It’s funny how my wife will surprise me with an erotic invitation in the most unexpected places or circumstances.
Paula and I are parent / chaperoning our youngest daughter’s school trip to the Montuak point lighthouse. The day is bright and warm and we are both in good spirits; no small feat considering we are trying to keep track of a dozen 5th grade kids, but they are behaving well.
After touring the lighthouse each of the groups file down along the bluffs as the teacher begins her lesson on erosion. My wife whispers into my ear, “It’s so nice today, I wish I could take off my clothes and sun naked.” Just out of the blue. We haven’t even talked about this.
Now years ago we used to slip away for some outdoor sex every now and then. It was always just a quickey, and always in a secluded location. For the last few years it has gotten less frequent, with the only instance in recent memory a nice tryst while hiking in Connecticut, which I hope to write about eventually. So this latest admission from Paula really got my juices flowing. In my typical obsessive way I pressed her for more info: When? Where? How? Can we go now? I’m like a little kid asking for ice cream when you hear the Good Humor man’s truck. We men are SO predictable I guess. I almost ruined it with my inquisitiveness, but wisely stopped when she was obviously getting annoyed at my questions.
So this revealed interest of Paula’s sat, churning in my mind for over a year. I would occasionally mention it to her, but it never got anywhere. Then one “safe” day I said to her that I knew where there was a nude beach if she wanted to try out her “skinny sunning”. Now a “safe” day is one that nothing can happen on, in other words no proposal can be acted upon. There can be only talk, thus it is safe to talk. Paula asked me a bit about the beach. Then I made it even safer by saying that if we went, we would have to go on a weekday during the school year so that no kids could be spying. This opened the potential up further. It was September, so the kids were back in school. It was still warm. Hmmmmm.
Somehow the whole idea seemed to gel. The following Wednesday it was forecast to be warm. I told Paula I’d call her late morning and would take my swim trunks to work with me. If her day permitted, I’d take leave from work and meet her at the beach. She agreed. I reminded her to make sure everything was “trimmed”, referring to her pussy. She smiled and gave me a playful punch. The plan was on!
Wednesday arrives. Paula had to run her mother around for some errands. I called her cell phone and she had to guard her conversation to avoid disclosing our plans to any prying ears. We’d meet at the beach at 11:30. I changed into my trunks in the bathroom and got into my car.
The whole drive to the beach my mind is racing. I can’t believe she’s going through with it. My cock is at half-mast just thinking about it. One the beach access road I see her driving ahead of me; she didn’t chicken out – yet.
We park. She has a basket with lunch. I didn’t even think about eating. I carry the beach blanket and some towels. She’s wearing shorts and a tank top over her bikini.
The nude part of the beach is about a mile west of the regular beach. She asks if I’m sure I know where I’m going. I assure her, but it’s going to be at least 20 minutes of walking. Late September on a weekday, and the beach is pretty empty. The sun is in and out of the broken clouds, but it’s warm. We are almost there and we can both see a few bodies. All men, not surprising. One couple is set up behind some kind of screen that blocks our view unless we turn around and stare, which is poor etiquette. One man is wading and as we approach he exits the water towards us. We are holding hands and Paula squeezes my hand and averts her eyes.
“That jerk. I knew he was going to do that.” She complains.
“Did you check out his cock?”
“No, don’t be silly.”
