'How come you never took me to the beach hut for sex?'
Adam looked up from his newspaper, shocked and a little afraid he'd said out loud the thoughts that had been running through his head, and for a moment he couldn't quite meet his wife's eyes.
'You what?' His guilty cheeks colored up. He couldn't think of anything else to say, but Sara didn't appear to notice his unease. She'd turned back towards the sink, and was staring out of the window, her hands immersed in the soapy dish water. It gave him time to think -- time to come up with a reason that would stop her from questioning him too far. Why was she bringing this up now...after all these years?
'You know it was all talk -- what the lads used to say about me and that hut, don't you?'
The hut's imminent sale had brought back some fond memories. Memories that stirred his cock along with his conscience, but anything he may or may not have got up to in there was over long before he met her -- he thought she knew that -- and much as he loved her, he resented her sudden accusatory stand.
'But, I know you fucked someone there.'
'Are you serious?' Adam was shocked. He prepared himself for an argument, but when Sara turned towards him she was smiling, and now he was unsure what to do with the defensive mode he had just deployed. Was she just yanking his chain or did she really want to know?
For a moment Adam considered telling her everything and getting it off his chest once and for all, but he was aware that the need to clear his conscience was not the right reason for raking through the still smouldering embers of a long lost, past love. That was a ghost he was going to have to lay to rest all on his own - and he meant to...just not quite yet.
'I'm kidding,' she added. 'You really don't have to sell it on my account, darling.' Adam's smile was edged with relief. It was as if she'd read his mind -- or at least the thought that was uppermost in it at that moment. Had she been able to delve a little deeper, she'd have discovered thoughts that would not have prompted such a sympathetic comment, for his mind had been basking in the sweet memory of one particular girl, and one particular night, ten long years ago...
***
His tiny attic apartment was stuffy and airless. He couldn't sleep, so Adam picked up a few cold cans and a towel and headed down to the beach for a swim.
It was well after midnight when he hit the street but the smell of suntan oil and chips still wafted on the warm breeze. People had spilled out from the stuffy clubs and restaurants to drink and chat on the streets instead. The town had a Mediterranean feel about it tonight that he liked.
Decent work might be scarce but there was something about living in a seaside town that seemed to get under your skin...or maybe it was the constant flow of fresh girls that were always passing through -- not that he'd had much luck in that direction, but he was always hopeful and ever ready...he felt for the condom in his back pocket.
As he descended the steps to the beach, the noise of the town gradually faded away and Adam found himself alone in the deserted little cove. He kicked off his flip flops and made his way across the still warm sand. Not many people strayed down here at night. In the dark, there wasn't much to see from the top of the steps but once down on the sand, surrounded by the sheer granite cliffs, it felt like another world -- a world where he could do as he pleased and be who he wanted.
He dropped his stuff on the veranda of the little beach hut his grandfather had left him, stripped off his shorts and t shirt and ran naked to the water's edge, enjoying the solitude and the feel of the cooler, salt laden air on his clammy skin. The tide hadn't yet turned and about a foot of frothy white surf was breaking noisily onto the sand. He dove straight in, swam out past the breakers, and floated around in the gentle swell beyond, just listening to the distant thrum of the town whilst his fingers toyed idly with his cock.
It wasn't until he finally waded out of the water half an hour later, that he noticed the girl perched on a rock at the water's edge. He'd spoken to her in the cafe a couple of times during the week, and even tried chatting her up -- he remembered her dyed red hair -- and wondered if she'd come here in the hope of meeting him. The thought made his cock twitch and he suddenly remembered his nakedness, but did nothing to cover himself up, even though he became acutely aware of his cock as it hung free between his legs...and of her eyes upon it, but he didn't want to look stupid by attempting to cup his equipment in his hand, now.
For a long moment they stared at each other without a word passing between them -- until Adam finally managed to find the words to break the awkward silence.
'Have you been there long?' He was annoyed at how nervous he sounded. His voice came out far too high. He coughed to clear his throat.
'Since before you arrived,' she said with a smile. 'I was sitting right here when you ran down to the sea.'
Adam's eyes were drawn to the expanse of creamy white thigh she was displaying...and of the brief glimpse of white panty that his vantage point below her gave him. She had her knees drawn up to her chin, and held together with her hands, but her feet were set apart, giving a tantalizing view of white cotton as it stretched over the bulging lips of her sex. It was about the closest he'd ever got to a girl's pussy and his cock swelled in anticipation. He turned away from her, pretending to look out to sea, as she was doing, embarrassed by his growing erection and wishing now that he'd kept his shorts on.
'Are you on holiday?' Adam was sure he'd asked her the question before but he couldn't think of anything else to say. He crossed his arms across his chest in an attempt to look relaxed. When that failed he let them hang awkwardly by his side. For some reason he couldn't remember how he normally held them. He wished he had jeans pockets to stuff them in.
'I go home tomorrow,' she said.
Adam didn't know why she was here but now that she was he wanted to keep her. Opportunities like this didn't present themselves to guys like him that often, but he wasn't sure what to say next -- his cock was saying, get her on that mattress and get her knickers off quick, but luckily his brain managed to translate the words before his mouth had a chance to let him down.
'Do you like cider -- I have cider?'
The girl nodded and Adam reached out a hand to help her down from her rocky perch, but as she took it, her foot slipped on the wet rock and she fell into his arms, her breasts crushed against his damp chest, her hands warm on his shoulders. He liked the way she felt against his skin and his cock hardened and nudged her belly. He blushed, expecting her to push him away in disgust but she didn't. Instead, she looked at him, her shiny pink lips slightly parted as if she were about to kiss him. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart reverberating against his own chest and the minty aroma of her breath. He wanted to kiss her, too but he was paralyzed by fear -- struck dumb by his own naivety, and he just lay there until she climbed off him. He was scared he'd mucked it up. Things like this just didn't happen to guys like him. He couldn't let her get away from him now.
'Do you want to come up to my beach hut?' The words sounded wrong, even though he'd rehearsed them a thousand times before he'd never actually said them out loud to anyone. He held his breath, waiting for the inevitable no way, but she nodded and he quickly wrapped his hand around hers and guided her across the sand to the little blue painted, beach-side hut he jokingly called his shagging shack. Not that anyone had actually been shagged in it...but he had a feeling that tonight that was all going to change.
'We can sit here,' he said, pointing to the wooden bench on the veranda that faced the ocean. As she stepped in front of him and moved towards the bench, he picked up his discarded shorts and pulled them on. Now that the visual barometer of his lust was no longer on show, he felt slightly less awkward around her.
Adam handed her a can and cracked the top off one for himself, taking a long slug to calm his nerves. She did the same, smiling up at him as she wiped a drip from her chin. Adam's lust struck him dumb again...her full lips, wet from the cider...her eyes sparkling in the moon light...the curve of her breasts...her thighs, slightly parted and flattened against the bench as she crossed her ankles. He ached to reach out and touch her, but instead he sat there, stupidly mute, his cock straining against his shorts.
'It's a hot night,' he finally said, sliding along the bench beside her so that his thigh was resting against hers.
She nodded. 'That's why I came down here. I hoped you might be here.' She looked up at him through her eyelashes, her eyes sparkling. His belly did a double roller coaster flip.
'You did?' He hadn't meant to sound so surprised. His voice seemed intent on betraying him tonight.
'Of course,' she giggled, a coy smile lighting up her elfin features.