We have always been morning people, so it was not unusual when we stirred at 7 AM the morning after we arrived on the island of St. Martin. We have slept in the nude for as long as I can remember, and as I rolled over to spoon with Julie, my morning wood only further punctuated the excitement of the moment.
"What's the matter Sam, can't you sleep?" she quietly joked while reaching behind her and briefly massaging the head of my penis before placing my hardness between her upper thighs. "It doesn't feel like you had a wet dream after talking to all those busty chicks down at the pool last night. Serves you right to have to suffer a little longer."
With a few short reverse thrusts of her hips, her warm thighs stroked my dick, after which she opened her legs enough to let me slide out and then she rolled over to face me. We kissed each other lightly while we both explored the warmness of the other's body. Her soft manipulations were bringing me near ejaculation when she suddenly threw off the bed covers, sat upright, and said, "Let's go take a walk on the beach!"
"My God!" I groaned. "You must get great pleasure getting me hot then pouring ice water all over me. Why don't you suck me off first then I'll gladly go...pleeeze!"
"I've got you right where I want you. Be a good boy today, and later I'll squeeze every drop out of you and swallow it all", she teased. "And quit stroking your prick before you get the sheets all nasty. I'll have to tell Monique downstairs that you got her linens soiled and she might have to give your sweet ass a hard spanking!"
Julie was getting every ounce of fun out of this situation, and I could tell my complaints would do me no good. I reluctantly arose from the bed, and while Julie was in the bathroom peeing and washing the sleep from her face, I put on my blue trunks, white tee, and my sandals. We traded places and when I returned to the bedroom, Julie had put on her yellow one-piece lycra suit. It was actually one of my favorites for it was tight and really had no linings in the top or bottom. Her camel toe was in full bloom, and the sight of it made the blood again flow to my groin.
We grabbed a couple of towels and the room key as we left our room and started down the stairs and along the path to the beach that was no more that 100 feet away. The morning sky was clear blue, the temperature was warm, and the sea breezes blew just enough to make it very comfortable. We took off our sandals, set them on one of the beach lounges that were being set up for the day, and turned to the right to walk the beach heading south. This turned out to be a significant decision.
We had not gone more that a hundred feet or so when we noticed a couple in the distance approaching us walking hand in hand, wearing hats to keep the warming sun off their heads, but wearing nothing else! As they got closer I guessed their ages to be around 60 or so, and though they had lost their youthful figures, both exhibited signs that they were no strangers to their nearest health gym. I told myself to keep looking them in the eyes and not to act surprised or get caught gawking like a school boy. I could tell from Julie's tightened grip that she must have been thinking the same thing.
"Top of the morning to you," the graying man said with a big smile looking at us directly and not exhibiting the least amount of modesty. The stately woman with him , his wife presumably, likewise exchanged pleasantries and passed with no more thought than if we were on a city sidewalk all dressed in our Sunday's finest.
"Sounded like they might have been British, eh?" I looked over at Julie and continued, "Did they look like they were missing something?"
Julie laughed quietly so as not to offend the two senior citizens and answered, "Yes, I do believe they forgot to put on their sunglasses!"
