Part I - The Beach
My wife, Sandra, was attending a Real Estate seminar and I had been alone since the previous afternoon. I was feeling sorry for myself, because it was my birthday and I was all alone in the big old house. I was wondering how to pass time on this long, lonely Sunday when our friend Erica phoned and invited me to the beach. Sandra and Erica went to college together and over the years Erica has almost become part of our household. She is always full of
joie de vivre
and fun to be around.
"It's such a lovely morning. Don't waste it by sitting at home moping, I don't want to go alone," she said to convince me. We arranged for me to pick her up at her apartment. We were both reasonably sure that Sandra wouldn't have a problem with me going to the beach with her best friend. The only thing she would be jealous about, was the fact that she would not be able to accompany us.
I dressed in an old pair of board shorts, dumped a few beers in the cooler, emptied my ice trays over them, grabbed a beach towel and left the house.
She was waiting on the sidewalk in front of her apartment; two deckchairs, a beach umbrella, a cooler and a towel were piled in a colorful heap at her feet. I could not keep my eyes off her long, smooth, tanned legs. She was wearing a very tiny pair of denim cut-offs – ones that revealed the bottom of her tight little buns - and a tight tank top accentuating her firm breasts. There could be no doubt that she was a voluptuous woman.
My thoughts went back to conversations Sandra and I had had about Erica. She once asked me if I found Erica attractive and I answered, "Yes," because it was true. Sandra confided that she shared my opinion. Immediately these thoughts now made me feel guilty, and I tried thinking of something else.
I helped her load the beach baggage and she hugged me and gave me a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Oh yeah, congratulations on your birthday."
"Thanks," was all I could say before she continued.
"It's gonna be great. It is such a lovely morning, ideal beach weather. Thanks for agreeing to go with," she enthused as we bundled all the stuff into the trunk.
The streets were still quiet this early and we made good time. When we had traveled for a while, I said, "Thanks for the invitation. You're right, it's a great day. If I'd stayed home, I probably would have worked all day. Some way to celebrate your birthday, huh?"
"That would've been no fun at all. Don't worry, I promise that you will enjoy today. Really," she answered and flashed a knowing smile at me.
"Too bad Sandra's out of town. She would enjoy the day at the beach too." Although I convinced my self earlier that the outing was innocent enough, I still felt guilty about accompanying an attractive, unmarried woman to the beach, while my wife most probably sat listening to a bunch of self-centered real estate agents sing their own praise.
Although I've known Erica as long as I've known my wife, I still felt uncomfortable being alone with her. She radiates a sensuality that makes you doubt your restraint. My only consolation was that I had never had reason to cheat on Sandra, as she was an absolute tiger in bed and kept me more than satisfied. The other sobering thought was that Erica would probably kick me in the nuts if I came onto her – before telling Sandra about my infidelities.
"Park over there, across from the little pizza place. I know a nice spot close by," Erica broke my reverie, and I realized that we had arrived.
The beach, except for a few dog walkers, was relatively deserted, and we found a nice spot and quickly made ourselves at home. I placed the coolers in the shade under the umbrella and I opened two cold beers even before sitting down and handed her one. "Thanks," she smiled.
"Cheers. Here's to a great day at the beach," I answered. I stood watching her as she took the first sip – head back and eyes closed. A drop of moisture ran down her chin and neck and came to a stop on the slope of her breasts amongst the light dusting of freckles. I felt my cock stir beneath the thin material of my shorts.
Irritated by the sudden betrayal of my body, I placed the beer in the sand next to me and jumped up. "Let's go and test the water," I called over my shoulder and started walking towards the surf without waiting for her. I didn't dare to turn around. Why was I reacting in this way? This was supposed to be a perfectly normal day at the beach with a friend.
"Whoa, wait up." She ran and when she caught up hooked her arm through mine. I was conscious of the heat and form of her soft breast against my biceps and I was hoping that she wouldn't look down, as I had a monumental erection which pointed at the ocean like a divining rod.
"Come," I grabbed her hand and ran into the breaking surf, diving through the first few breakers. I couldn't keep my eyes off her; every time she emerged from the surf like a nymph - with water cascading from her auburn hair, over her shoulders and tits, her dark nipples were silhouetted and pushed against the thin material of her white bikini top. My own embarrassment was thankfully covered by the hip-deep water, as not even the shock of the cold water could diminish my erection.
