After I bent Linda over the side porch and almost getting caught giving it to her in her kitchen, several weeks passed without me having any type of opportunity to cum in her again. The sexual tension was almost unbearable, but every time she was around all three of my brothers were too. I lusted after this woman like I had never listed after anyone before, and her body was flaunted in front of me three days per week with nothing I could realistically do about it. My teenage hormones were out of control, and I wanted nothing more than to send my cock into her once again.
After a few weeks of futility, it had reached mid-July and Linda scheduled a day for all of us to go the beach. She arrived at our house in the mid-morning, wearing nothing but a tight one-piece bathing suit. Her mature breasts pressed firmly against the taught material, while her petite ass cheeks were shown off for the world to see. Fantasies of her gorgeous body filled my head as we packed everything we would need and all piled into her tan Chevy Tahoe.
Even though it was mid-week, the beach was packed when we got there. There were almost no parking spots left, but we found one on the edge of the lot right where the gravel met the trees. It was a noticeably long walk to the beach, and a seemingly even longer one to find an open space once we got onto the sand. Once we made it down near a far end of the beach, we set up towels and an umbrella and proceeded to have a typically day at the beach. Playing catch with a disc and then a football, taking a few periodic dips in the ocean, and messing around with the sand - nothing out of the ordinary. The only real highlight was having Linda's mature hands rub sunblock on my body for me, although that sensation once again just left me wanting more.
The other positive about being at the beach on such a beautiful day was the seemingly constant flow of scantily clad women. No matter what I was doing, it seemed that wherever I looked there was an absolutely stunning woman or girl in a skimpy bikini just flaunting everything she had all over the beach. Whether they were lying in the sun or walking along the shoreline, there was a nonstop, steady stream of them all day. All ages, shapes, sizes, and colors were there, and whatever your thing was some of the girls there had it in spades. My mind actually was not focused on Linda for most of the day, but rather it was imagining what I wanted to do with all of these women whose suits left so little to the imagination.
After spending a solid four or five at the beach, it was safe to say that everyone was pretty worn out and ready to leave. As we all concluded that it was about time to go, Linda said that she would go get the Tahoe and drive it up to the beach entrance, so we wouldn't have to carry all of our beach stuff through the giant parking lot. Then, thinking out loud, she said, "I hope I remember how to get to the car."
Quickly seizing the opportunity to potentially be alone with Linda, I replied, "I know exactly where it is. I'll go with you, if you guys don't mind cleaning this area up, throwing away the trash, and then just meeting us by the entrance." My brothers nonchalantly agreed. As her and I began to walk away, I told them to take their time, because it was a long walk.
As Linda and I made the long walk along the beach towards the exit way, my eyes darted between her stunning body and all of the other luscious women who so densely populated this environment. My thoughts also raced as I pondered how to best make a pass at Linda and hopefully make the most of the few minutes that we had together. As we transitioned from the walking through the sand dunes to the gravel parking lot, I turned to her and said, "You know, if I show you to the car you are going to have to do something for me in return," with a predacious smirk on my face.
"Oh really, and what's that?" she playfully replied.
"Oohhh, I think you know baby," as I placed my hand around her hip and began to guide her through the parking lot to the right.
