I was at the beach, enjoying a rare day off. I'd got there early and managed to grab a spot where a niche has been cut out of the cliffs running along behind the beach. It was rather a wide niche, so I didn't really expect to have it all to myself.
Two women came strolling along and grabbed the other side of the niche, setting up their little camp. They were quite attractive, in their early twenties, with very nice figures. This last became apparent when they shed their outer clothes and started lazing around in their bikinis.
Basically, I ignored them and they ignored me. If it had been just a single woman there I might have tried to chat her up and try my luck, but not with a couple.
I'll say this, they could talk. Their voices just went on and on, one or the other in constant action. The only time I got a break from the chatter was when one of them went for a swim.
It was early afternoon when they broached the subject of sex. By now I had deduced that their names were Carol and Heather. Heather started the ball rolling.
"I am totally bored with my sex life," she stated. "Brian is so matter of fact about it that sometimes I just want to scream. It's not that I don't still enjoy sex, it's more that I want him to do something to spice it up a bit."
Carol had laughed. "I know what you mean," she said. "Some men just seem to get into a rut. A rutting rut you might say." Both women giggled.
"But you've got the advantage on me," moaned Heather. "You're not married and so your boyfriend goes out of his way to keep you interested. Brian just takes me for granted."
"Why not be waiting in sexy black undies when he gets home from work," suggested Carol. "You've got a nice figure. That should get him worked up."
"Ha. He'd probably ask how much the new outfit cost and did I remember that we were going out for dinner."
The girls chatted about the subject for a while and then switched to something else. After a while, Carol announced that she was going swimming again. Heather declined, saying she was just going to catch more sun.
I was looking over Heather. Carol had been right. She really did have a fine figure, and her face was quite pretty, too.
"You know, there are ways a pretty young woman such as yourself can spice up her sex life," I said, speaking to the air generally.
I saw Heather twitch. She hadn't known her outspoken comments had been over heard. She seemed to try and withdraw a little from the presumptuous clod who had dared mention her sex life.
"You could, for instance, try and arrange to have sex outdoors. It does make a difference. You feel closer to nature, and the sex is more animalistic."
A dignified silence from Heather.
"Of course, it's even better if you're in a public place where there's the additional thrill of knowing you might get caught at any time."
"Do you mind," snarled Heather, apparently getting a little annoyed.
"Um, no," I said. "Have you considered sex with a stranger or friend, rather than your husband?"
"No. Will you please drop the subject?"
"There's always rape, of course," I said musingly. "Wouldn't that be exciting? Having sex with a man against your will, helpless to resist as he uses your body for his pleasure?"
There was more silence from Heather. I persevered.
"You know, now that I think of it you've got all the elements for an exciting sexual experience right here. You're outdoors and, while reasonably private, you are in public and could be caught in the act. Not only that but there's a stranger here who's quite willing to take the risk if you want to have sex with a stranger."
