Summer at last, a day at the beach, you bloody beauty, but hang on, I suppose some sort of intro is necessary I guess β my name is Devlin Watergate, I'm 46, widowed, I have a 22 year old daughter who is the spitting image of her mother, presently overseas working for the Australian High Commission. She comes home occasionally which rather cramps my style a little, but having her home makes up for that. I am also Bi, not into mm anal βat least not yet, but then who knows, in the middle of some hot and steamy....well I guess anything is possible. Now where was I, ah yes, Bi, fit, and, I suppose not totally unattractive to the ladies. I also have some bad habits, I have and aversion to body hair and therefore don't have any, all removed permanently prior to my bride's demise. She shared this little aversion of mine incidentally, however if I start thinking about her I shall probably get quite maudlin and start crying or something, again.
Anyway, yes, no body hair at all, none, nowhere, zip. Also have a thing for mild pain when applied in a sexual setting, leather toys, cock rings, and now we get really down to it, I love to wear sexy panties, the panties I wear all belonged to my lady, and she had exquisite taste when it came to lingerie, also can get into wet sex.
So there we go, you have on your hands a certified kinky nutter. Oh, did I mention I am, more through good luck than good management quite wealthy, meaning don't have to work, don't have too and probably never will. AND I love to cook. So there you have it β not a kinky nutter at all, instead a mildly eccentric chappy who has an identity crisis. Isn't wealth a wonderful thing?
Now, where was I, ahh, yes a day at the beach, don't you just fucking hate winter?
It was a beautiful day for the beach, clear sunny day with just a zephyr of a breeze to keep it pleasant and not too hot.
I'd arrived early in the hope I would get my favourite spot, and walked the mile and a half up the beach from the carpark. As soon as I'd crossed into the "Clothes Optional" area I stripped off. I did consider leaving lacy and sheer pink G-string on but there were some families a little further along and children don't need to be exposed to these little deviations. However I did not remove my personal jewellery, the thick white gold band that adorned the base of my cock and balls and the smaller bands that circled the base of my cock and the other around the top of my balls, (hence my net nick β 3 rings), there were lots of people on the beach wearing body jewellery, male and female so really it was unremarkable and most people just accepted it.
I was in luck, my little spot was vacant, it was a sort of saucer in the dunes with a clump of pandanus palms in the middle and over a couple of years I'd dragged up various bits of driftwood from the beach, so there was a rather nice little oasis, shade, seating and places to lay in either sun or shade. I had never had a visitor into my little spot, so no casual sex, unfortunately. Although I had jacked off many times while watching a fuck-flick on my portable DVD player, or just for the hell of it, spraying cum all over myself or into the panties I was wearing and then let it dry on my skin.
Mind you, I was always hopeful that some sexy and deviate young lady, with or without her boyfriend would stumble into my little nook. Well, you can live in hope.
I stood and peered over the top of the small dune that separated my spot from the beach as I rubbed tanning lotion on my shoulders and arms. There were not all that many people on the beach at the moment, a couple of nudist family groups a few hundred yards further up the beach, and there was a couple coming up the beach from the carpark end. They were a little unusual, in that they were both clothed, you never saw dressed people this far up the beach, and he was walking with her but perhaps half a metre behind her, she also appeared to be carrying some sort of reed or something. I moved further up the dune for a closer look. She was wearing a strappy summer dress that swished around her legs in the breeze and as she walked, and he wore a pair of white shorts. I was fairly well up the dune and was visible to my knees I supposed, so when she turned her head towards the dunes she would have seen me in all my naked glory, rings and all. She said something over her shoulder to her partner and then continued past me and up the beach. I stepped back down from the dune and lay out in the sun tanning my front, I could feel the sun warming my rings, it was quiet sensuous really.
After half an hour I moved into the shade and had a drink of water and then stretched out again on my stomach. The back of my legs and arse were in the sun but my back would have to wait for the solarium, or until I could find someone to put lotion on my back. I had just settled when I heard, "Hello, Would you have any water at all, we rather foolishly didn't bring any with us." A woman's voice inquired. By the time I'd rolled over and sat up the woman and here partner I watched earlier were standing on the rim of the dune, they were still dressed, and I felt a little self conscious, specially when I saw the panties I'd been wearing earlier sitting out in plain view on top of my Backpack.
" Aahh, yes I do," I stammered, " You'll have to excuse my present state, I wasn't really expecting visitors." For some strange reason I really was getting embarrassed β me, blushing.
"No, it is us who should be apologising, for imposing on you without warning, it really is up to David and I to improve this situation, David, lose the shorts," she said in a surprisingly stern voice. "Oh," I thought, "this could get interesting", and then I got the surprise of my life.
David, had indeed lost his shorts and was standing in not six feet from me in lacy pink boy leg panties, the front panel sheer and his hardening cock clearly visible. There was a swish and the bamboo reed that his lady friend was carrying suddenly lashed across the underside of his pantie-covered cock, he was instantly rockhard.
"David," another swish, another welt on the underside of his cock, he didn't even flinch. "I'm finding this dress restrictive and its embarrassing me being the only person dressed," she said in a less commanding tone this time. He lent forward and pulled the strings that held her sun dress up, she wriggled and it fell to her hips, exposing her perfect, pink tipped tits, each nipple pierced with a thin gold ring, a fine gold chain linked her nipple rings while another gold chain hung suspended from the middle of the linking chain. She wriggled her hips a few times and the dress fell in a pool about her feet, leaving her standing in a pair of panties matching David's except that they were of the palest blue, the gold chin lay against her hair-free mound and snaked into the delicate cleft between her legs.
"That's much better, don't you think, Oh, my name is Dianna, or Di, which ever and this as you've probably guessed is David, he's my husband and toy, do you think we should take our panties off too, I think so, David, mine first and then you can take yours off and keep your hands off your cock." She rambled, evidently a little embarrassed as well, she had suddenly taken the situation from almost normal to an environment that just reeked of sexual tension.