The Next Day - Catherine meets Bethany and they indulge in a little exhibitionism and masturbation.
"The Next Day" is the sequel to "Innocence Lost", which is a true account of what happened one day last summer when Sara exposed me at a public beach forcing me to be naked in public.
"The Next Day" tells how the following day I return to the same beach and meet Bethany who is in Adelaide on holidays with her family. It doesn't take long to find that my new friend and I have some interests in common which we begin to explore together.
It is not essential to read "Innocence Lost" to appreciate what happened "The Next Day", which stands alone and is complete in it's own right. You may want to read it, however, if you are interested in the circumstances leading up to "The Next Day" or if you want learn a little more about me or Sara. There is a physical description of me in "Innocence Lost" so I have not repeated it here.
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Memories of the previous day at the beach with Sara dominated my thoughts as I emerged from a deep refreshing sleep. I could recall every detail of our adventure as if it was a movie playing in my mind, some scenes so clear and graphic that it seemed they were in slow motion.
The euphoria brought about by the wonderful orgasm that was the culmination of our exploits the day before remained and the stain on my crumpled sheets was undeniable evidence of my intense arousal and extreme physical pleasure.
I lingered, savouring the sensation before getting out of bed, slipping on black lace panties and a black singlet top and going to the kitchen to put on the kettle to make some tea. I thought about breakfast but it was still too early to make such important decisions, so I simply took my green tea and the morning newspaper out onto the back patio.
It was another beautiful day. I looked at my watch, it was not quite eight o'clock and already the temperature was soaring. The sun was a dazzling disc of incandescent white fire magically suspended in an endless clear blue sky. There was a gentle breeze blowing off the ocean that caused the branches of the trees to sway hypnotically, but giving little relief from the intense heat. It was shaping up to be another perfect Australian summer day.
I was disappointed to find the news in the paper was mostly bad and tossed it aside as Sara walked out on to the patio. She was wearing black boy leg panties, my panties I noticed, that accentuated her shapely butt and a white cut off t-shirt that barely reached her waist, revealing her cute belly button.
She had just got out of bed and still had the dreamy look in her eyes of one who was not yet fully awake.
Even with no make up and dishevelled hair she looked gorgeous. The sight of her reminded me that we live in a world filled with incredible beauty and wonderful people, reviving my spirits, which had been momentarily dampened by the morning news.
She walked up behind me, put one hand on my shoulder and with the other, swept my hair up from the back of my neck before giving me a soft, lingering kiss on the sensitive spot where my neck becomes my shoulder. The delicate touch of her moist lips sent a shiver down my spine and made my heart beat pleasantly faster.
I had rehearsed in my mind a speech to chide her for her naughty behaviour the previous day, but as I was about to speak she smiled disarmingly and said, "Good morning darling, did you sleep well?"
I wasn't actually angry with her and any admonishment would have only been tongue in cheek but, after such a delightful greeting, all I could do was laugh and assure her that I had a wonderful sleep and was feeling great.
"So what have you got planned for today Catherine," she said as she settled comfortably on the chair next to mine.
The summer holidays were fast coming to an end and I would be back at work in a little over two weeks. Sara is a student and to help pay her way through university had taken a summer job with an accounting firm in the city. I smiled to myself knowing that she was envious of me being able to spend the whole day doing just as I pleased while she had to work.
Actually I had no real plans, maybe a visit to the gym, definitely a walk along the beach, a swim and not much else. I had planned, if you could call it planning, a day of total rest and relaxation, pure self-indulgence.
I sipped my tea and we chatted until Sara went to get ready, packed her things and left home to go to work.
Left alone my mind wandered back to the previous day. Memories of my forced exposure at the beach, the journey home in the car with just a towel to preserve my modesty and my naked walk form the car to the front door, brought about a pleasant tingling in my loins.
I settled back in my chair and slipped my hand down the front of my panties. It was no surprise to find that my smooth, bald pussy was moist and sensitive to my touch.
Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my panties, I raised my butt off the chair and slipped them down over my thighs, past my knees to my ankles and kicked them off.
I leaned back in my chair, put my feet up on the small table in front of me and spread my legs. I felt a pleasant sensation as the gentle breeze caressed and cooled my hot wet pussy. It did nothing though, to extinguish the tiny spark that I knew would soon become a raging fire deep inside my cunt. There would only be one way to deal with that.
My left hand found its way back between my legs and sought my aching clit. Starting with slow, gentle circular motions, my fingers teased my clit until it was hard and throbbing.
