Chapter Two (Her Story): What Happened At The Beach
I have written this in response to several E mails, interested to hear Anne's experiences in her own words, read his version first.
It had been one of the most sexually liberating experiences of my life, touching and stroking this young man, exerting complete control as I brought him slowly to orgasm as my husband watched from only a few yards away. I wasn't particularly attracted to him, I love my husband and never look at other men as a rule, but it was incredibly erotic and very sexy. I think I have always known that I had a bit of a dark side I have many fantasies, most of which I am able to share with Greg. Before we had got together, I had only slept with a few men and none of them could make me cum, a pleasure reserved for my regular fantasy driven masturbation sessions. We seemed to click, almost straight away and the first time we made love I came twice. This seemed to flick a switch inside me, after that I came easily all the time, usually many times in a session and even discovered the absolute delight of a multiple orgasm. That evening as I stared at his cock in my hand, feely wonderfully dirty, I was constantly on the verge of orgasm, not quite getting there. When he stroked my thigh, I wanted to grab his hand and push it between my legs but something kept me from loosing my inhibitions completely, not knowing how Greg would react was a big factor.
When it was over and I saw Greg's face I was concerned that I'd gone too far, I suspected that he'd been turned on, but struggled to get his head round it. However the childish way he behaved, seemingly trying to punish me for something that he had all but asked me to do, made me seethe.
We had a terrible row the morning after; I was so angry I gathered up a few things and stormed off, not really sure where I was going to go.
As I left the room, Marie was just leaving hers, I was not in the mood for small talk but Marie stopped to chat.
"Are you ok?" she asked obviously sensing my distress.
"Had a bit of a row with Greg this morning, that's all" I confessed, "just need a bit of space" I smiled weakly.
She put her arm round me "come with us down to the beach for a bit, it's a lovely morning, let him sweat for a bit, Dave's just bringing our stuff out now"
I didn't really want to but she was very persuasive, so I agreed.
"I'll need to pop back for a few things though"
"No you won't" she admonished me "I'll nip in, tell Dave to pack another towel"
She nipped back into the room while I waited outside, it hadn't been the towel I was thinking of, I was only wearing shorts, T-shirt, sunglasses and a tiny pair of string panties. They both came out of the room a moment later; Dave's face was beaming.
"Morning Anne, didn't recognise you with your clothes on" he joked. I smiled back, a little puzzled at the comment, I suppose he was used to seeing me in my tiny bikini bottoms.
"Glad to see you've decided to leave your husband behind and join us," he continued, probably trying to lift my spirits, but still as subtle as a Sherman tank.
We chatted, during the 20-minute walk along the shoreline, they were good company and Dave made me laugh, even if his comments and observations were not always in the best of taste. They held hands all the way there and touched at every opportunity, it was very nice and they were obviously very close. I observed them both as we walked, Marie was very attractive and petite, while Dave was a big man, carrying a little too much weight, with what you would flatteringly call, rugged good looks. I would not have originally put them together, but I could see now why she would be attracted towards him.
I was a little puzzled at the length of our walk as the beach we had visited previously was no more than 5 minutes away from the villa, however it was a pleasant walk and I was feeling better. We couldn't see the beach now; it was separated from the road by a continuous growth of bamboo type stick-ups, I queried this with Marie.
"Don't worry, there's a path through to the dunes on the other side, its nice and quiet, we could have walked along the beach to the end but this is easier" she replied.
Sure enough we came to a footpath and turned onto it, at the end it opened out into the dunes, there was a painted sign just in front of the dunes depicting two costumed bathers with a cross painted across both.
"Err, is this a nudist beach" I asked no one in particular as I stared at the sign.
"Did Marie forget to mention?" replied Dave. I looked at him; he knew very well that Marie hadn't mentioned it and his very wide smile confirmed this.
"Don't worry, its more of a clothing optional" said Marie trying to reassure me "keep yours on, its not compulsory, its just a nice quiet spot," I feigned indignation, but was actually quite looking forward to it.
We clambered over the dunes and onto a beautiful sandy cove, of about fifty yards in length, separated from the rest of the beach by a large rocky outcrop. There was probably only half a dozen couples on the whole of the beach, after all it was still pretty early in the day, and as we walked along it I could see that most of them were nude.
