The beach has always been one of my favourite places; the smell of the sea, the sound of the waves, the soft white sand under my feet, I love the beach.
I was privileged in my childhood to have a great deal of access to the beach, an experience Katherine didn't share. But she's learnt to love the beach as I do, and now we frequently stay with family near the coast. Besides the beach, this comes with an additional benefit, free babysitting for the kids! This is fantastic, because the beach is even more beautiful at night.
The kids were in bed and asleep, and in the care of their grandmother when I suggested to Katherine that we take a walk down by the beach to look at the stars. I had plans!
The house was one block of unlit road from the path to the beach, which wound fifty metres through bushland before opening out on the bay. The beach here is very busy during the holidays, but not now; in early summer even with the warm nights and dry perfect weather, most of the houses in the area are empty, waiting for school to end.
It meant that I could be fairly confident that there would be no one around now, after dark.
So off to the beach we went, Katherine in her short summer dress, and me in shorts and a t-shirt. Being Australian summer, we were both wearing thongs of course (the flip-flop kind, not the underwear!)
We were only half way down the unlit, dark street, in the middle of the road, when I stopped Katherine and said "I want you to take off your panties and give them to me."
I could see she was somewhat surprised, but this was a game we'd played before. She grinned, somewhere between bashful and mischievous, and bent down to take them off. I took the opportunity to flip her dress up over her back, revealing her bare bottom to the night sky. This was another surprise for her, but not as much as the sharp smack I placed upon her left buttock!
She jumped and let out a little squeal, and glared at me reproachfully as she threw her panties at me before fixing her dress. I grinned naughtily, and pocketed her panties before we continued walking. There always was an exhibitionist streak in Katherine, but this was only step one of my insidious plan!
Once on the path through the trees, I slipped my hand under her dress to cup her buttock, as I pulled her in to me for a passionate kiss, and reached down with my other hand to slide a finger along her pussy. I was unsurprised to find she was very wet already!
We walked the last few metres to the beach, with bright, clean sand overlooking the water; still as a millpond tonight, with the subtle light of a crescent moon reflecting off the water. There was enough light to see by, but not to make out any details. I could be fairly sure that we would be able to spot anyone walking along the beach, and confident that they wouldn't be able to see who we were or what we were up to. The path through the trees was another matter; we'd have to rely on our ears, as anyone would be invisible in the shadows.
First, I wanted to make sure we were alone, so we walked up the beach a bit in both directions, ostensibly doing what we'd said, going for a stroll by the moonlight. Then, I pulled Katherine to me, and we kissed deeply, passionately.
Katherine pushed her tongue deep into my mouth, and reached down to pull my shirt up over my head, before discarding it in the sand. As we cuddled and kissed, her fingers roamed, caressing my back and shoulders.
My hands were hardly still, as I again lifted up her dress to grab hold of both buttocks, and use them to pull her into me, grinding my lengthening cock against her womanhood.
Stepping back, I guided her hands to my belt buckle. Taking the hint, she began to kiss her way downwards, starting with my neck, and then making her way down my chest, kneeling in the sand as she kissed down my stomach. She undid my belt, gently, slowly slid my shorts and underwear down to the sand below. She didn't stop kissing, but continued down until she reached my shaft, and then kissed teasingly along my manhood before taking my dripping wet head into her mouth.
