Beth's First Time
Beth wasn't sure when the idea had entered her head but it leapt back out at her when she saw the black thong hanging amongst the tops. Someone had misplaced it for sure, it looked like someone's last minute decision to heed the sign that said "Turn Back Now" before exiting the dressing room with their bare ass exposed. They disappeared behind the door, perhaps on a dare and emerged the same person a moment later.
She told herself she was no different from such a woman. She wasn't the type to invite such attention. She was happily married and never counted herself different.
Well, with one exception.
Whether it was the color black, so different from the bright pastels her swimsuits always were or the thought of how wearing such a thing would expose her, it brought her back to making love to Glen with the lights off weeks before and a bold brush with fantasy. She was so utterly close to climax when one of the hands gripping the sheets slipped like an unexpected visitor back and her finger tip teased at the delicate rosebud of her ass and sent her body shuddering with release.
Glen said he had no idea what he did but he'd never seen her cum so hard in his life. He was too proud of himself and his gift as a lover for her to tell him it wasn't what he did, but her hand that sent her over the edge. That edge she had been dangling off of precariously for weeks now. An unspoken truth that tickled a part of her she thought most of her life should never be touched, let alone penetrated. It teased at some primal part of her, something the opposite of the woman she was told she was. It wasn't the way a proper lady would make love to her soulmate but the way a slave to one's desires was fucked by a stranger.
She eyed Glen across the store goggling the surfing equipment, unpursued dreams of a misplaced youth. She wondered if there was such a side to him. Such a secret. Perhaps even a selfish, malicious side that wished to take out on her body all of his unspoken desires. What she'd give to be hate fucked by that Glen, she thought, admiring his brawn from across the room. She had yet to find the key to unlock that version of her lover though. She could remember staring up into his eyes their first time and feeling heat bloom in places cold as he geysered into her. She'd never trusted anyone like Glen and never so much wanted strangely him to break that trust in one deliberate act of sexual deviance.
The part of her that moments later snuck the black garment back to the cashier and out to the car hid in plain sight as Glen returned empty handed but for a shirt with a kiteboard surfing across an orange horizon. He had ten or twelve such shirts by now. They existed in a sort of wardrobe purgatory for which none ever again saw the world of the living.
"Find anything...?" he smiled, placing the shirt on the counter in front of the cashier.
The tanned blonde girl behind the counter looked between the two of them, trying not to crack up.
"Maybe.." Beth smiled cheekily "Take me to the beach sometime and find out."
It upset Beth that it turned out to be almost three weeks later. Whether she undersold the mystery, he thought she was bluffing or he'd completely forgotten, time hadn't helped the itch fade from her mind or ache from her body. She'd spent too much of her free time admiring in the mirror with equal shock how the thong showed the roundness of her ass as no garment had before. Glen would either cum in his swimming trunks or scream at her to put something on. If the former, she could only imagine his reaction to the thought of taking her ass and if the latter, perhaps his contempt for flaunting her body in public would explode into a sexual fury at home.
Pulling in to park the car at the parking lot, she slipped on her sandals, grabbed her bag and towels and they descended the dunes onto the beach where to her unease a lot more people had staked out the sand.
This was gonna be a moment Glen would definitely never forget.
He'd failed to ask her when they laid at the blanket and sat down to admire the cerulean ocean why she was suddenly blushing. Thoughts were drifting through her head, moving with the ebb and flow of the tides. She saw herself on beach ahead of them, the light dancing over her skin, the warmth of the sun caressing parts forbidden. The blush bloomed hot behind her face as she stared ahead seeing what soon Glen would. Her skin tingled beneath her clothes as she sheepishly glanced back at Glen.
She wondered sometimes if he was somehow behind this. If he'd through sheer coyness orchestrated her descent into sin. Secretly even as she courted the sweetest gentleman she'd met she hoped for a day he would pull her strings the way he did in her own imagination. To show her the one side of himself he showed no one else. A selfish side. A pitiless and lustful side.
