It was late in the afternoon. I was on a business trip in southern California and my meetings were over. I decided to go for a walk on the beach. Since I was in California and no one knew me I wore my Speedo.
About ten minutes into my walk I noticed a beautiful brunette in a powder blue bikini playing in the surf. Her face was lovely and the rest of her matched perfectly. Full breasts, sculpted shoulders, a narrow waist, and a pear shaped ass.
I couldn't help but stare. Because she was so beautiful my staring caused my cock to grow and she noticed. She looked at me like I was a pervert. You know the look. All beautiful women can do it. It's like, "Ok, you think I'm sexy. Just get out of my face."
I said,. "I'm sorry, I apologize for staring. You are just so pretty I couldn't help myself. Please forgive me."
To my surprise her face softened immediately and she said, "Oh, that's OK. Thanks for the complement."
Hmmmm, I thought. She doesn't want to kill me. "Your welcome," I said, "but complements are all I can think of when I look at you. Are you here alone?"
"No," she replied, "that's my husband over there. We're here on vacation. We don't live far from here but decided to spend the weekend at the beach." Just then a huge wave came crashing into her. It pulled the top of her bikini aside just enough for me to catch a glimpse of one glorious nipple. She recovered quickly and readjusted her top but when she looked back at me she knew what I had seen and blushed slightly.
I said, "Don't be embarrassed. You are beautiful and should be proud of your breasts."
"I'm not embarrassed, she replied, "I just don't normally flash strangers on the beach."
"My name is Doug", I said, "What's yours?"
"Jade"
"OK, now we're not strangers so you can flash me all you want." Her response was the most delightful giggle I've ever heard. It seemed to start in her sexy tummy and work its way up through her pouty lips. Suddenly she seemed to realize she was flirting.
"Well", she said, "It was nice meeting you. I'd better get back to my husband."
"Why? Would it bother him that we're talking?"
"Of course it would," she said, "I'm his wife."
"Are you sure?", I teased, "Some men like it when their wife flirts a little."
At this she tilted her head to one side in a thoughtful pose. "You know," she said, "he has made a few comments. Maybe he would like to see me tease another man. Would you like to find out?"
All I could say was, "Jade, I would love to be the test case."
She turned gracefully and looking at me over her shoulder she said, "Let's move a little closer to him and see what happens."
By this point "No" wasn't in my vocabulary so I followed her down the beach. "That's my husband.", she said, pointing to a good looking guy in a lounge chair. Just as she pointed he looked up. They waved at each other and he looked a little curious to see a handsome man in a Speedo standing next to his wife. He didn't stand up but he did sit up a little in his chair.
"Well," said Jade, "I guess we have his attention. Now what?"