Sharin' the Librarian on the Beach
While on vacation in St. Pete Beach Florida, I started a conversation with Barb about the possibility of hooking up with another guy for some play time. We had just recently decided to explore new ways to spice up our sex life. One of those ways included either Barb meeting guys whom she found sexually attractive or having me set up adventures that ended with Barb getting it on with a hunky stud while I watched.
We were staying in an upscale beachfront condo that had a beautiful view of the Gulf. Our daily ritual included taking walks along the beach in the early morning and evening. We often walked the beach in our bathing suits, but on this morning I suggested to Barb that she dress in one of her slut outfits to see what attention she might get.
Barb is a prim and proper librarian in our "real" life. Co-workers would likely describe her as very conservative. She wears blouses that are buttoned at her throat so as not to show any cleavage, long dresses that conceal her shapely legs, hair pulled back off her face and reading glasses that hang from a string around her neck. But this changes when we are traveling away from our home town or on vacation.
On this day, Barb decided to wear white short-shorts and a sheer (almost see-thru), loose-fitting blouse without a bra. She has nice full tits with large nipples that bounce and sway seductively under her top. This blouse was low cut, which gave a full view of her ample cleavage. A pair a sunglasses and beach hat completed her outfit.
The beach was not crowded in the early morning. We walked for 5 to 10 minutes before seeing a tan, fit, man who was walking alone. Our plan was for Barb to attempt to flash her tits to see if this would attract any attention. As the guy approached, Barb bent over to "look for shells." This caused her top to open up giving him a full view of her big boobs. He stopped and said hello to me, took another peek at Barb's tits over the top of his sunglasses and then returned his attention back to me. "Nice morning for a walk," he said.
Our plan was working so far. Barb stopped her "search" and joined in on the conversation. Turns out our new friend, Lester, lived nearby and walked the beach every morning for exercise. He commented that he hadn't seen us before. We explained that we were on vacation and renting a condo for the week. Barb commented that she was disappointed at how few shells were on the beach. Lester said that this wasn't a good spot for shelling, but that he could guide us to the best area for that.
Our plan was that if Barb met a guy she was attracted to, I'd find an excuse to leave them alone so they could get better acquainted. This would also give her an opportunity to explain the "rules" of our little game. So, I told Barb that I wasn't in the mood for collecting shells, but that perhaps Lester could show her the spot he had in mind since he was walking in that direction anyway. I said that I'd go back to the condo and have some coffee on the porch while they looked for shells. I shook Lester's hand and left them alone.
Our agreement was that Barb would tell me everything that happened while she was alone with her "boyfriend." Here's what she told me about her time with Lester.
After I left, they continued to walk along the beach. Every so often, Barb would bend over to pick up a small shell. When she bent down she made sure to give Lester a full view of her tits and shapely ass. She could tell that Lester took full advantage of the situation and enjoyed the view, but he didn't say anything or make a suggestive comment. Her tits swayed unconstrained under her blouse as they walked, which also caught Lester's attention.
Barb decided to step it up a notch. She touched his arm as they spoke and then pretended to stumble into him, brushing her boobs against him. He helped steady her and Barb told him that he was very strong and she liked that in a man.
Lester asked her if she was enjoying her vacation. She decided to go into full slut mode and explain how we used our vacation time to "play." She said that we lived very conservative lives back home, but liked to have some "fun" when away on a trip.
Lester was getting the message now. "So, you guys are swingers?"
"Well, not exactly," she said. "We're not into group things. More one-on-one."
Lester smiled. "I see. You like to swap partners then."
Barb returned his smile. "Well, no. Actually, my husband likes to watch me do it with another guy."
Lester stopped walking with a look of mock disbelief on his face. "You're kidding me."
Barb gave him her sexy grin. "I just realized that I don't have a bucket to put the shells in. Let's stop at my condo. I've got a small sand pail that will work."
During their walk, Lester asked Barb what we did for a living. She told him that she was a librarian. All Lester could manage to say as Barb revealed more of our lifestyle was, "You're kidding me...."
