It was mid-afternoon when the Lancasters hit the beach outside their little hotel. The sun was hot and high in the sky over the Pacific. Mission beach stretched out before them. It was Thursday so it wasn't very crowded. There was the usual collection of sun worshipers and a few families with kids who were probably out-of-towners.
The couple paused at the retaining wall. Jared looked back and up at their hotel, picking out the second-floor window of their room. The recent and intense memory of his nude wife displaying herself before it surged through his synapses. The window was highly reflective from this side. Jared was strangely conflicted; his initial reaction was relief that no one had been able to see her. But there was a part of his male ego that wanted everyone to see Stacy in all her glory... and know that she was his.
His gaze returned to his wife. Stacy was looking out across the sand and surf. He had to smile at her obvious enthusiasm. She had one hand on top of her big floppy sun-hat and held her other up and forward in a sort of unconscious "oh goody" gesture. Standing beside her, he could see her eyes glinting behind her sunglasses. She had a grin on her face that made her look about eight years old.
Stacy was usually such a calm and serious sort of person. It was so rare that he got to see this side of his bride... she was downright giddy right now and seeing her like that made his heart sing. He was used to appreciating her wisdom and intelligence. He loved her company and thought she was sexy as hell. But sharing this kind of simple, raw joy with her was a rare treat.
On the other hand, speaking of sexy... it occurred to Jared that everyone would indeed be seeing his wife in all her glory. The black swimsuit with the gray trim that she had worn during their original honeymoon still looked fantastic on her. (Well, it had only been three years.)
Jared shook himself, turning away from her suddenly very arousing profile. Down boy. There will be plenty of time for that later. He looked out across the beach.
Aside from a few families and some older people who seemed to just be out wandering around, most of the people on the beach at this time of the week were habitual offenders; the sorts of people that somehow gave the impression that they spent their entire lives on the beach.
Standing between the boardwalk and the beach, Stacy and Jared were surrounded by a sea of skin. The beach wasn't crowded but no matter what direction they looked their eyes were met by glistening bronze bodies.
It seemed kind of unfair to Jared. His pale northern complexion not only looked out of place, he looked downright unhealthy. His slightly soft belly, baggy trunks and gawking expression didn't help either.
What was unfair was that Stacy was just as pale but she made it look exotic. Especially in this environment. Jared had already seen a number of male heads swivel to give her a second and third glance. All the bronze, glistening fitness around them probably began to seem common-place. Stacy's porcelain completion, stout but shapely legs and one-piece swimsuit that displayed her charms without seeming desperate or cheap was like a note of class among the rabble.
Hell, even her silly hat managed to look playful and stylish.
He wrapped an arm around the back of her waist possessively. She turned her face to him, her smile suggesting that she knew what he was thinking. He kissing her briefly on the lips and smiled back.
Laughing, she hopped down the stairs to the sand. Behind her sunglasses, her eyes roamed the acres of flesh on display. Tightly packed trunks and rippling physiques led her mind down a thousand paths of fantasy. Even the barely-covered tits and asses of the women excited her in a side-ways sort of way as she imagined the lust they evoke in a man's loins.
The quick and satisfying fuck her husband had just given her had her body charged to a highly sexual state. Her breasts throbbed with every beat of her heart, their tips protruding tall and hard against the warming material of her suit. And as she ogled those around her she could tell that many of the tanned denizens of the beach were watching her in return. Each time she caught a stare scanning her body, a shiver of desire shot through her core.
The crotch of her suit was damp from arousal and her husband's recent leavings. She was certain that a number of the staring eyes around her were focused on that dark patch.
She was far from the most attractive woman there. Compared to the bevy of bikini-clad beauties with flat, hard stomachs and tits proudly on display, she was rather plain. But having pale skin, some meat on her bones and a flattering but basically modest suit made her a novelty here. Any other time, she would have been embarrassed by the attention and her obvious, public arousal. She normally didn't like attention anything like this.
