Chapter 46
Cynthia's Tales -- Part 3
Hayes Beach ran along Pacific side of the spur of land that formed the south end of Regal Bay proper. The spur, little more than a rocky outcropping, ran a bit more than three-quarters of a mile, starting at Van Winkle Park. Hayes Beach was very secluded, located nearly at the tip of the spur, and its sands only stretched about the length of a football field. Getting to the beach, one had to walk along the rough trail after parking at Van Winkle Park. For these reasons, it became the perfect place for the libertine locals to sun bathe in the nude.
Cynthia Price enjoyed going out to Hayes Beach in the summer months. As a matter of fact, any time it was warm enough for her throughout the year, she might be found lying under the sun in only her birthday suit. At times her son would join her, at others a girl-friend or two could be seen lying out beside the beautiful blonde professor. Her favorite times wee when she could lie under the sun's radiance alone, without the distractions that came with being naked in front of others. Not that it had ever been an issue for her.
On this day, Cynthia had journeyed out shortly after ten. It was mid-week, and the weather report called for an overcast, grey day, with the chance of afternoon showers. It was 75 degrees by her car's digital thermometer when she parked, and the sun was out, though clouds could be seen building over the Pacific to the south. With a beach bag in hand, Cynthia set out for Hayes Beach, dressed in a light summer dress, walking shoes, and a wide-brimmed floppy beach hat. She noticed that there were no other cars at that end of the lot, where the beach goers usually parked. She'd have the strand of sand all to herself, for at least a while.
Carrying her beach bag, an orange and white carry-all that had her sun screen lotion, a large beach towel, her pocket purse with phone and ID, and sandals, Cynthia made her way along the rough-hewn path that wound down from the lot onto the base of the spur. For the first hundred yards or so, the path ran along the east side, facing the bay. She noticed a few jet skiers running up and down the calm waters of the bay, as well as a couple of small sailing skiffs. She followed the path to where it branched, and took the westerly route, up and over the top of the spur towards the Pacific Ocean. As she peaked, the gust of wind from the ocean nearly tossed her hat away, but she grabbed it before it got away.
As Cynthia started down towards the sands of Hayes Beach, she took notice that she would have the entire length of the narrow beach to herself, at least for the next few hours. About halfway along, where a large rocky finger jutted upward near the crest of the spur, Cynthia dropped her bag and began to shed her clothing. Within moments, the blonde, big-breasted middle-aged beauty was standing in the warm morning sun nude for all the world to see, and appreciate.
Following a semi-ritual of hers, Cynthia took a few moments to stretch, bending and lunging, until she felt ready to enter the choppy waters. She wouldn't be going in too deep, as she wasn't the best of swimmers even in a pool, let alone in the ocean waves. She went in just up to her naval and then returned, until she waded along ankle deep in the warm ocean waters. A single jet ski rider had ventured out of the bay and was now jumping the waves like a dirt bike racer. She paused to watch for a moment, and then continued on.
Cynthia walked along north towards the point, and then back south. On her next stroll north, she saw that the rider of the jet ski had beached the small craft a few hundred feet away. Again she paused, and noticed the rider approaching on foot. He was now as naked as she was, and his manhood swung noticeably between his thighs as he neared. The closer he came to her, the stiffer it grew, pointing the way.
"Great. Another guy thinking this is a hook-up beach." She stood in the ankle-lapping water, waiting and watching. As he neared, Cynthia thought she recognized the man.
"Professor Price!" The man waved, and as he neared she in fact did recognize him. He was Miguel Dominguez, a former student of hers and the son of her colleague, Dr. Yasmina Dominguez.
"Miguel? Is that you?" she asked as he drew up to stand in front of her. She couldn't help but take in his handsome, almost Antonio Banderas like features. Not to mention the seven or eight inch cock that sprang erect from his thick, dark pubic forest.
Miguel reached for her hand and in pure Latino fashion, he bowed and gave the back of her hand a light kiss. "At your service, Ma'am," he said. He released her hand and took a step back, his eyes running down her body and back up, his smile widening as he went.
"So good to see you, again," he said with a grin and wink.
"I don't think we've the pleasure," Cynthia smiled, her own eyes taking in his physique. His body was evenly tanned, as was her own, showing that he also spent time at Hayes Beach. His manhood, fully erect and aimed into her belly, was a good 7 or 8 inches, with a long, veiny shaft and dark knob. She could feel her nipples harden and tighten on her breasts, and was sure Miguel took notice, since his eyes were locked onto them.
It wasn't usual for people to have public sex on Hayes Beach. In fact, Cynthia had only participated a handful of times over the years, and even then, it had been at night. It was even rarer for a couple to engage during the morning hours. This would be one of those rare days, Cynthia realized as neither of them seemed to have much to say. She brought her eyes up to meet his, and after a moment to take in his deep brown eyes and sly grin on his lips, Cynthia stepped close and he pulled her mouth to his.
As Miguel's arms went around her shoulders, Cynthia felt the point of his cock press into her belly, just above her pubic mound. Their tongues engaged as his hands ran down her sides. Their bodies drew tighter together as his arms wrapped around her waist, and her breasts smashed against his hairy chest. Her nipples hardened against his flesh. He rolled his hips and his cock slipped downward. She parted her thighs and it stroked across her slot.
"Hhhmmmm," she sighed into Miguel's mouth. She stroked his thick head of dark hair. He grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her tighter to him. She pulled her mouth from his to catch her breathe. Miguel dropped to his knees before her, and then lower still. He pulled her to him and began to kiss the tops of her thighs, and then across the mound of her pubic bone.
"Oooohhh, Miguel!" Cynthia cried as his tongue flicked out and began to attack her clit. She stepped a bit wider apart and he ran his mouth down her pussy. She felt his tongue open her labia and then begin to stroke through her folds. "Aaaahhh!" she moaned into the breeze. She continued to stroke his hair, looking down at the younger man as he serviced her with his mouth. She had not come out to Hayes Beach with the intention of having sex, and rarely did. Miguel, however, was insistent. The way his tongue worked her pussy displayed that.
Cynthia's pussy was leaking within minutes, and Miguel was devouring every drop. She began to sway and swoon, and asked, "Are you that hungry, or would you like to put that prick of yours to work?"
Miguel pulled out of her crotch smiling and replied, "I think I'd like to replace my tongue with my cock, yes."
