Part 2
The following week went like a blur for Rebecca. She would regularly find herself in a daze as she recalled, vividly, what had happened on the beach, and she was almost desperate to get back there and see what might occur next time.
Unfortunately, the vagaries of the British weather meant that the following Saturday was pouring with rain, and Rebecca spent a frustrating day marking test papers. But it was time well spent, as the Sunday started dry, although overcast. Just after lunchtime, Rebecca headed back to the car park, but found it deserted, and her heart sank a bit.
Walking out and along the beach, things did not improve as there was a cooling wind blowing in off the sea. Even Rebecca would have thought twice about stripping off in weather like this, so she kept her shorts and t-shirt on over her bikini.
Finding the beach deserted, and not really wanting to hang about, Rebecca decided to head into the dunes just to see what might be back there. The dunes were covered with thick Marram grass and Sea Buckthorn, however, obvious and substantial paths headed off the beach following the lower contours of the dunes.
Taking one of these paths, Rebecca soon found it splitting in several directions, and as she followed the first of these, she suddenly came across a large clearing in a depression amongst the dunes.
Now, Rebecca understood where the two couples she had seen the previous week may have been heading. She continued to wander through the dunes, following the paths and discovered almost a dozen other such clearings and Rebecca's mind began to imagine the different sexual activities that might take place in these areas.
She must have walked for a good couple of miles before she decided she'd better head back. The weather had improved and there were patches of blue appearing amongst the large puffy white clouds and the temperature was beginning to rise. Enough that she was willing to remove her t-shirt and shorts and stuffed them in her beach bag.
She dropped back down onto the beach as the walking would be easier and had covered almost half a mile when she spotted figures in the distance, and she smiled. Someone else had the same idea as herself.
Little more than a minute later, and Rebecca was still several hundred yards away from the others when they suddenly took a detour and headed up into the dunes. Rebecca was intrigued, but did think that perhaps they were doing up there to get a little more shelter from the cooling breeze.
She thought nothing more of it and walked for another ten minutes until she came across the footprints of the other couple as they headed of into the dunes. She stopped and her eyes followed them up into the mounds of sand and marram grass.
Then she remembered what Fiona had said, and also the two couples she had seen the previous week. She got a little more interested and surprisingly felt her pussy begin to tingle. She had no idea who the couple were, they had been too far away to make out any detail. It could have been Nigel and Charlie for all she knew, and that intrigued her as well.
Her mind was made up, she started to follow the footprints.
The path zig-zagged round the bottom of the dunes, and Rebecca reckoned she had maybe travelled about a hundred yards before she suddenly stopped when she heard excited voices ahead of her.
Now she was suddenly rooted to the spot. What was she doing? Why had she followed them? She had known that she might find them having sex, hidden from sight. So why had she done it? Did she actually want to watch them?
Even these irrational thoughts flashing through her head were making her pussy tingle.
Yes, she did! She wanted to see them, whoever they were, having sex! And this excited her. It must have been her own lack of sex and what she had seen on this very same beach just the previous week.
Her decision was made.
Slowly she stepped forward, there was a bend in the path just ahead and Rebecca thought that the voices she could hear were coming from there, and she didn't want to blunder into whatever was happening.
As she moved further round the bend, the space opened up to produce a hollow, and this was where Rebecca imagined they would be, but the grass was too long to see clearly, she would need to get closer.
She began to crouch, to keep below the level of the grass, and shuffled forward a bit further, keeping her eyes focussed towards the hollow.
Then she saw a towel, or blanket, she wasn't sure. And beside it was a beach bag, she knew she was close.
Now inching forward, she had no idea what she would find, she still smiled at the thought that it could be Nigel and Charlie, and if it was, she was happy at the thought of joining them, especially after what she had seen and heard from Fiona.
Another couple of inches and the first body started to come into sight and Rebecca sighed and drew breath. Another couple of inches and things became more apparent.
This first body was kneeling on the towel, and it was a female, as she knelt, Rebecca had a side view of her and could see her proud breasts jutting out from her chest, as her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders and halfway down her back.
