I leave town for a week for a business trip and talk to you each night on the phone. This specific evening, I call and before we hang up, tell you I am going for a late night walk on the beach again. Each night I have gone after we talk and say goodnight. You tell me to enjoy my walk and to look out for the details that you are always so good at catching. "You never know what you might see" you tell me.
I laugh and tell you that you are the only one with the luck on details. Thinking back to the times you have told me about seeing a woman giving head in a car as you drove your truck down the road. Or the lady with no bra or panties on that walked in front of the headlights after dark giving a quick show. Or the woman sitting on the bus bench with her breasts hanging down out of her half shirt. Or finally of the woman that you see getting ready for work in the mornings sometimes when you walk the dog after getting off your midnights shift.
After we hang up, I leave the hotel room and head through the hotel lobby, heading for the back door which opens up right onto a beach on the Gulf of Mexico. The instant the doors open, I can hear the surf and feel the night breeze. I feel instantly relaxed; only wishing you were here with me to walk the beach with me and enjoy it.
I walk down and feel the cool sand between my toes. The breeze getting stronger the closer I get to the waters edge. There are a few people walking on the beach, near the water. Coming from up the beach somewhere and walking by. I notice to my left, however, a couple in an embrace.
They catch my attention for a brief moment and while I can see them kissing and feeling all over one another’s body, I am not close enough to see explicit detail. I smile to myself thinking of what you would say and do if you were walking on the beach with me right now. You are such a voyeur at heart and I know you would move us closer to them.
I walk out to the water and stand so my feet are periodically covered by the waves. Eyes closed I am enjoying the breeze as I drink in the sound of the ocean. For some reason, my attention is pulled back to look at the couple again. I am not close enough to hear them but can see them quite well from where I stand. The woman is straddling the man as they kiss deep and hard. I see him lie her down in the sand, never removing his lips from hers as he follows her to the ground.
I turn back to enjoy the ocean. I eventually walk back up the beach to a beach chair that is put out by the hotel for rent during the daytime. I sit down and look back toward the couple. I am a bit far away at this point, but am sure that they are having sex right there on the beach. I must be mistaken, I think, though there have not been many beach walkers in a while so it is possible.
I try to strain and watch to verify my suspicion but it is just too difficult to tell. I decide to try to call you, knowing you would enjoy hearing me describe what I think I am seeing. Unfortunately, your cell phone goes straight to voicemail. Damn, I think. You probably turned the phone off when we said goodnight, not thinking I might call back.
I notice a beach chair that is a little closer and get up the nerve to move to it. I think that I can look as if I am just moving closer to the water and not to the couple on the beach. As I do so, the couple does not even appear to notice I am closer. After just a few moments, the man rolls over and pulls the woman on top of him. She is plainly riding his cock. There is no mistaking that position. Just watching them makes my pussy very wet.
How I would love to have you here with me on the beach, riding your cock that way. How I wish I could have gotten you on the phone to tell you about it. I am not even attempting to make it seem like I am watching the beach anymore. My eyes are glued to the couple. I can see her head thrown back and her hips move hard and fast on the man below her. The sound of the waves and wind do not allow me to hear them fuck and I really want to. I can see his hands reach up and feel crossed her entire body and watch her hands cover his as they grab her breasts.
I can't stand not hearing anymore and I know that you would encourage me to move closer if you were on the phone. I decide that not only do I want to see better, but that you will be turned on by hearing that I moved up even closer to this couple when I tell you what happened. So, I do so. I move up even closer.
Oh the details I can see now. I can tell she is blonde and he is dark haired. I can see that her legs are spread wide and his hand is rubbing her clit as she fucks him. I can see him grab her hips and fuck up into her periodically. I realize that my hand is slipped under my skirt and my pussy is very wet between my fingers.
Without really realizing it, I move even closer. The couple continues without even showing that they feel me close. That turns me on even more so. The fact that they are so into one another that an intruder is just not in their field of view is amazing.
