I hadn't been to the beach in awhile. Don't know why, since I live so close and I really love it. It's just a half hour drive from where I live.
But a girlfriend and I were talking the other day and she lamented how she loved the beach, but never seemed to have the time to go. So, I got inspired and took the bull by the horns (this is Texas, after all).
"Alright girlfriend, that settles it; we're going to the beach! Are you working everyday this week?" I asked her.
"Ah, I'm off Wednesday," she said.
"I'll pick you up at nine. The water's probably too chilly to swim, but we can soak up some sun. Bring a bikini anyway; you never know," I instructed. "And no arguments - you're going and that's that."
I'm not sure if she really wanted to go, or if I just bullied her into it. But, come Wednesday, I picked Jess up at nine, as promised.
I brought a large tote bag with beach blankets, drinks and a few snacks. I'd thrown it in the back of my Jeep, and later, hauled the bag out when we parked near the beach access point. Galveston Island is pretty built up with non-stop cottages and tourist crap. So, I drove us further south; to about halfway to Surfside Beach. The span of beach and dunes in between the two communities was, and still is, virtually deserted; no cottages, no businesses, just beach and sand dunes.
"Oh this is marvelous," Jess said, as we exited the Jeep.
With my tote in hand, I said, "let's walk down the beach a ways; find a nice secluded spot ... maybe even sunbath nude."
I gave Jess a sly grin.
"Oh Joan, I don't know ... I've never, ah, you know ..."
"Listen honey, there's no one around for miles. Kids are in school, so on a Wednesday, we won't see a soul. I promise. So let's be adventurous; live a little," I told her.
We had walked, maybe ten minutes, when I stopped and looked around scanning the dunes.
"This is perfect. Let's go up this dune and see if we can find some privacy nestled between this one and that one over there," I said, indicating the next dune over.
As with so much of American coastal dunes, ours, here in south Texas, are covered in sea oats which help preserve the dunes. They grow in large clumps but leave a lot of open sand amongst the dunes. When we reached the top, I pointed down the slope on the backside to a hollow between the dunes. Heading that way, I dragged Jess by the wrist.
"This will be perfect," I said.
Opening my tote, I retrieved two extra large beach towels and spread them out.
"Here, put the bag on the corner. It'll keep the wind from blowing the towel away," I told Jess.
As Jess smoothed out the beach towels, I stood and pulled my tank top up over my head. I was wearing a rather skimpy bikini underneath. I hooked my thumbs in the elastic of my mini skirt and pulled it down, as well. My bikini bottoms came off with the skirt and dropped to the beach towel. I reached back and pulled the string of my bikini top and tossed it on top of my skirt.
I noticed Jess looking a little sheepish at my disrobing. We've been pretty good friends for awhile; played golf, had wine in the clubhouse after, and gotten together for coffee a number of times. But, we haven't been what I'd call intimate friends. I mean, I really liked Jess and I thought she liked me. But, I realized at that moment, I might be putting our friendship in jeopardy.
It dawned on me too, that perhaps I was being a bit too ... hmmmm ... brazen, perhaps? But really; that's just me, I'm that way with everyone. I truly hoped she was up for the challenge of ... me!
"Come on girl, get naked. You're not shy are you girl? Here let me help you."
Brazenly, (there's that word again) I reached over and pulled Jess's blouse up over her head only to discover no bikini, no bra, just beautiful bare breasts.
"Oh my," I said. "You're absolutely gorgeous, honey. Come on then, off with the skirt too."
But Jess seemed reluctant.
"I'm not wearing panties," she admitted, bashfully.
"Well, that's the whole idea," I said as I (brazenly) yanked her skirt down onto the towel, and giggled.
"Oh my. You're about the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," I gushed, and she blushed. She had a neatly trimmed red bush that was sexy as all get out! (All get out...that's a Texas thang).
It was fairly obvious that Jess was shy about being naked, so I sought to put her at ease as best I could.
"Here, lie on your tummy on this towel here, and let me apply some suntan lotion to your back.' I said.
"Well, OK, I guess," she replied, still sounding unsure.
Lying down, she seemed to exhibit less anxiety about her body being exposed. I retrieved a large bottle of hi-test sunscreen from my tote, which is a must in the brutal Texas sun, and squirted a healthy amount onto the palm of my hand to warm it. Don't you just hate it when someone squirts cold lotion on your back?
I began to apply the lotion to Jess's shoulders and neck, working it in; almost as if I were giving her a massage. I pulled her fabulous long red hair out of the way and started rubbing the lotion in. First, her neck and shoulders, then down her back to her shoulder blades; my thumbs kneading her muscles along the way. Then, lower to the middle of her back; and then, lower still. I gasped when I noticed just how shapely and absolutely lovely her butt cheeks were,
"Everything alright?" Jess asked when she heard my sudden intake of breath.
"Ah, yeah ... just need some more lotion, babe," I said, sort of breathlessly.
I repeated the warming process, squirting lotion in my hands, then commenced applying it to her luscious ass cheeks. I worked the lotion slowly into her beautiful skin. Starting at the top, then, sliding my hands around to the sides; then working back along the bottom of her cheeks until my hands met in the middle. I repeated this several times; still massaging her muscles in the process. Jess moaned.
"Mmmm ... that feels so nice," she said and squirmed a little.
"Glad you like it. You get to do me next," I responded.
I warmed more lotion in my hands and started on the backs of her legs, working all the way down to her ankles; covering the bottoms of her feet, as well.
