Jamaican Nude Beach
Chapter Two (of 37) See Chapter One on 10-13-03
I watched for her at dinner. My wife Judy asked why I was so
preoccupied, but I brushed off the inquiry with some excuse.
She and I weren't really getting along very well at
the time, and I certainly didn't want to tell about
her my afternoon experience at the nude beach.
We lingered over dessert, primarily because I hoped to
see the girl again. If I'd been thinking clearly, I
probably would have been hiding, but I felt like I just had
to see her, to see who she might be with. Judy asked me if I'd
like to go for a walk on the beach, but I put her off with some
excuse about a headache and sent her off shopping for the
evening. I hated to think about how much she might spend,
but I wanted her out of the way.
I knew it was a long shot, but once she was gone, I headed back
to the nude beach. I stripped and lay back on one of the chairs,
watching the sun sinking toward the horizon. I looked down
the sand and saw a woman walking toward me. She stopped about
eight chairs away and put her bag on the chair. It wasn't
who I was hoping for, but for a woman about my own age, she
was a knockout.
It took me a moment to remember that for me, at this point,
any naked woman was a blessing. I pretended not to be watching,
but the woman didn't seem to care. She reached behind
her long, golden hair to untie the top of her suit and without
hesitation, let the strings fall onto her chest.
In shocked fascination, I saw her swing the top of her body
side to side. The movement caused her breasts to sway, gently
dropping the top of her suit down to her waist. She actually
let her body twist a couple more times, and her breasts moved
in ways that took my breath away. She was magnificent.
I had been hoping to see again the young girl's breasts
from this morning, and here I was being offered the most
incredible set of woman's breasts that I had ever seen.
They were perfect; large, but not out of proportion to her
body. The aureoles of her breasts were well defined and
dark, with nipples that had to extend a half inch or more
from her full, spherical mounds. The thought crossed my
mind that to touch them one time, to draw each nipple into
my mouth for only one single instant, that would have been
enough to make me ready to die and go to heaven.
I saw her glance my way and then turn her back to me. "Damn, "
I thought, "I made her self-conscious. Now she won't
let me see anything more." Was I wrong!
I saw her reach to the waistband of her bathing suit bottom.
She pulled it out from her hips and began to lower it. As she
did, she bent over, her ass pointed exactly in my direction.
I think she even hesitated a bit as her hands pushed the material
all the way to her feet.
There she was, displaying her perfectly heart-shaped
ass cheeks for me to stare at as hungrily as I wanted. As I
looked, I found I could hardly breathe. My eyes slid down
the crack of her ass, and as I watched, she lifted one leg
to remove the suit. Her thighs parted and with the slightest
resistance from her natural moisture, I saw her pussy lips
spread open, then close as she lowered her leg. Before my
wish could even be acknowledged, she then lifted the other
leg, and I saw the vision repeat itself.
I pulled my towel across my lap, realizing there were things
happening that needed to be hidden. Down the beach, the
gorgeous woman walked elegantly to the water. She moved
with the grace of a dancer, her lovely leg muscles flexing
with each step. Again, she bent over to wet her hands in the
water. "Breathe in, breathe out, " I reminded
myself. "Breathe in, breathe out."
She turned, looked in my direction, and began walking toward
me. Beneath the towel, my cock deflated quickly with the
shock that she was coming over to me. "Hi, there. I'm
Katie, " she called. "Mind if I sit down?"
She walked over to the lounge chair next to mine and sat down
on the side of it, facing me. To my amazement, she leaned
forward and sat with her legs spread slightly apart. A quick
glance verified that if I were brave enough to look, her
pussy was right there for me to see. With embarrassment
that I was furious to admit, I found I couldn't look
at anything other than her blazing, intensely blue eyes.
Urging myself to "Be a man!" about this, I turned
and sat facing her. My cock and balls hung over the edge of
the chair. I saw her glance down at my crotch and I was glad
my first sight of her had given me at least a partial erection.
I knew I'd look bigger now than I would have otherwise.
"Well, are you going to introduce yourself?"
she said, with an edge to her voice.
