The last of the sunlight faded at the horizon with shimmers of silver across the water as they walked along the beach. They were about a mile from their hotel where they started. The scene was typical of a movie; the couple walking hand in hand and overdressed for a beach stroll, the sunset, the sandpipers running along the water line. They decided to head the opposite direction and continue their walk heading towards their hotel and Quinn's, the little Tiki Bar just off the beach.
This was their first trip together to the ocean, the last stretch of beach on the gulf coast of Florida, north of Key West. It was warm and breezy just like he imagined it would be. He stopped to pick up a shell that caught his eye. As he stood up he noticed her dress was being carried by the wind, almost as if to tease him. She let it float in the failing light, knowing that there was no one nearby and enjoying the anonymity of their surroundings. He could just make out the black thong he caught in fleeting glimpses as the coastal breeze played with her dress. Even though he had watched her getting dressed that afternoon, and knew there was a matching black bra still hidden by the flowing dress she wore to dinner, it was more exciting to see her like this.
They had been together for nearly two decades. Children, nearly raised and on their own, bills to pay, arguments to apologize for, and all the trappings of daily life. For all their routines, they never lost sight of their love and attraction for each other. Now in his mid 40s, he felt like he had finally grown into the man he was meant to be. He never understood how he was so lucky to have found her, let alone have her fall in love with him and spend their lives together. She was 6 years younger but seemed more like a girl in her 20s. Not just her appearance, but her lust for life. They found themselves getting more into sex and erotica now that their focus was more as a couple and less as parents.
He returned to her side and instead of reaching for her hand, he helped to control the lift of her dress. He controlled it by cupping his hand gently under her bottom.
"I just want make sure you don't catch a chill." He said with a smile.
"Ahhh, I see. What would I ever do without you?" She replied, also smiling.
"You'd be left to pass the time with a vibrator instead of a fine specimen of manhood like me." He said, puffing out his chest in his best impersonation of a chiseled body builder. This was comical because he wasn't fat but he was far from anything that looked like a body builder.
"Mmmmm, my vibrator..." She whispered, as she gazed across the ocean.
"Hey! I'm right here you know." He feigned hurt.
They both began to laugh and then exchanged a quick kiss as the moon created a slight halo of light around the dark condos to their left.
Continuing their walk it was she who fell behind slightly as she stopped for a moment. He assumed it was because she saw a shell or something of interest. When she caught back up to him, she pushed something into his pants pocket.
"Hold on to these for me." She said.
He reached into his pocket and felt the unmistakable texture of her lace thong. He immediately found it harder to walk as his blood was redirected from his brain to his penis. She took advantage of his change in gait to walk ahead of him again and yet again the breeze playfully raised her dress. This time however, he was unable to see as much because of the lack of contrast from the missing thong. Only one thing to do! He thought as he quickened his step. He caught up to her and as the dress floated up he quickly returned his hand to her bottom. Now there was no cloth between his hand and her and she shuddered at the slight chill of his hand on her butt. She dropped her hand to feel if he was hard although she instinctively knew the answer.
He looked up and down the beach to see if anyone else was around. Just as before, they were nearly alone, except for a few other couples more than a hundred yards away and seeming to be heading away from them. He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. She melted into him as she returned his kiss. Their lips sealed themselves together as their tongues began to caress each other. His hands moved down and worked the dress up and out of the way so that he could explore her skin as they kissed. She felt him, rock hard, through his pants. Their lips parted as he kissed his way down her neck. She peeled her dress from her shoulders and flipped her strapless bra down to give him unbridled access to her eager nipples.
His mouth trailed down and caught her right nipple. She tossed her head back and held his bald head close to her chest as she felt his tongue swirl in circles. She loved the way he tried to devour her breasts, one at a time. She felt a tingle radiate down her body and between her legs. She could feel her growing wetness and wanted to be touched, or kissed, or bitten but down there. He could feel her legs spread slightly which conveyed her plight.
He lowered her to the sand and continued to make a snack of her beautiful breasts. His hands were pushing her dress up to expose her warm wet lips to the sweet ocean wind. This is what she wanted. She felt his fingers slide up and down her thighs as her nipples were repeatedly nibbled by his mouth. She alternated between caressing and clutching his head as she felt the fire build inside her. As his hands moved to her inner thighs, she parted her legs to give him unrestrained access to her wanting, moist mound. He worked to tease and prolong her anticipation.