Suzanne was just wandering along the beach, out for an early morning stroll. She liked taking her walks in the evening when the sun was starting to set and a cool breeze came off the water.
She was on one of the trails that ran along between the dunes covered with salt-grass and the sands of the beach proper. As she walked she fancied that she could hear voices drifting on the breeze.
Moving along, Suzanne realised that there were people further back in the dunes, and she swung slightly off trail to see if she could spot them. Maybe they were friends of hers.
Spotting movement off to the side she turned and looked in that direction. Then she went very still. By chance, she could see between a couple of scrubby plants down into a little space between a couple of dunes, but remained unseen herself due to the shrubs. It would take a very keen eye to spot her.
A young woman was lying on a beach towel, topless and, even as Suzanne watched, the man with her bent down and started drawing off the bottom half of her swimming costume.
The woman slapped at the encroaching hands, trying to hold onto her costume, giggling while she did so. It was obvious that her protests weren't serious and a little jerk had her costume sliding down and off.
She lay there, one hand modestly covering her mound, watching the man. He'd straightened up and was deliberately lowering his bathers. Stepping out of his bathers, the man turned slightly, and Suzanne had to stifle a gasp.
She was eighteen. She knew about the birds and the bees and what a man did with a woman. In theory, that was. She'd actually touched a cock or two, but had resisted attempts for boys eager to return the favour.
There was a difference, she could plainly see, between a boy developing and waving his weapon and a grown man who intended to use it.
As Suzanne watched, she saw the man moving the woman's legs further apart and move to kneel between them. He leaned over her, and Suzanne could see his cock pressing against the woman. Then he was lying on the woman, his bottom lifted in the air a little, seeming poised.
He must, Suzanne realised, have just driven straight down into the woman, as his bottom flattened quickly while the woman gave a squeal. Suzanne couldn't really see what happened next. The man was bouncing up and down but his body hid the interesting bits.
The woman, Suzanne noted, was just lying there, letting the man bounce on her. This surprised Suzanne slightly. She'd have thought the woman would respond as she'd seemed agreeable to what was taking place.
The activity continued for a short while. It seemed rather dull to Suzanne. She'd always thought it would be a lot more energetic than that. Stories about sex appear to have been exaggerated.
Slowly, the act taking place before Suzanne started to change. The woman was now pushing up to meet the man, her bottom actually lifting off the ground as she heaved herself up. And the man was moving faster. His gentle movements at the start must have been preparation, ensuring the woman was ready to handle him.
Suddenly the man pulled loose. There were loud objections from the woman and he was indicating she should roll over. Next thing Suzanne saw was the woman rolling onto her stomach, resting her head on her arms while her knees were bent under her, lifting her bottom high.
This time, when the man drove home into the woman, Suzanne could see his shaft sinking into her as the woman pushed back to meet it. The man's hands came around to take hold of the woman's breasts, and he was pumping like a maniac.
Watching the stranger ravish his woman, Suzanne couldn't help but feel excited. Heat was pooled inside her, saying "me, too" while she could feel herself getting damp. Damp, hell, thought Suzanne. I'm so wet I'm going to have to change my panties when I get home.
Suzanne could hear the woman making little excited cries and the man seemed to going at her even faster. Then he gave a groan and seemed to hold the woman to him while he shuddered and the woman was jamming a hand in her mouth and seemed to be shaking all over.
Suzanne knew just what had happened then. She felt as though she might climax herself, it had been so exciting. She was, she realised, rubbing herself through her clothes, encouraging her own excitement.
The wanton pair had separated and were lying down, seeing content to just lie there next to each other, still naked. Deciding discretion wouldn't go amiss, Suzanne turned to leave.
Turning, Suzanne found herself bumping into someone. A man had been standing behind her, regarding her. He looked amused. She flicked a glance through the bushes where the nude couple were lying at ease. She reddened when the man took a step forward and glanced over to see what she was looking at.
"Well, they look happy and content," the man murmured. "Been here long?"
"No, no," gasped Suzanne. "I've only just arrived. I wasn't watching them or anything."
"You just happened to glance between the bushes and spot them for a second. Their nudity probably quite shocked you."
"Yes," muttered Suzanne. "I hadn't expected to see any nudists on the beach."
"Shocking, isn't it. The sort of thing you spot and immediately look away from. After ten minutes of watching."
Suzanne felt her face burning. She was prepared to swear that even her hair was bushing.
"It's not like that," she protested. "I wasn't really watching them. I was just sort of curious," she finished, her voicing dying away.
The man was laughing at her, she just knew it.
