This story will be more enjoyable if you read part one first.
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As soon as the couple was away from us, Sarah rolled over toward me and gave me a passionate kiss. "God, that got me so wet," she said, grabbing my hand and putting it between her legs. Much to my surprise, she was still wet, even though nothing had been going on for the last half hour or so.
"Mmm," I responded, lightly fingering her pussy lips, careful to be sure that our bodies were close enough together that nobody could see what I was doing.
She slapped my hand and pulled it away. "You're a bad boy," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "Whatda say we pack up and head home ourselves. I've had enough sun for one day."
I knew that she was also going to want to have sex as soon as we got home. Pretty much anytime we've been to a nude beach, or a clothing optional club and have been watching other nude people, we respond by wanting to have wild sex as soon as we're back home or back to our hotel room.
We packed up our things and started on the long walk back to our car. "Well, that was probably the most interesting thing I've seen on this beach of all the times we've been here," she said.
"Yeah, it was a little more like being at Hedo than the nude beach."
"Ah, that brings back fond memories," she replied, taking my hand in hers. I liked the fact that we still liked to hold hands even after decades of being together.
We drove the short ride home and true to my expectations, we immediately went up to our bedroom. We both showered quickly to get the sand and suntan lotion off of our bodies, and got into bed. Before I could pull the covers up, Sarah was on top of me, kissing me and playing with my nipples, squeezing them hard. "Oh god," she exclaimed, "I'm already wet again thinking about watching that couple." I could feel her pussy beginning to leak as she rubbed against me, getting me hard.
I grabbed her large, pendulous tits swaying in my face in front of me, and began to squeeze her nipples back. She moaned, as I knew she would. She is a real tit slut and loves having her nipples played with. She quickly reached down, grabbing my now-erect cock, and shoved into her pussy. She began riding me, lifting her body up and down on my cock as I continued to squeeze her nipples, and within 30 seconds I felt her squirting onto me.
"Damn," she said, "that hit me so fast, I didn't think I'd cum and squirt on you that quickly." She reached into the nightstand next to the bed and grabbed one of the absorbent pads we keep in there just for this kind of occasion.
She rolled off of me and said, "Lift your body up so I can get this under you." I followed her direction, and she quickly unfolded the pad and placed it underneath me. "Okay, let's go!"
She climbed back on top of me and continued her ministrations. Within another minute she was cumming and squirting again, this time with abandon, as she now didn't have to worry about getting the bed soaked. This was not an unusual occurrence for her; she was always multi-orgasmic and often squirted, especially when she was really turned on. "Oh god, I'm getting you so dirty," she panted as she came multiple times in the next two or three more minutes,
I felt all of her cum running down my balls and into my ass crack. Before I came myself, I grabbed her hips, lifting her and said, "Get up here, I want to taste that dirty pussy of yours." She complied, dragging her soaking pussy up my chest and onto my face. Still holding her hips, I pulled her down onto my open mouth and shoved my tongue into her. I loved tasting her like this; I sucked up all of the juices that I could as I swirled my tongue around her pussy.
I then shifted to her clit, and began sucking it. In a few seconds, I knew another orgasm was approaching and with a loud "Arrrggghhhh" she squirted right into my mouth. I knew how turned on she must have been, because that is something that she had rarely done before, and only when she was really aroused.
After coming down from her orgasm, she rolled off of me and onto her back next to me. "Jeez, that was so hot, but I need a minute to catch my breath," she said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She looked over at me and started giggling. "You should see your face," she said with a laugh, "you've got my juices all over you." She reached into her nightstand and took one of our supply of washcloths we keep there, and used it to wipe off my face.
"Thanks."
"Happy to oblige," she replied. As she caught her breath, she looked down and saw I was still hard. "Well, we need to take care of this, don't you think," she said with wink.
"Well, I'd certainly appreciate it," I replied, winking back at her. She turned onto her side, and reached down between her legs, getting her hand wet with the cum she still had in her pussy. She proceeded to rub it all over my cock and started stroking it. It felt so good, and I knew I was not going to last long. Sure enough, within a minute or two I came, with my cum gushing out all over her hand and my crotch.
"Nice, baby?" she asked.
"Yeah, great," I said with a smile.