Rebecca was now desperate to find out who this woman's partner was.
Another couple of inches and Rebecca gasped.
Standing in front of the woman, with his hands on his hips, was the darkest black man Rebecca had ever seen, and she'd seen a few whilst she'd been at university. She'd even fucked a few.
The contrast in skin colours was vivid. The woman wasn't lily white; she was tanned, and bikini tan lines were obvious, but her partner was like a chiselled piece of ebony.
The woman's head was buried in the man's crotch, and it didn't take much imagination to work out what she was doing, with her hands also resting at the top of the man's thighs.
Rebecca was still moving forwards slightly, still partly hidden behind a tall stand of grass, but trying to get a slightly clearer view, but her eyes never left the scene in front of her.
The man then let out a very audible groan and tipped his head back, his eyes closed as he thrust his hips forward. The woman moved back as well, obviously she had enough in her mouth as it was, without having more forced in.
However, as the man straightened again, but the woman didn't follow him, and a long thick black shaft became visible to Rebecca, and she squealed, before slapping her hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle herself.
But her little noise was heard, and with a very quick subtle glance, the black man spotted her but said nothing, returning his attention back to his partner. But he gave himself a little smirk, they had a watcher.
This knowledge changed the man's intentions. He had been willing to allow his partner to continue sucking his cock, she was very good at it, he would also have been willing to fill her mouth and throat with his spunk, so he would be able to fuck her for longer, but if someone else might join them, he wanted too save himself.
The woman bobbed her head back and forwards a couple more times, exposing at least six inches of the thick black rod, then she released it from her mouth and sat back on her heels, and Rebecca could see the full magnificence of the penis.
Rebecca still had her hand covering her mouth, which was just a well, as she almost sobbed with pleasure, and she dropped her hand down to her crotch and pressed firmly on her pubic mound albeit through her bikini bottoms.
"That was fabulous, Honey," came the deep resonant voice, "My turn now, let's get your legs open," he instructed.
The woman moved to lie back on the towel, and Rebecca got her first look at her face, and she almost gasped out loudly again. The couple were possibly fifteen yards away, but from where she knelt, Rebecca was convinced that the woman looked to be in her mid-forties, whereas her lover looked much younger, possibly even in her early twenties.
Rebecca was stunned by the apparent age gap, although she did have to remember that she was still some distance from them!
The woman propped herself on her elbows and raised her knees before spreading them wide. A huge smile broke out on the black man's face and Rebecca was almost blinded by the two rows of bright white teeth that shone back at her.
Taking a step back, the black man dropped to his knees, then bent at the hips and buried his face into her crotch. Within seconds the woman tilted her head back and groaned before lowering it again and looked down her body at what her lover was doing.
Long black arms snaked through under her legs, then curled round so that the hands could grasp firmly onto the woman's firm breasts. The way they stood proud on her chest and her perceived age, Rebecca was pretty sure they had been augmented to some extent, but Rebecca wasn't going to hold that against her.
Within minutes the woman was squirming and wriggling about on the towel, her hips jerking, and little pants and squeals and murmurings were coming from her mouth. This guy was obviously very experienced with his tongue, on top of being very well-endowed.
By now Rebecca had stuffed a hand down into her bikini bottoms. The gusset of her small black panties was soaking, and her fingers were soon slipping through her goo, searching out her hole.
Another thirty seconds and the woman began wailing as her hips bucked.
"FUCK! YES JOE! I'M CUMMING!" she screamed, as the black guy moved a hand from her breast to her mouth to try and stifle her shouts. The woman tossed her head about trying to move the hand as her body continued to thrash around, the man keeping his head firmly between her thighs, licking her clit.
"NOOOOO! STOP!" she panted, "Pleeeeease...,!"
The guy raised his head and glanced around hurriedly, as if looking if anyone had heard them, but was really checking to see if Rebecca was still there, then looked along the woman's body. Her stomach and chest were heaving as she panted and gasped, trying to regain her breathing.
