Chapter 3 – Black's Beach Revisited
I had set out to get my shy wife Chris to be more adventuresome. Not every attempt was successful, and I will not bore you with my failures. But I am still working on Chris, without pushing her too far. She had gotten naked on the Black's Beach before and had her picture snapped with a tourist (Shy Wife #1), she posed for a nude portrait and modeled for my art class (Shy Wife #2). Here is my latest success.
I don't even remember what the bet was, but I was confident enough to wager a day at the spa.
"Yea, and what do you want from me?" Chris said, skeptically.
"Oh, just a return visit to Black's Beach – on my terms."
Chris was so confident that she was right that she did not even to ask what those terms were, other than her getting naked for some sun on the sand. In the end, I won the bet. Chris offered an expiation regarding how her answer really should have been right and rolled her eyes, claiming I had won on a technicality.
Technicality or not, I won, and we set off for the Black's Beach the next weekend. As we were parking, I filled Chris in on what I wanted – "Ok, so here are the terms." She raised her eyebrows and gave me a skeptical look. "I'll take my chair and pack, I'll walk down the trail alone and find a spot on the beach. You follow in five minutes. When you see me on the beach, set up near me, but not too close. You don't know me. Just put down your stuff and get naked. No hiding, take off your clothes and let whoever is there enjoy the view."
Chris sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Wait," I said handing her the sun screen. "You have to talk with whoever is near-by and," I paused "you have to get a stranger on the beach to rub some of this sun screen on your back. A guy that is, no chicks" I smiled.
Chris just opened her mouth and let out a breath.
"Hey, you lost and you agreed to my conditions," I said. "Get him to rub the sun screen on your ass too and I will buy you that day at the spa anyway" I smiled. Chris couldn't even respond except to shake her head. "See you down there," I called as I started down the path to the beach, smiling to myself, leaving my still speechless wife standing at the car.
The weather was perfect for a day on the beach. High 70s with a light breeze. I worked my way down the trail to the beach thinking about my plan. As I started walking south along the shore, the usual crowd of wieners glanced up as I passed. An older couple was pulling off their clothes and staking out a spot away from the water and the watchers. A couple of topless coeds sat in chairs. I wanted a closer look but didn't have the time, I walked further down the beach. I had to find the perfect spot, and I did.
Fifty yards down the beach I spotted them, three college guys spread out on their towels not far from the water, in perfect position to observe anything of interest that walked down the beach. They wore sunglasses and smirks. Two of them lay on their stomachs, propped up on their elbows so they could glance around if something merited their attention. A well built kid with curly black hair was sat facing the water taking in the whole view.
I set down my chair about 20 feet up the beach and a little behind them, just far enough away not to invade their space but close enough to hear what was going on. They glanced my way, but clearly I was not worthy of further thought. I pulled off my shorts, took out my book, sat down and waited.
The older couple who had been setting up further down the beach took a stroll past us. I saw one of the college guys, a skinny kid with brown hair give a subtle gag sign to his friends as the couple passed. I glanced at the walking couple. True, there was not much on the woman what had not headed south, but at least she was out here. You've got to give her credit.
The usual crowd passed by, a couple runners, a tourist in Bermuda shorts, I guy in a Speedo with a thin woman who was topless. She was good enough to merit a raised eyebrow from one of my college friends – a freckled kid with tousled blond hair.
After a couple of minutes, I glanced up the beach to see Chris a couple hundred yards away, walking along with her feet in the surf, her daypack on her back and a grass beach mat rolled under one arm. Her blond hair was pulled back and her long T-shirt covered her to the top of her thigh.
As she got closer, my college friends glanced down the beach too, but there was nothing to see. One leaned over to the other while looking down her way, presumably to suggest what she might look like without the shirt.
As Chris got closer, I could tell she had spotted me. She stopped in the surf not to far away and then turned, looking up and down the beach, like she was looking for a place to sit. She paused and looked at the surf again and then turned and started waking up the beach toward me and the college boys. They looked away as she did this, but were clearly wondering why she was coming their way.
"Excuse me" she said smiling down at their naked bodies. "Do you mind if I put my stuff down over her" pointing to a space about five feet to the side and slightly in front of them. "I don't want to be bugged, and I thought if I sat near you it might keep the creeps away."
"Sure," the curly headed kid said as his friends nodded and shrugged, possibly a little uncomfortable at being asked this by I fully clothed "older" woman as she stood over them.