"Lets go down to the bottom," suggested Marie "probably a little bit more secluded" obviously thinking of me. We walked down to the end, it was quite rocky and Marie rounded a couple of big boulders onto an empty patch of sand right at the waters edge. It was a lovely spot, very private, we placed all of our towels down side by side, Dave at one end, Marie in the middle and myself at the other end. Not sure what to do I sat down on my towel, Marie pulled off her T shirt to reveal just a pair of tiny bikini bottoms, tied at the sides, she reached for the cords, paused and looked at me.
"You don't mind do you?"
"Not at all" I replied truthfully. She undid the cords and whipped of the tiny costume to reveal a completely shaved pussy mound and an all over tan, she placed them in her bag and sat down next to me, popped her glasses back on then lay down. I pulled off my own shirt to expose my breasts and undoing the buttons on my denim shorts slid them off whilst still sat down. I lay back, now just wearing my panties, no less covered than when I wore my G-string I suppose, but they were very sheer and being very soft material tended to disappear between my pussy lips. While Dave was looking away I glanced down to check, the outline of my pussy was clearly defined. I watched Dave from behind my sunglasses, he wouldn't be able to tell if my eyes were open or not. His physique wasn't a patch on Gregg's, but I was still inquisitive as to what he looked like naked. He pulled off his shirt and threw it onto the towel, he was probably in better condition than I'd first thought, he was big but solid not fleshy, probably had a very good shape a few years back. He glanced towards me as he fingered the cord on his shorts, he was also wearing glasses so I couldn't really determine if he was staring directly at me or not. I didn't move my head, as he appeared to look me up and down, probably checking out my barely covered pussy. He had a smile on his face as he undid the cord and slowly eased his shorts down, all the time looking me up and down. Surely he couldn't tell I was staring back, if he could he didn't care as he slowly and seemingly deliberately exposed more and more of his cock until it finally popped into view, before letting his shorts fall to the floor. He picked them up and put them along with his shirt into Marie's bag allowing me a good look. His cock was quite large, circumcised, neatly trimmed and tanned. He rummaged around in the bag and produced a bottle of oil, before standing back up in the same spot. He spent a couple of minutes applying the oil to his upper torso.
"What are you doing that for" Marie asked "We put it on before we came out"
"I know" he replied with a mischievous grin "but I think I missed a few bits" he then started to rub the oil into his cock, "trouble is, I don't think I've brought a big enough bottle."
"You wish, it shouldn't need more than a cap full" she replied before turning over onto her stomach and saying to me.
"Men, if only their cocks were as big as their ego's" I laughed at that.
"Marie?"
"What now?" she replied
"Can you give me a hand, I don't think I can reach all the way to the end."
We both burst out laughing.
"You're not offended are you?" she asked me.
"Not at all" I replied, "makes me laugh."
"I think I'll go for a dip" Dave told us "bit of a walk, perhaps, while you two chat."
"Check out naked babes, you mean" replied Marie "You've just spent five minutes rubbing oil on your bits, now your going to wash it all off"
"I know, when I come back its going to need to be done all over again" he replied with a real dirty grin "so I'll be looking for volunteers," with the emphasis on the plural.
"I'm sure we'll be trampled in the rush" she replied sarcastically "then followed up with "tell you what big boy, bring us an ice cream back and we will see what we can do."
"Brilliant" he replied, then scooping his shorts up into his hand "see you later" he set off.
"Hey" I said to her "what's with the "we," questioning her own emphasis on the plural.
"Don't worry, where is he going to find ice cream on a nudist beach"
I had a little bit more confidence in Dave's determination than she appeared to have.
"Any way" she turned towards me "would you mind?"
I didn't expect that, I looked at her.
"Wouldn't you?"
She shrugged,
"We saw you last night"
"What do you mean" my heart rate must have shot up.
"By the pool"
"Christ, what did you see?"
"When we were on our way back to the room last night, we could hear noises at the pool, so nipped up to have a look hoping it was kids skinny dipping."
"Hoping?"
"Yea, its not just Dave that likes looking at naked bodies you know, why do you think we come down here, we nearly always end up having sex in one form or another, even if its only a sneaky fumble."