Beth held her breath as she slowly stood, her heart pounding as she lifted the rather plain green polo over her head, the cool salt air brushed her skin inciting gooseflesh. Her nipples puckered beneath the triangles of her top as the hem skirted over the swells of her breasts. Though not particularly buxom, the smaller than usual top displayed a tantalyzing even boisterous amount of "underboob" as the kids called it these days.
Her olive skin glowing against the amethyst linen, she lowered her arms, tossing away the shirt and moving her hands to unbutton her jean shorts. With a soft pop of brass and cotton, Beth bit into her lip, gripping it like a prayer against her heart, she slowly peeled the garment down her bare ass. It took time for Glen to register how little she was wearing, the wait doing things to her body she did not expect. Her skin prickled between the warm graze of the sun and the chilly caress of the wind, the sensations drifting beneath her skin made the slow reveal feel like she was a burlesque dancer performing for him.
Glen sighed like a man discovering his breath for the first time as the stonewashed linen drifted down to reveal the hills of her buttock naked beneath. The intake of air taking on a husky eagerness she did not know.
"Jesus...!" Glen spat, the swear sending a delightful shock of pleasure through her.
Beth smiled a minxish grin, the kind that made her feel a bit slutty. Her eyes turned to look back over her shoulder at her husband admiring the view.
Glen's face was a mixture of intrigue and something she could not read. She could see from the way he adjusted his legs it did have the desired effect. His cock stirring with life between his legs.
"You like?" Beth teased, dropping the denim shorts to her ankles and stepping out of them.
"...I'm speechless" Glen said blinking as though his eyes were deceiving him.
"Coming into the water...?"
"Umm.. " he smiled nervously, unsure of whether or not he should be enjoying the view so much "I think I'll just enjoy the view for now."
"Will you..?" Beth smirked, starting a slow saunter toward the rolling surf. She tried to appear unaware of how she must have looked or how alive she suddenly felt. Her heart was pounding fast, her senses prickling with the hint of desire.
There were other people and their voices teased at the strings suspending her in the moment, fraying the delicate braid of her composure. One in particular, a gruff wordless sigh of appeasement turned her head ever so slightly to her left.
For a half moment she almost thought she was seeing Glen out of the corner of her eye. Instead with a flirtacious flip of her hair, she realized she was gazing with longing back at a complete stranger.
The statuesque blonde man that sat in her husband's place wore an expression that on a man any less attractive made her skin crawl, oddly though his appraising gaze made her feel lightheaded, his eyes taking a particularly sumptuous sampling of her ass in the thong.
From this angle she could see Glen laying passively still on the blanket, an idea started to form in her head. Something mischievous that the longing looks of her admirer were emboldening her to indulge in.
Turning slowly Beth smirked back at the man who's admiring glare was boiling over into a leer. He had the sort of face that for its well chiseled shape, its lines and angles added up to a sort of self-assured cockiness that would have vexed her to no end in high school, the blonde jock who picked on her boyfriend while ogling her ass in gym class. A woman now with more adult sensibilities the coldness of the boy who had held onto his good looks well into his thirties held a strangely nostalgic charm. Whatever inner voice told her then that guys like this peaked in high school he had paid no mind to, sinew wove a tapestry beneath the forest of chest hair.
Ambling close to the handsome stranger, Beth feigned ignoring the blur resembling Glen at the corner of her eye. Conceit gleamed in the dark eyes of the man ogling her approach as she watched Glen squirm a little, his face too out of focus to see what was brewing. She suspected the tiniest bit of jealousy. A little bit of innocent flirtation wouldn't hurt, she thought, assuring herself it would instead stoke the fires for later. Seeing his wife like this, barely dressed, teasing a man she realized now could break Glen in half if he wanted to and what would or could he do to her..?
Beth did her best to stimy a quiver at the thought, regaining her composure before batting her eyelashes like a cartoon character at the man. She was sure she looked ridiculous, fake and uncomfortable but she pushed through it finding the feeling of his eyes on her body like a warm touch, the eyes that undressed her in gym shorts finding the woman time had ripened her into wearing barely anything at all.
"I like your outfit," he said, his voice husky, his grin turning wolfish.
