Part 3: A Day at the Beach
It was a hot day in August, the kind that brings people to the beautiful beaches on Long Island.
I and Sandy packed beach equipment after the usual early-morning breakfast of coffee, eggs, and...pussy.
Yes, it's become standard procedure for us to have oral sex to start each day. I brush my teeth *before* oral sex, rather than afterwards, because I want the taste of her pussy to linger in my mouth.
Sandy held up some things from the toy bag. "Should I pack strap-ons along with the towels and suntan lotion, Beth?"
"Sure, I replied, "maybe we'll get a chance to use them, you hot bitch."
"I'll take that as a compliment," she said.
"I meant it that way. I'm very happy with you, lover."
We embraced and kissed before continuing to pack.
I drove while Sandy played with my tits. It's hard to concentrate on the road that way, but it wasn't so bad because it was Tuesday, when the roads aren't busy heading out to the Island. Weekends are hell, with heavy traffic and crowded beaches.
"Think we can find a private spot?" Sandy asked.
"I think so, hon. I'd like to take everything off and work on my tan."
The parking lot at Jones Beach wasn't crowded when we pulled in. I figured that we could walk to isolated dunes, remove our bathing suits, and have fun while enjoying the sun.
We carried our beach bags away from the parking area and into the dunes.
"Do they allow nude bathing here?" she asked, as we walked.
"Nope."
"But you just said..."
"Sandy, I don't give a shit about the stupid regulations. Nobody will know what we're doing back in here. Get your clothes off, and hand me the suntan lotion."
Not surprisingly, after baking for a while in the hot sun, Sandy pulled out a strap-on and used it on me. I lay back on the blanket and spread my legs for her. Since I introduced her to the joys of fucking with a strap-on, Sandy's become a fanatic. Don't get me wrong, I love to have her fuck me, and I do the same to her. Whoever invented the strap-on deserves a Goddam medal!
Before using the strap-on, she kissed my breasts and bit my nipples, not hard enough to cause real damage, but hard enough to make me squirm. I think there's a direct connection between my nipples and my pussy; I get wet whenever she does that to me.
As she fucked me with "Blue Boy", I heard a loud noise overhead. Squinting against the bright sun, I managed to make out a low-flying helicopter. The damn thing circled around us. I could make out a big camera pointed out the window. At first I figured it was some kind of weirdo, but a loudspeaker on the helicopter gave us the real story.
"This is Officer Williams in the chopper. You two are breaking the rules! Stop all such activity, put your clothes back on, and meet me at the parking lot."
"Beth, did that sound to you like a woman?" Sandy asked.
"I'm not sure. We'll find out soon enough."
As we approached the parking lot, a helicopter lifted off, leaving behind someone in a short-sleeved uniform. When we got close enough, I could tell that it was a woman cop. She stood there, waiting for us, impatient as hell. She was short and cute, with auburn hair. Another thing I noticed was well she filled the uniform.
"Come into the station, away from the crowd," she said, pointing to a small building.
"What's the problem?" I asked.
"We'll talk about it in here," she said, unlocking the door. Apparently it was a small police station, just for Jones Beach.
"What happened to the helicopter?" I asked. "Where is everybody else?"
"The pilot took the chopper back to Flight Operations. I'm working alone because it's a Tuesday." We followed her into the building.
I whispered to Sandy that I was uneasy about having broken some laws, but Sandy whispered back, "Let me handle her, OK?" She seemed very sure of herself, so I nodded 'yes' to her.
The lady cop started to give us a lecture, but Sandy interrupted her, "Excuse me, Officer. I see the name strip above your uniform pocket that says 'M. Williams'. What does 'M' stand for?"
"It stands for 'Maxine', but what business is it of yours?"
Sandy winked at me; she obviously enjoyed playing with the lady cop's mind.
"Nothing, Maxine", Sandy said. "I was just wondering. By the way, it's a pretty name - just like you."
I almost burst out laughing at the way Sandy was shamelessly playing with Maxine, who blushed. Maxine's lonely and not very sure of herself, I figured.
"Are you flirting with me?" Maxine asked.
Sandy answered: "Yes, I am flirting with you. Is that a problem, Officer?"
"I'm not sure what I should do to you, in response to such outrageous behavior. Maybe I'll write up a ticket for resisting arrest."
"Take your blouse off and show me your tits," Sandy said, as cool as could be. Again, she winked at me.
The lady cop obviously had no idea how to handle Sandy. "That's crazy; don't talk to me that way, you pervert."
"Officer, I'm not a pervert. You can ask my sis here if I'm a pervert. All I want you to do is show me your tits. That's not too much to ask for, is it?"
"Sis?" Maxine asked, clearly concerned about incest.
"Officer, she's not really my sister," Sandy replied. "We were sisters-in-law, when she was married to my brother. He's gone now, and we live together."
I didn't have any clue as to why Sandy felt she could get into Maxine's head, but she seemed very confident about getting Maxine to show her tits. Sometimes Sandy is a very strong woman, like the time she got me to suck her 'cock', the strap-on.