We jumped back into the shower for the second time in about half an hour, the memory of our day still fresh in both of our minds.
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Later that evening, I was thinking about our encounter with the couple on the beach, and thought that I regretted not engaging with them a little more, at least to get their contact information. But it all happened so quickly, we hadn't even though to do that. I knew that Craigslist maintained a "missed connections" section, where you could post short ads seeking to connect with people that you may have had a fleeting encounter with. I decided to go ahead and post an ad.
"You were the couple on the nude beach today with the green tent, set back by the cliffs. We were the couple nearby watching you and enjoying the show. Care to connect?"
I knew that was enough to get their attention, if they read the ad. They would know I was speaking about them; the detail of the green tent near the cliffs would clearly identify them.
I waited patiently the next couple of days - well, maybe not so patiently - to see if I received a reply from them. I did receive many replies from others curious about what we saw, but did not hear from them. I was disappointed, but not surprised; I knew it was a long shot that they'd even check there. I ignored most of the replies I received, but did correspond with a couple of them. One was from a couple nearby who said they also enjoyed going to that beach, and wanted to hear more of what we saw. They seemed nice enough, so I described briefly what it was. I had a similar email conversation with a single guy who also lived near us. Both the couple and guy said they'd be interested in meeting us sometime at the beach. I kept the possibility open.
The following week, Sarah and I returned to the beach. As we drove there, she asked, "What do you think the odds are they'll be there again?"
"Somewhere between 0 and 100 percent," I responded, in my usual smart ass way.
She reached over and punched my shoulder. "No, really, what do you think?"
"I don't know, but I certainly hope they will be. It's the same day of the week as last week, so maybe they'll be creatures of habit as well."
We arrived at the beach, and headed to our usual spot. Much to our disappointment, when we arrived, our couple from last week was not there. I took a quick look around the nude section of the beach, just to make sure they hadn't decided to go somewhere else, but didn't see their green tent.
We unfolded our blanket and put up our umbrella. It was a little warmer today, so Sarah was willing to get undressed immediately. We both lay down on our blanket nude and opened our books.
After about 30 minutes, I sat up on my elbows. Looking toward the parking lot, I saw two people walking along the water line toward us that appeared to possibly be the couple. They were still far away, but I elbowed Sarah anyway, and nodded my head toward them. She sat up as well, and we waited as they continued to walk in our direction.
Sure enough, in about a minute, we could see that it was in fact them. My heart began to race, thinking back to last week and wondering if we were going to get the same kind of show we did then. As they got closer, they left the water line and began walking right toward the spot they had occupied last week. As they got close to us, they both smiled and said, "Hi" without stopping. We responded in kind, and they continued on toward the cliffs.
I was a little disappointed, hoping they would engage us in conversation, but I was still a little intimidated about starting one myself. There is an unspoken etiquette on the nude beach that you generally keep conversation with strangers to a minimum, to not come across as too much of a perv. So we allowed them to continue to their spot near the cliffs.
Sarah and I both lay back down, turning on to our stomachs, so that we could subtly (hopefully!) watch them over our books. They did as they did last week, spreading out their blanket and getting some things out of their bag. Before they got undressed however, I noticed the woman walking back toward our direction. I thought maybe she had forgotten something in their car, but when she got near us, she stopped.
"Hi," she said again. We both put down our books and looked up at her and said hello. "My boyfriend and I were wondering if you would like to join us over there," she said, gesturing with her head over her shoulder.
Before I could open my mouth, Sarah responded with an enthusiastic "Sure!" She went on, "Just give us a few minutes to gather up our things."
"Great, glad you're willing."
As she walked back to her boyfriend, Sarah winked at me. "Let's go, Bob, they're waiting."
I responded with a hearty, "Okay!" and began to gather up our things and put them in our beach bag. We moved everything off of our blanket and into the bag, and Sarah began to drag it over there. I followed behind her with the bag and our umbrella.
I was somewhat conscious that Sarah and I were totally nude while the two of them were still clothed. Nonetheless, as we began to arrange the blanket next to theirs, the woman said, "Thanks for joining us! I'm Rosalynn."
"I'm Sarah, and this is my husband Bob. Rosalynn - what a nice old-fashioned name."
"Yes, I hear that a lot," she responded, "I was named after my grandmother."