No one could deny that Marion and Piet Wouters had earned their time together after busy years bringing up their family of three children. They were off their hands now and were settled into only too normal and steady relationships, so they had no obligations to anyone but themselves. Many they knew would often say that they had never seen a couple still so obviously in love with each other.
Marion and Piet had moved out of the family home in the leafier suburbs of Alkmaar, bought a traditional thatch-roofed farm cottage, and modernised it to make a home for just the two of them.
Friends they had in abundance, and also the money to retire early when they had each turned sixty years old. They enjoyed good health and exercised regularly, both of them taking to their bicycle rather than the small hatchback car that they now drove and shared. Even that had been downsized from the large Mercedes that Piet had once used to get to work and travel about North Holland.
Now, and for once after many busy weeks, they had a free weekend and it could have been so easy to have a lie in, to have sex, and to let the day unfold slowly. But Marion had other ideas. They had woken early and, yes, they had enjoyed sex, but the sunshine that brightened their bedroom persuaded them to shower and get dressed; to gulp down some orange juice and nibble on a fruit and grain bar before they set off on their bicycles.
A late breakfast or early lunch would be taken in a beachside restaurant or café that was to be found at the end of the path that weaved through the dunes until you could gaze out over the North Sea.
The roads and cycleways weren't so crowded yet, but the weather forecast was set for the area to have a warm and sunny day, so it wouldn't be long before folks of a similar mind were out and about and would spoil the fun and the peace of the early morning.
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'What have you put in this bag?' Piet asks with a laugh as he feels things tumble around inside the small lightweight haversack. He's expected to carry it for her.
'Oh, some suntan oil, beach sandals, and a bikini, although I may only wear the bottom half. I don't want any white triangles on my breasts.'
He's seen to shove two small towels into a larger haversack, then puts Marion's in along with them. He smiles and gives her an appraising glance. 'Neither do I, although they look good as they are.'
'You let me know that this morning, darling.' She kisses him quickly and gives him a fond look. 'We can pick our spot in the dunes and sunbathe. Only my man will be allowed to see me topless...'
'Then we'd better get going!' he encourages and taking in how good she looks in her cycling shorts and a separate cycling top, Both shape her, look like a second skin, and flatter Marion's neat figure. Her legs are strong and not too fleshy for a woman her age, and her oval face is framed by the tumble of sandy blonde hair that she soon conceals under a sky-blue helmet. Large sunglasses hide her lively eyes from view.
They each have off-road mountain bikes, sturdy and yet lightweight, the mass of gears making the ride to their chosen destination easy and quick, Piet setting the pace but his woman keeping up, often trailing in his slipstream and reading his movements, the pair of them moving as one.
Marion loves to see how his leg muscles ripple, his calves so toned and his thighs thick. Piet's looked after himself and she's made sure that he has done so. His lean face is marked by a greying stubble beard that she'll make him shave off when they get back home. To feel it against her, to the soft skin of her thighs inflamed the senses earlier that morning when she urged him to love her out. She's glad that it wasn't so rough, or prolonged, that her thighs bear the rosy marks of his face brushing over them.
She moves up beside him and smiles, feeling his hand on her neck as he offers a caress. They pedal side-by-side and will part if they meet early starters coming their way. She loves to meet his look and knows what lies behind it, what she's chosen to wear for the ride a turn-on for her man.
'I'd let you kiss me but we might fall off!' she laughs and moves ahead of him, turning to look behind and see what he makes of her doing that. He waves her on.
'I can look at you!' he calls out, 'and again when we get there!' He's loving to see how her bum is shaped by her shorts, her flesh moving under them, the narrow saddle hard and pressing against her pubic bone. His Marion has become a different woman since they both retired and have the time to spend on each other as they did before leaving the house.
She loves how he tells her what he is thinking and feeling about her; she's even feeling a tightening in her pussy that she always gets when there's the prospect of sex and loving with her man. There have been times when she's known others are jealous of her and whom she has in her life and bed. They've been women whose men have deserted them, or they have split up as amicably as such a situation allows, women who have not stayed the course of their marriages as she has done.
'We'll take it from here!' he calls out.
Marion slows to a stop at a planked gangway that rises through the dunes, the flat roof of the box-like tourist facility of bars and restaurants, parasol hire and so on just to be seen poking up over the rough grasses covering the dunes. There are banks of lockers, and the rust caused by the salt air is only too evident. Piet stows what they don't want to take with them into a locker, shoves in a few Euro coins, clangs shut the door and ties the key on some coloured cord, and puts it around his neck.
She keeps her balance by gripping his arm as she takes off her cycling pumps and shoves her feet into leather sandals, Marion's hair flopping down around her face and the sun picking out its blonde strands. She hears a soft sigh of wonder.
'What?' she smiles, teasing him, but knowing only too well what has prompted him to do that.
'The sun's in my woman's hair and she already looks like my beach goddess.'
She restrains him from kissing her. 'Come on, we'll find our little place and you'll see me as you want to see me.'
'I'll hire a windbreak, shall I...it will give us a bit of privacy and shelter along with it...keep others from seeing my woman lying out the sun, all oiled up. I don't want others to see how lucky I am...'
She taps his arm. 'Go on, less talk!'
Marion watches him stroll away to the cabin where the striped shelters and sun loungers, can be hired. Her husband's broad-shouldered and as lean as any man of his age can expect to be, his longish sandy blonde hair now going grey. It's stark against his tanned skin and she still thinks Piet's something of a dish. Women, not all of them as old as they are, still cast a look his way.
The sun is already warm and she unzips her cyclist's vest to just above her cleavage. Her skin's clammy and she won't be wearing it for much longer, she hopes. The lightest of sea breezes is of help to cool her down.
'I've rented a four-panel wind-break so that we can relax behind it and not worry about anyone passing by,' he smiles. 'They had lots of them with stripes and coloured patterns but I chose a boring colour...so that we don't draw attention to what you're doing behind it...'
Piet dodges her playful slap of admonishment as he teases her. She points to where they're to go.
'I've decided on that hollow in the dunes, where we've been before. There's no one there so let's claim it while we can?' She watches as he purposefully erects the sides of the shelter that will keep out the sea breeze and the look of prying eyes. They can be tilted to offer some shade if it is wanted.
'Our little hideaway,' he soon kisses.' You can lie down and enjoy the sun, and...and I can enjoy looking at you.'
Marion pouts a kiss and turns away, kicks off her shoes and soon pushes her shorts down over her legs, laughing as it is picked up and thrown at him. 'Now my top and there will be no secrets from you...'
The wind is chillier than she expected but it's still early in the morning. She feels her nipples harden against the Lycra fabric of her cycling vest and she wonders if Piet has noticed that. He's busy getting out of his gear and she shivers at the sight of him, those skimpy azure blue swimming briefs little more than a pouch that shapes his sac and everything he brought to her only hours ago. He catches her looking at him.