My right hand was under my singlet gently cupping my left breast, my fingers coaxing my small nipple to become hard and erect, sending delightful tremors to join the waves of pleasure emanating form my cunt, both conspiring to bring me slowly but surely to a much needed orgasm.
Memories of me naked and on display at the beach the day before fired my imagination. My fingers following a well practised journey, slid from my clit to my labia repeatedly tracing the length of my wet pussy lips from the top down the full length to the bottom and back again, harder and more insistent now to match my growing desire.
I felt the beginnings of an orgasm, faint at first but definitely there, building slowly. My fingers switched back to my clit as I become impatient to reach my goal. I needed to cum now.
My fingers increased the pressure and the pace. Faster and harder, from side to side. My other hand was squeezing my breast, my finger and thumb pinching my nipple, hard, so hard it hurt, the pain adding to my pleasure. Closer, closer, nearly there.
Suddenly my mind shifted gear. I pictured myself on a beach. Naked, lying on my back on the sand, my legs spread, back arched, hips raised. I was masturbating. A group of people, maybe ten or a dozen, were gathered around watching me as my fingers frantically rubbed my engorged clit. I could hear their muffled voices and almost feel their hot breath on my naked body as they edged closer for a better view. Of fuck yes that's what I wanted. I wanted them to see me naked. I needed to be naked in front of them. A slut, a naked slut, legs spread wide, wet cunt exposed, fucking myself for all to see. Some reached out tentatively to touch me, excited, turned on by my performance, wanting a part of it, wanting a part of me. One woman moved closer, reaching out to touch my breast. I gasped as she took my nipple between her finger and thumb...
The vivid images in my mind and my skilled fingers pushed me over the edge. I was cumming. "Oh fuck yes." I succumbed totally as a crushing orgasm obliterated everything else beneath massive waves of pleasure that consumed my mind and my body. I was on the verge of unconsciousness; my body was rigid, shaking uncontrollably. I was not breathing. I teetered on the verge of panic; panic mixed with euphoria that I had never experienced before, better than any drug I could ever imagine. I was scared; scared of being totally consumed by the exquisite pleasure, scared that maybe I will never want to emerge from its addictive grip. To stay like this forever on the ultimate high.
Slowly I descend from the peak of arousal. Gradually I became aware of the sound of the breeze and the birds in the trees. I open my eyes, slowly trying to adjust to reality and the bright sunlight. My breathing was returning to normal, my heart resuming its usual rhythmical beating, no longer pounding uncontrollably beneath my breast. Small shudders ran through my body, gradually diminishing in intensity.
My orgasm subsided leaving a delightful calm in its wake but my mind was spinning, thoughts racing through my head. "What the fuck was that?" I often fantasise when I masturbate but never anything like that. The fantasy of me as a naked slut, masturbating in public was new and scary. But more than that it was incredibly exciting and it was the excitement that probably scared me the most of all.
I pushed the thought from my mind not wanting to contemplate the implications. I was sure that the time would come to confront the demon that had been awakened, but that time was not now.
I needed a distraction; something to occupy my mind so reluctantly I resorted to tidying the house, did a load of washing and watered the garden. Time now to get on with other things before the day had slipped away completely.
While I showered I decided to skip a gym session and instead opted to go straight to the beach. I put on my bikini, packed my bag with a towel, sunscreen and a bottle of water and set off.
Arriving at the beach I found it already quite crowded. There were small groups of families and friends, young couples, some people on their own, presumably all taking advantage of the last of the holidays or perhaps taking a sickie to enjoy the beautiful summer weather.
I picked a spot and settled down to relax and could not help but smile as I thought about what happened the previous day, almost at this very place. The memories started the delightful tingling in my loins again and I could feel my labia become moist with my secretions.
Despite my orgasm just a few hours before I was still feeling very horny and the dampness I could feel between my legs and probably now noticeable on my bikini, was evidence of my arousal.
I rested for a while before going for a swim allowing the cool, clear salt water to envelop my body causing my nipples to harden and giving some relief to my hot aching pussy.
I struck out from the shore swimming freestyle with determined strokes until I was three or four hundred meters from the beach then turned and swam back until my fingers grazed the sand in the shallows. There was a pleasant ache in my shoulders and I was breathing hard, my pulse elevated from the exertion.
I stood up, waded ashore and walked up the beach remembering how I did a similar thing the day before except that time there was no bikini just me; naked as the day I was born. The recollection rekindled my excitement and I could feel my pussy begin to weep again.
