It had been a long full day. Teaching at the university had its pluses and minuses but one thing was for sure, the long days on your feet definitely wore you out. That was behind me now. There was still enough warmth in the air and sun in the sky to hit the beach and wind down. I knew the perfect place to get away from the crowds. It's a tiny little isolated beach tucked in between two large outcroppings of the rocky shore. A little local knowledge that I keep to myself. It's a bit of a scramble to get there but well worth it. I'd been dreaming of the sun's glow warming my naked body for days now. I had my bottle of wine. I had my favorite tanning oil. As I started to lay out my towel on the empty beach I realized I didn't even hate my body right now. The summer's training for the fall soccer season has paid off. I let my hands run up the sides of my taut stomach and slowly felt the heaviness of my breasts in the underside of each hand. I hesitated and then gave each nipple a playful long tug, perhaps enjoying the erotic feel of my nipples being stretched a little too long and a little too much. But damnit, there is nothing that compares with the feeling of warm sun beating down on hard nipples. But its time for my little ritual. I'm not one of those women who likes to primp and preen too much, but there is a time and a place to take care of your body. The oil I'd brought was a little splurge. Ghastly expensive, but its thick sensual feel combined with a smell that reminded me of the tropics after a monsoon shower made it irresistible.
My habit was to dab the oil in a spot and then work it into my skin with an almost religious zeal. Over and over until that one spot was aching from the attention. It caused each location I applied the oil to become alive and almost inflamed with sensation. The overall effect was to send me into sensory overload. I loved to lay on the beach afterwards, holding absolutely still and feeling my body tingle and throb while the sun beat down on my naked flesh. But today something was different. Instead of having each individual part of my body react to the massage, every touch seemed to cause a throbbing sensation in my loins. It could have been that I had just shaved this morning. I'd decided that I needed to break out of my regular habits. I decided to do something a little different and took the shaving a little further than usual. OK, I'd actually shaved every last hair I could find. Now I think I was paying the price. I'd forgotten the absolutely sensual feeling of newly naked skin. Throughout the day I'd secretly slipped my hand into my panties just to have the sensation of my fingers against that freshly naked skin. Now with no cloths on, it was almost as if the wind was trying to seduce me. Even the gentle breezes were causing my clit to become inflamed.
All right, maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the sensation of that warm oil permeating my body or maybe it was just the fact that I hadn't gotten laid in over a month, but my cunt had started to ache in a way that was not going to be ignored. A quick look around assured me that I was still alone. Well, I HAD missed a couple of spots with the oil. I laid flat on my back with the ocean at my feet. I teased myself with the oil, holding the bottle a good foot above my pussy and then letting it drop one golden drop at a time. I could watch each drop glisten and fall only to jump when the trajectory of the oil hit too close to my engorged button. Finally my hands moved to my stomach, spreading the oil over my inner thighs and lower belly. Teasing myself, playing with the moment I know was coming. I deep roar started inside my head when my fingers finally found my thick, full lips. It had taken me some time as an adolescent to come to grips with my physical body. I had always wanted to be delicate and girlish. My vulva and clit never fit my self-image properly, but as a woman I'd learned to embrace this part of me. My lips are large and when I'm turned on, my clitoris swells to the size of a small grape. And let me tell you, right now, I was TURNED ON. In the intensity of the moment I'd suddenly found myself in a place where I was using my forefinger and thumb to pull the hood of my clit back and forth, squeezing every so gently as I moved the tender pink skin up and down. My other hand was not so gentle. I was struggling to get a third finger deep inside myself. I had that feeling you get sometimes where you can just not be full enough. Each downward thrust made me feel more full and closer to extreme satisfaction. But a sudden sound made my heart drop into my stomach. It was a rock tumbling down the nearby hillside. Someone was coming.
