There were three of them and it was clear they were interested in my wife. We were on beach towels at the far end of the beach, near the point, and they had been looking our way all morning. We were nude, and our umbrella shadowed us under its bright yellow cover. Claire was on her stomach, her fine bare bottom highlighting the scene under the circular canopy, and I sat reading my book next to her. She was gorgeous, and I didn't begrudge their interest or appreciation of her beautiful exposed body.
I mentioned them once and she dismissed their existence with a shake of her head and a sigh, keeping her head on her arms and not looking in their direction. It was nearly twelve when one of them strolled over and said hello. He introduced himself as Andy and asked me if I played frisbee. I put my book down and nodded, picking up my ultimate disc and telling him I would love to throw some. "You right handed?" I asked, since I hated to play with left handed people because they threw a counter clockwise rotation. He said he was right handed and we began throwing.
I noticed Claire had turned over to watch us and wondered if she was admiring my young playing partner, who was tall, slim, and well muscled. His long blond hair was bunched on his head like the typical California surfer dude.
Andy was skilled with the frisbee and had a nice throw, giving good spin that was easy to do tricks with. I enjoyed playing with him and when we were finished he came with me to our towels and chatted with Claire and me. She asked him if he went to UCSB and he said that he was at City College and was originally from Colorado, near Denver.
It was clear Claire seemed to be attracted to him and like him and he stayed for a while, sitting next to Claire and obviously was taken by her beautiful naked body. Often I saw his gaze fix on her breasts and the furry triangle between her legs. She is lovely and I certainly didn't blame him. I also saw that she seemed to be enjoying the attention.
He asked us if we had seen the wreckage of the ship buried in the sand around the point. I had and told him so but Claire hadn't seen it and he asked her if she would like to hike around the point to see it. She shaded her eyes and looked down the beach, asking how far it was. He told her about half a mile and she nodded and said she'd love to see it.
He stood and beckoned for her to follow him. Claire stood and he put out his hand. My wife then walked hand in hand down the beach with our new, young friend. Claire and Andy were gone for nearly two hours.
When they returned they were still holding hands and she seemed to be a bit uneasy, her hair just a bit disheveled and her back was sandy, her face and neck slightly flushed. I asked about the boat and she showed more enthusiasm than I thought it deserved.
Andy went back to his friends and she sat down on her towel. "So you enjoyed your walk?" I asked. She seemed distracted and a bit preoccupied. "So you liked Andy?" The question got her attention but she seemed to avoid answering and became nervous and edgy. "What did you do on that walk?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said too quickly. "Well, we just... " Then she blushed and it was obvious that they did more than just explore a boat stuck in the sand. "So, you had fun?" I said, trying to show her I knew what had happened, understood that she and Andy had gotten to know each other on the walk around the point. "We... ah, he, I mean," she paused. " I let him kiss me," she confessed. "It was very... nice down there," she said, trying to change the subject.
"You have sand on your back," I said. "You know I don't mind you taking some liberties on the beach. I have told you that. So, what exactly happened around the point?" She composed herself and finally smiled.