In her day to day life, she wore bras primarily to conceal her nipples; her modest and firm breasts didn't need support. She dressed down, wore little makeup and hardly paid any attention to her hair. While she knew she was relatively attractive, "looking good" wasn't normally one of her priorities. She had better things to do and had seen enough of the disruptions and hassles that beautiful women had to deal with that it just never made sense to her to spend time trying to look like a model. Whenever she wanted a guy's attention, she'd just smile at him. That was guaranteed to get her that second glance that would show him that she had all the goods he could ever hope for.
Now Stacy was on display in a much more overt manner and she had the attention of pretty much everyone.
These weren't people she had to work with; they were strangers she'd never see again. Let them look. Let them undress her with their eyes. Let them feel stirrings of lust. Her own passion would feed on their need, flooding her being with a fantastic energy.
She almost jumped when Jared caught up and rested his arm across the back of her hips again. She shuddered and breathed deeply through flared nostrils. Her insides seized up... it wasn't an orgasm by any stretch but it was a very excited kind of twitch that dribbled a little more wetness into the crotch of her suit.
God, she thought to herself, maybe I should try to control myself a little bit. At this rate I'll mount the next pole-shaped object I see.
When she opened her eyes and forced herself to breath normally, she glanced at her husband. He had the biggest grin she'd ever seen on his face. She knew that he had felt her body tremble and probably could guess just how aroused she was. And he had this look in his eyes that said very loudly how proud he was to possess her. She was about to dig an elbow into his gut when she had a better idea. She looked down at his tented trunks. Yeah, he was very "happy".
She turned her body to his and dug a hand down the front of his shorts. That definitely took him off guard. She gripped his shaft tightly. He was fully hard and pulsating. A bubble of pre-cum spread across her wrist.
Stacy shuddered. She'd wanted to shock and tease her husband but her bold move had backfired on her. Jared's member was hot, firm and throbbing, obviously eager to slide into her body. And she wanted it there so badly she could almost cry.
Jerking her hand from his shorts, Stacy wiped the dampness across her stomach. Damn it! Her abdomen fluttered and her knees threatened to go weak. She forced her hands to her sides and closed her eyes. She took a few steps back from her husband and balled up her hands. She tried to calm her pulse and clear her head.
She waited until she had regained her composure before opening her eyes. Jared was standing there, leering at her. His erection was pushing up under the waistband of his trunks, its plum-shaped head clearly outlined by the material.
In self-conscious frustration she turned her back on him and started for the water. Her steps were tense and unsteady... of course, the loose sand didn't help. She kept her head down and her eyes in front of her. If she saw another pair of bulging swim trunks she'd probably lose her mind.
Jared watched his wife flee across the sand. Their little encounter had caught the attention of several bystanders. A dozen or so male eyeballs tracked in her wake, watching Stacy's ass flex and her puffed-up nipples dance against her suit. A number of female eyeballs drifted back and forth between husband and wife. Everyone who had witnessed the exchange wore big, knowing smiles.
Jared ran after his wife, adjusting his trunks awkwardly to restrain his bouncing erection. She was splashing into the water as he caught up to her and the first wave splashed across their knees as he wrapped his arm around her. The both staggered, laughing as they first pulled each other off balance and then used their spouse the catch and right themselves.
His arms lowered to her stomach and he pulled her tightly to him. The next wave struck and shoved Stacy against him, her suit-clad buns wrapping around his hard dick. Still giggling uncontrollably, she rubbed herself up and down her man.
After the next wave had gone by, she began to move into deeper water, towing Jared behind her. With each step their bodies jostled and bounced against one another. Jared snuck one of his hands into the deep neck of her suit. The heat from her softly throbbing nipple was intense and he could feel goose pimples covering her flesh.
When the water was nearly chest high, she turned in his embrace. The breaking waves were slapping them in their faces and tossing them around a little bit but neither cared. Between two layers of cloth, the helmet of Jared's cock was rubbing a path between Stacy's groin and navel. His arms were around her and her chin was on his shoulder. Their chests were pressed together and Jared could feel his wife's nipples occasionally bounce across his own.
They kissed longingly, their eyes open, staring deeply into one another. Their tongues played about their mouths and each breathed in the scents of sea and suntan lotion.
