The bright morning sun and a full bladder woke him up.
"It's not even 7 o'clock on a Sunday morning," he muttered in disbelief while sitting on the side of the bed facing the ocean.
His erection led the way into the bathroom where he had to wait a minute for it to subside before he could take his morning piss. As he automatically shook the last few drops off of the end the image of the "woman in white" came to mind. His shaking turned into stroking when he remembered her smile and comment about the beautiful night.
Moving to the bed he settled back and continued with his morning masturbation. He had taken up regular masturbation since Sandy had left him and it didn't take many more strokes before his legs straightened and he emptied himself onto his belly and chest.
He had forgotten to buy coffee but the last tenants had left some packs of instant in the drawer next to the stove and milk and sugar disguised the instant taste to the point where a sip told him that it was at least palatable. He carried it and the box of donuts he had bought out onto the balcony only to have to return to get a paper towel to wipe the dew from the seat of plastic chair he was going to use. The morning mist was just beginning to burn off as he sat at the little table and watched the early morning walkers and joggers doing their thing on the damp sand.
His attention was drawn to a darkly tanned lifeguard wearing a baggy sweatshirt and a crush hat strolling up to the elevated lifeguard chair and storing his belongings on hooks under the seat. The lifeguard opened a locker near the dunes and started carrying umbrellas down to the high tide mark. Bill thought it was a young man until he removed his baggy sweatshirt and exposed the body of a lithe, young woman dressed in a red, one-piece bathing suit. He watched with interest as she drilled holes in the sand with an iron bar and spaced a dozen large beach umbrellas in a line down the beach. She spent the next fifteen or so minutes setting up umbrellas and placing two wooden, beach chairs under each umbrella.
"They must be for the condo renters," he thought. "I wonder how you get to use one."
Digging his bathing suit out of his bag, he realized he had forgotten to bring along his supporter. "Damn! I forgot my jock strap," he said aloud. "Well, I'll survive until I can get to a beach store."
Stuffing a towel and a book along with his cell phone into the little net bag he had brought along he soon appeared on the beach and headed towards the lifeguard. She was busy with several people and he patiently waited until it was his turn.
"Nice!" Missy said to herself when Bill approached her. Out loud she told him, "The umbrellas are $15 a day and $25 with the chairs. I can give you both the chairs and the umbrella for $20 a day if you rent them for the week. I will reserve one for you and have it in place by about 7 or 7:30 every morning as long as the weather is nice. Do you want to reserve one?"
Bill was only half listening because he had been studying her nipples and what looked like the outline of her pussy lips beneath her bathing suit. He figured he was safe behind his sunglasses until she spread her legs a little and jutted her pussy out towards him. She was smiling at him when his eyes jumped up to meet hers.
"Well? What do you want to do?" she asked.
Embarrassed at being caught perving her tits and pussy, Bill filled out the form and paid her for the week.
"Thank you, Mr. Hughes," she said as she read his name off of the form. "I don't have the change I need but I'll get it to you when more people reserve chairs. Pick the one you want and I'll be down to put a reserve sign on it in a little while. I take the chairs and the umbrellas down at around 4 or 4:30 right before I get off work."
