Wednesday, 18 September 2013

BLOWJOB ON THE BEACH

I was at the nude beach one fall weekday. The sun was warm 
but the usual wind was present. Not the stiff wind that 
kicks up the sand and makes life unpleasant, but a brisk 
breeze, so a little shelter was desirable when lying out. 
Thus most of the few present that day were concentrated at 
one end of the beach in the shelter of a cliff.

I usually like to go for a walk from one end of the beach 
to the other. It's a nice walk of about a half-mile each 
way and I usually don't mind the breeze as long as I am 
walking. There are a few coves along the way that afford 
shelter from the breeze if it gets to cold. On a busy 
weekend or holiday those who want a little more privacy 
than the cliff end of the beach offers occupy these coves 
early. The cliff end of the beach is a family area but 
these coves are sanctuary for those who enjoy a little sex 
in the open air.

Today though, the beach seemed pretty deserted. Since no 
friends of mine were at the beach this day I went for a 
walk by myself. About a quarter of mile down the beach I 
decided to duck into a cove to get some shelter from the 
breeze. As I ducked around a rock outcropping I was 
surprised to come upon a couple. I think that they startled 
me as much as I startled them. They snapped to upright 
sitting positions so quickly that I was not sure if they 
had been lying down or what. Since I was in an area of the 
beach that is frequently the scene of sexual activity, I 
was embarrassed to think that I had interrupted the pair.

I said, "Excuse me, I didn't mean to intrude on you. I was 
just ducking out of the wind to warm up for a minute. I 
thought this end of the beach was empty today."

The woman immediately said, "No problem, we've been here 
for over an hour and you're the first person to come by. We 
just figured that the breeze was keeping everyone at the 
other end."

I laughed and said, "Yeah, not many people here today and 
they all seem content to hug the warmth of the cliff. I 
just always get restless. It's sort of nice when the beach 
is quiet like this." I laughed again and said "Except for 
strange men popping in on you unexpectedly. I'll get going 
and let you continue."

She said, "Don't worry, we've been married a long time and 
can use a little new conversation. Sit down if you're not 
in a hurry."

They had a large blanket spread out. They sat at one end of 
it leaving ample room for me to sit. I sat down and we 
began idle chatter for a bit. I was sitting at their feet 
facing them. The woman was sitting cross-legged and the man 
had his legs bent up so that his chin rested on his knees. 
They were about mid-forties I estimate and not very tan. 
The woman had small breasts with dark brown nipples, short 
brown hair and dark eyes. She was pretty in a plain sort of 
way. She had a thin waist. Her pussy looked like it was 
very bushy but her crossed legs concealed it.

The man appeared to be very lean and probably tall. He had 
black hair streaked with gray and wore a small mustache. 
His arms were wrapped around his knees, his legs drawn 
close together.

I sat with my legs outstretched and leaned back on my arms. 
We chatted about the beach and the weather and people we 
had met at the beach. The conversation soon drifted into 
topics with hints of sexual themes.

Then the man straightened his legs out and lay back against 
the ice-chest. He spread his legs apart and I couldn't help 
but stare for a moment. His cock had to be 8 or 9 inches 
long. It hung down over his balls, the end resting on the 
sand. He casually reached down and picked it up and laid it 
on his abdomen. It was unclipped and reached all the way to 
his belly button.

The woman looked at me and smiled. I knew she had seen my 
reaction. With that, she also straightened her legs and 
spread them. She watched me as my gaze moved to her. She 
rocked her leg back and forth as I unabashedly stared at 
her pussy. She had a big swatch of black curly hair at the 
top of her pussy, but her cunt lips were cleanly shaved. As 
she moved her leg, I watched her pussy lips opening and 
closing.

She reached over and lightly rubbed her husbands stomach. I 
moved my legs and stretched out, shifting my weight on my 
arms. She continued the conversation with me while her 
husband was silent. My cock was getting hard and I spread 
my legs thinking that maybe she would like to watch it 
thicken. She moved her hand down onto her husbands cock. 
Her hand was on top of the cock and rolled it around 
against his stomach. My prick made its final jump into full 
erection. Although it gets as hard as a rock, my cock is 
only 6 inches hard. I was almost embarrassed to think that 
this woman would be interested when she had that monster in 
her hand.

But she was watching, in fact they were both watching my 
cock as it swelled into life. She picked up the big hunk of 
meat and wrapped her fingers around the base. Her fingers 
fit completely around it, so it was not as thick as I had 
thought. She held it up and just sort of waved it around. 
Her other hand began rubbing her cunt. She now began 
talking about how she enjoyed watching a man's cock get 
hard.

My cock was practically bursting. The husband's cock 
however remained semi-rigid. In fact, the way it flopped 
back and forth as she played with it, it appeared almost 
soft. She put both of her hands around his cock and worked 
it up and down. On the down stroke, his foreskin pulled 
back to reveal a purple head which she kissed and licked. I 
hesitantly moved closer to her. She moved to make room for 
me next to her on the blanket.

I cupped her tit in my hand. It was small, a bit saggy but 
still a nice fit in the hand. Her nipples however were hard 
as small pebbles. She moaned as I rolled her nipple between 
my thumb and forefinger. Her husband watched.

She spread her leg further, placing it on top of my leg. I 
moved my hand from her tit and began fingering her pussy. 
It was very warm and extremely wet. One finger slipped in 
easily. A few strokes and I pushed in a second finger, then 
a third. She moaned approval while continuing work on the 
massive cock. Still it just didn't get hard.

Her free hand wrapped around my cock. She squeezed it hard, 
"Oh baby, our friend is hard as a rock." She stroked my 
cock and rocked her pussy back and forth as my fingers 
fucked her.

Her husband told her he wanted to watch her suck my cock. 
He moved around so that he had a good view as she proceeded 
to tongue my little shaft and balls. She slipped her lips 
over the head of my cock and worked the head with her 
tongue. Then began sliding my cock in and out of her mouth 
with a great sucking action. When I exclaimed 'I'm going to 
cum', she just kept my cock in her mouth and worked it with 
her hand. I came in her mouth and could feel the warm cum 
around my cock in her mouth.

She whispered in my ear that she always enjoyed meeting a 
man with a hard cock, which I took to mean that her husband 
never got hard. Which of course helps assuage my feelings 
of regret that I don't have a bigger cock. We talked for a 
while longer, and then they said it was time for them to 
go. They said that they only came to the beach a couple of 
times a year but if I saw them again to be sure and say 
hello. Alas, I have never seen them again.

The End

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