"Thanks" Chris said, dropping her backpack on the sand. "I appreciate it."
Not as much as they will, I thought.
Chris unrolled her beach mat as my friends went back to their conversation and pretended not to notice her. The two on the far side did their best to watch Chris out of the corner of their eyes as they talked to their friend.
Chris took a minute arranging her mat, perhaps trying to work up her courage. She took out her sunscreen, her iPod, her book, her towel, her water. There was nothing more to unpack, so she stood up and turned toward the water, looking out at the waves. She paused, then she reached up under her t-shirt and slid off her shorts, giving us all a quick shot of her ass. Chris Dropped her shorts beside her then reached down and pulled her T-shirt off over her head, revealing that she had nothing underneath. The air involuntarily left the conversation beside me. The guys lay on their stomach were glancing over their shoulders toward their buddy, but it did not take a genus to notice where their eyes were focused – her beautiful ass, naked back and a glimpse of her breast just visible from where they were laying.
Nice, I thought, but I had hoped she would face them for the show, that was what I said, "no hiding." As if she had read my mind, Chris took a noticeable breath, turned toward the college boys displaying her lightly tanned body and creamy tits. Her newly trimmed bush, formed a neat triangle above the lips of her pussy, just visible beneath. I had to concentrate hard to keep from getting hard. As Chris leaned down to arrange her towel on the mat, a look from her out of the corner of her eye said, "there -- you happy now?"
The quite conversation between my college friends self consciously resumed as Chris sat down facing the water and picked up her sun screen. She squirted some onto her hand and rubbed it into her feet and legs. As she reached her thighs and the area just above her neat bush, I could feel the conversation trail again. When she squeezed more cream out and rubbed it with both hands over her soft breasts and full nipples, the conversation fell silent.
When Chris' neck and face was coated, she paused. Time for the other side, I thought, but after staring out at the waves a bit, she rolled up her shirt as a pillow, popped in the ear buds of her iPod and lay down closing her eyes. Her breasts with their new coat of sunscreen shined in the sun, slightly whiter than the rest of her tanned body. I had to work to contain my enthusiasm. I could see my college friends felt the same way. The curly headed guy turned to his friends and silently bit down on his fingers, raising his eyebrows, one friend gave a thumbs up and the other mouthed Owwwwww!
As Chris lay naked in the sun, they continued to study her through their sun glasses, occasionally leaning over to each other, whispering comment and smiling. The men strolling down the beach did not seem to mind either, though most were discrete since it did look like she might be will the three guys sitting nearby.
After almost a half hour, Chris' body started to glisten with a light coat of sweat. She picked up a towel and wiped her brow. Then she sat up, looking down at the water, her breasts hanging like ripe peaches. Time to turn over? I could tell she was trying to figure out what to do about the second part of her task. She glanced over her shoulder and looked at the guys as they looked down. She stood up with the sun screen in her hand and looked around again, but then she dropped the tube of sun screen and walked down toward the water.
The eyes of my college friends followed her, as did the several guys sitting a bit further away.
"Oh shit," one said as she walked out of hearing.
"Fuck!"
"Yea, I could do that all day."
"Bit old for you don't you think," said the blond. "I think Pete has a bit of a Mrs. Robinson thing going on."
"What? She can't be much more than 30, and did you see those tits! She could ride me all day long!"
"You wish." You see her ring?
"Yea. So, what's she doing here alone?"
"Husband is probably some rich old fart."
"Nice ass," the blond commented as Chris waded into the waves.
"I never got past her tits" said the skinny kid.
The conversation died out as they watched Chris dive into the waves. Down the beach, an older guy had walked to the edge of the waves where Chris was and started to wade in too. It looked like my college friends were not the only ones who thought she was hot.
The curly headed kid, who I now knew was Pete, followed the action with his eyes as the stranger waded out toward Chris. A couple minutes passed we all looked out at the water and watched Chris from the beach.
"Look at that guy. He's stalking her," said Pete.
"Yea, so."
"I just think I'll go down and make sure she's OK. She did ask us to help keep the creeps away," Pete smiled.
"Yea, you do that, and who's going to keep you away, creep."
"Fuck off," Pete said, flipping his friend the bird as he walked to the water.
The older guy was within a few feet of Chris, chest high in the water. She was doing her best to ignore him but each time she moved off, he moved toward her.
