waves, curl over at the peaks so that she was foaming within herself.
