It was a long awaited two week escape for my wife Macy and me. We didn't go far just a two hour drive to the New Jersey shore, but we had planned it for months. We both needed to get away from the daily grind of high pressure jobs and deadlines that was killing us both. We just wanted to relax and enjoy the sun sea and sand. What we hadn't counted on was the heat wave that now gripped the coast, making the beach oppressive.
Even the nights were sweltering. The air was heavy and still. Like being wrapped in a warm wet blanket. There was no relief unless you were indoors with the air conditioner on full blast.
In spite of the extreme conditions we sat on the deck of our rented beach house sipping cool drinks as the relentless afternoon heat put an end to any thoughts of high activity. Our one hope was that the night would bring with it a cooling ocean breeze, but as the shadows grew longer and evening edged closer it was still 102 degrees.
I sat and watched as a bead of sweat ran down the side of Macy's neck. Down over the contours and curves of her chest finally disappearing into the cavernous cleavage between her beautiful tan bikini covered breasts. The thin yellow material of her top stretched tightly over her soft mounds.
Her breathing was deep, and her skin glistened. She had a distant, far away look in her eyes as she lifted her sunglasses to the top of her head and with a wistful look gazed out surveying the beach. As if she was looking for something she had lost, or perhaps she was just thinking of a simpler more care free time. What ever it was it had the full focus of her attention.
I watched her, and attempted to follow her gaze.
Surfers skillfully carved the late afternoon swells, while children ran ahead of their parents through the wash of the waves looking for shells. Two teenage boys showing off for their girlfriends sprinted across the hot sand, and dove headlong into the curl of an oncoming wave. The girls followed with a skipping running step, laughing and squealing as they entered the ocean splashing the boys. Off shore, sea birds circled a fishing boat looking for scraps of the catch as it headed back to port. While on the beach a young couple kissing in a passionate embrace in the shade of their umbrella almost goes unnoticed.
As Macy scanned the beach there was a physical change in her. A soft smile drew across her pink lips, and her shoulders relaxed. The wistful far away gaze was replaced by a more playful impish look as she turned glancing at me, with a sly sexy smile. It was like the weight of the world was lifted off her. All the restrictions, pressures, and inhibitions that bound her in her everyday life were melting away in the furnace like heat. The lines between love and lust, reality and fantasy, normal and abnormal were all blurred like the rippling heat waves of a distant mirage.
Without so much as a word Macy stood and went in to get dressed for our night out. My wife is an account manager for a brokerage firm so almost all of her wardrobe is quite reserved: always business, never casual at work. Even when she is at home working in the yard, or sitting by the pool, she worries what the neighbors might think if she wore something to sexy.
She wasn't always like that though. When we first got married she wore sexy more revealing clothes. She use to love turning heads, and I loved her doing it, but the demands and responsibilities of her job have seemed to repressed that part of her personality. She always said, "I wanted to be noticed for my intellectual abilities not my sexual proclivities, or my bra size." It's kind of a shame because Macy has both brains and beauty.
Allow me to explain. Macy is 5'7" tall with shoulder length blonde hair, ice blue eyes, full lips, and fine facial features. She takes good care of herself and it shows. She has strong well defined legs that lead up to a beautiful peach shaped ass. She has a slender waist with a nice flat but not hard stomach. All topped off by the most beautiful set of 36dd tits that I have ever seen in my life.
Like I said Macy usually plays down her looks. Tonight, we were away from neighbors and coworkers, or anybody that might know us. I tried to encourage her to relax and let go. After all, that's why we were on vacation. We were supposed to be enjoying ourselves.
We were planning to go out have a nice dinner and then head for one of our favorite beach bars. We planned to enjoy the night dancing, and having a few drinks. We'd play and have fun well into the hours we'd normally be charging up for the next day. Little did we know how the charge from this night would energize us both.
As Macy stepped out of the bathroom, and I saw just how much repression had burned away. From where I sat the first thing I noticed were her long beautiful legs stacked on a pair of high heels. Her toned tan thighs disappeared into a pair of shorts that framed her ass like a masterpiece. Her top was a midriff tee shirt that showed off most of her flat stomach. Her full breasts flared the shirts bottom edge away from her body and the way it draped, I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. Across the front of the shirt in bold script was one word HEAVEN. She looked at me and smiled and asked "do I look alright?" All I could say was "wow you look great." She looked damn sexy and she knew it!
It was all I could do to restrain myself from taking her right then and there. I love it when Macy doesn't wear a bra when we go out, but usually my requests for her to do so were met with a firm rebuke. Tonight I didn't want to give her a chance to reconsider her decision so I quickly ushered her out the front door and to the car. I opened the car door for her, and gave her a kiss. Macy eased herself onto the passenger seat and I glanced down at her one more time before closing the door. She looked up at me with a bright and knowing smile. As I walked around the car all I could think was, God I love this woman!
Dinner went well. The food was good, and we got great service from the young college guy that was our waiter. Although, he seemed to be serving Macy more then me. He always made sure her water glass was full, and we promptly had what ever we needed. I'm sure the great service had nothing to do with the fact that the cool air of the restaurant had Macy's nipples fully erect and straining against the thin fabric of her top. Forming two very evident prominent peaks on her voluptuous breasts.
Macy and I both knew why it was so easy for her to get the waiters undivided attention. She even teased him about looking at her tits as he told us about the dessert specials. When he had finished the list of desserts Macy looked up at him with her big blue eyes, and asked in a soft sweet, but still some what indignant voice. "Excuse me,... but what are you looking at?" As she leaned back in her chair distracting him even further.
The poor kid was shocked that he had been caught obviously looking at her breasts, and thought fast. "Your shirt, I..." He stammered forcing a half smile, sure he was going to be in trouble. "I ... I was just reading it. Heaven kinda says it all ya know?"
I just smiled and looked at Macy, and said "Yeah it does."
Macy gave me a look and tried not to smile to broadly. She took pleasure from knowing the effect she was having on both the waiter and me.
We sat there for a while, had our desserts and coffee. Then we had an after dinner drink as we watched the sun set from the restaurant balcony. The reds oranges and lavender hues streaked the western sky, giving a soft glow to Macy's skin, as we looked out over the bay towards the distant mainland. I stood behind her and kissed her neck as the last bright rays of light faded beyond the horizon. As the harsh light of day gave way to the increasing shroud of night, and we decided to make our way to the beach bar a few blocks away.
We opted to walk the few blocks instead of driving, and I'm glad we did. It gave me the chance to watch Macy as we walked. With each step her full beautiful breasts would bounce and sway, her shapely legs giving her hips a nice switch with the rhythm of each strong graceful stride. She was beauty in motion. It was like watching a well choreographer seductive dance. I just never seem to get tired of seeing her this way. So sexy, self assured and self confident.
