Their section of the beach was usually deserted when they walked down from the cottage. Nothing was different this morning. To the east all you could see was sand and surf. To the west a few people were just shapes on the horizon. The neighbours weren't down to their cabana yet. Dress was casual here on the island and sometimes non-existent or at best very skimpy. It wasn't unusual to see a woman sunbathing topless.
He had built a roofed enclosure to shade them from the midday sun. A double chaise was built in and covered with a soft duvet for comfort. Today was going to be warm so clothing would be somewhat uncomfortable. The screen offered a degree of privacy but it was not unusual to see beachcombers walking by.
The population on the beach was adults of all ages and sizes. You could be nude without feeling uncomfortable. They stripped off their suits but kept a cover-up close. More often than not couples would stop to talk.
When his wife was comfortable on the chaise he spread sunscreen over her nakedness to protect her from the sun. His hands lingered on her breasts, stopping to feel her firmness and letting her nipples burn into the palms of his hands. He spread her legs open, kissing the folds of her pussy before applying the oil. As he stood up she returned the favour, planting a kiss on the tip of his penis. The neighbours happened by at that moment but if they saw they didn't let on.
They didn't get to spend much time relaxing down by the water despite living at the beach. Work always seemed to get in the way for one or the other but these rare times were always good for the soul. Morning passed into early afternoon. Thirst and hunger would mean going back to the beach house for re-fueling. Neither one felt the inclination to dress. The neighbours looked up briefly as they passed. They were both nude. Her hand was resting on his midsection, his hand on her pubic mount. It appeared that they had been caught in a private moment.
They prepared lunch together, enjoying their nudity and closeness that their busy work schedules had interfered with. He carried the lunches outside to the patio. They had a view of the water but not the beach. The patio was quiet to the outside world.
Her breasts hung naturally. He could feel his penis harden as he stared at the pink tipped nipples. Her long, often hard nipples drove him crazy. She was self conscious about them, seldom wearing anything that would allow her nipples to show through. Today her nipples resembled pencil erasers. He brushed the back of his hand across the points and watched them harden even more.
He was fully erect now. She noticed his erection, looked down at her breasts and smiled. She liked the control she had over his sexual desires. Despite the passing of the years she could still turn him on in an instant. Today she was feeling extremely mischievous. Maybe it was time to torment him sexually.