We played like kids, chasing each other and splashing water. Once, she miscalculated and I caught her in an embrace from behind. My stiff cock momentarily brushed against her ass and I quickly pushed away. She turned around – seemingly unaware – and started splashing water at me again, as if nothing had happened.
"Enough," I spluttered and started wading ashore against the tide. I sank down onto the deck chair and immediately covered my crotch with a towel. I was confused by my reactions; it's not as if I haven't seen Erica in a bikini before, as she often joined us at home for a pool party.
The rest of the morning seemed to pass in a blur, while the sun baked down and we drank beer.
"I'm going for another swim, join me?" Erica said later.
"Naw, I'm too lazy, you go ahead. I'll just lie here and enjoy the view." I couldn't trust my own body's reactions yet and didn't want another embarrassing moment with my dick sticking out like a battering ram.
"Enjoy the view, you say. Which view did you have in mind, exactly?" She teased.
"Uhm, you know – the beach, and the surf. C'mon, you're not seriously thinking that I'm ogling you, are you?" I answered in an indignant tone.
"Okay, suit yourself. Enjoy the view," she laughed and walked towards the breakers.
I sat and enjoyed the view, which included watching her cute butt as it jiggled beneath the thin white material of her skimpy bikini panty.
Most of the morning we just lay chatting and we found that we shared many common interests such as books and paintings. I found that I really enjoyed having an intelligent, platonic conversation with a beautiful woman, and it didn't have to be my wife. Unconsciously, or perhaps too consciously, neither of us mentioned Sandra, and for a while, I must admit, I actually forgot about her.
"Let's go and have some pizza for lunch, my treat," she said around noon. "I'm famished and there's that place just across the road."
I agreed as I could feel the beers affecting me and I remembered that in my haste, I forgot to have breakfast. "Deal, but I pay for the wine, okay?"
"Deal," she smiled and got up. She pulled the tank top over her head and I had the opportunity while her face was hidden, to unabashedly study her. With her arms akimbo, her beautiful breasts thrust proudly upward. The nipples were still erect and visible through the thin material and I wondered what they looked like naked, and how they would feel in my mouth. Her stomach was flat and a small silver dolphin swung from her naval ring. My gaze took in her full, female hips and then focused on the hillock of her Mons Venus, where the damp cloth of her bikini panty suggested the slit of her pussy. Funny how I can hardly remember where I left my reading glasses last night, but I can clearly remember that there was not a hint of pubic hair in the soft skin of around the edge of the tiny bikini panty.
I had the gritty towel bundled into my lap by the time she finished dressing, but she looked at me knowingly with her emerald-green eyes. Not only was there a lump in my shorts – mercifully covered by the towel – but also in my throat. I cleared my throat and she smiled archly while she combed her damp hair with her fingers.
The restaurant was busy, but we found a table in a secluded corner on the deck under some Bougainvillea. Soon we were wolfing down chunks of Pizza Marinara and chasing it with glasses of cheap Chardonnay. We were hungrier than we had thought. A feeling of contentment washed over me and I ascribed this to the combination of surf, sun and alcohol.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, I felt her foot between my legs and her toe caressing my bulging cock. I almost choked on my wine and she threw her head back and laughed. I was stunned into speechlessness.
"Seems as if it jumps to attention often and readily, huh? Do you like it when I do that?" She asked innocently while hiding her knowing smile behind the rim of her wine glass, while her toes continued their ministrations. I thought that the answer was rather evident.
After clearing my throat, I answered hoarsely, "Fuck, Erica, you drive me crazy." The words had left my mouth before I could stop them.
This time she laughed at my discomfort. "Hey, I didn't know that grown men still blushed. At least you don't beat about the bush."
I enjoyed her attention – that was abundantly clear – but I was angry about the helpless feelings that washed over me because I knew that she was in control. To crown it all, she also knew she was in control.
"I... We should be going; I still have a report..."
"C'mon, how about some more wine? It's still early," she interrupted and without waiting for an answer, she called a waitress over, "Another bottle of Chardonnay please."
Meanwhile her foot had found its way inside the leg of my shorts. Because I hate the feeling of sand in my underpants, I wasn't wearing any and her toe touched my naked cock.
"I like your reaction," she said.