"Oh, yes, well, uhhh, my name is Roger, " I said.
I felt like I was sixteen and she was my high school French
teacher. Why couldn't I find any words to say?
"Well, Roger, I'm glad to meet you, " she
said. "And it looks like you're glad to meet me,
doesn't it?"
I looked up at her, puzzled at whether she meant what it sounded
like she meant.
"Of course, that's what I mean, " she said
firmly. "It's a terribly inhibited woman who
doesn't hope to inspire a reaction when she walks around
naked in front of a man. I'm glad you're normal
enough to appreciate a beautiful woman."
"Ohhh, well, yes, " I said intelligently.
"You are beautiful, and yes, I did react. I hope I didn't
offend you."
"Offend me, Roger?" she said a bit sarcastically.
"Oh no, not at all. In fact, I actually came over to
see what you had to offer. Here now, let's have a look."
Before I could react, she actually leaned forward, reached
between my legs, and before I knew it, she had wrapped her
hand around my cock! I was so stunned, I didn't even
move. Her hand moved over my cock, not exactly stroking
it, but exploring it in a way that was deliberate and stirring.
I expected it to get hard, but the situation was so strange,
nothing happened.
"Ahhhh, poor Roger, are you intimidated?"
she murmured. "I expected much more from you. I heard
you were quite an aggressive man, eager to impress young
girls with your virility."
I looked into her eyes in realization, but before I could
move, I felt her hand move to my balls. Her fingers wrapped
firmly around them, and I felt her begin to squeeze. The
pressure built quickly, until I knew if I tried to move she
could seriously hurt me before I got loose.
My eyes watered with the pain, as she stopped the pressure
just at the point I could bear without screaming.
"Now, let's talk a little, " Katie suggested.
"What did you think you were doing with my daughter
this afternoon? Didn't you think she was a bit young
for your attentions?"
"Yes, " I moaned with a grimace. "I'm
. . . sorry." It was all I could say in the middle of so
much pain.
"Oh, I bet you are now, " Katie chuckled. "I
bet you're really sorry. How sorry are you, my dear,
sweet, horny Roger?"
"Sorry . . . enough to . . . apologize, " I uttered
between gasps.
"You were wrong?" she asked.
"Yes, oh yes!" I moaned. "I'm so sorry."
I felt the pressure around my balls lessen, but she retained
complete control through a loose grip on me.
"That's better, " Katie said. "You
were a bad, bad boy. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
I wasn't at all sure where she was going with this discussion.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
"Well, I don't know, " she answered. "I
really wanted to get a first hand look at what Chastity told
me about. Yes, I know that's a funny name under the circumstances, "
she said as an aside, "but it made sense at one time.
Anyway, after she got over the shock and cried a little bit,
I determined that you never touched her or did anything
that was actually threatening. It was easy to figure out
that you were just a horny middle aged guy getting his rocks
off at the idea of intimidating a young girl. Not all that
admirable, but at least not criminal."
"I'm so very sorry, " I implored. "I've
never done anything remotely like that before, but she
was so beautiful . . . I mean, I . . ."
"That's enough, " Katie said with a warning
tone in her voice. "The next thing I know, you'll
be telling me how much you really did want her, and I don't
want to hear anything like that, no matter how much it might
be true. The only reason I haven't ripped your balls
off already is that after talking to her for a while, she
told me the entire story, and she finally admitted that
she wasn't too upset. And she also admitted how excited
she had gotten, herself."
"She is eighteen and going off to college in a month.
It was time she and I had a completely open discussion like
that. She'll be better off for knowing how crazy any
man can be."
I felt her hand release me, and in spite of wanting to regain
some semblance of control, I couldn't stop from covering
myself with my hands, as if afraid she would grab me again.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you, " Katie said,
"even though you really did deserve it. I guess no
harm has been done, although Chas is too embarrassed to
come back out to the beach if you might be there. We leave
the day after tomorrow, so I want you to promise not to come
back to this part of the beach until we're gone. OK?"
If that was the worst punishment I was going to get, that
was easy.
"So, tell me, Roger, what really was going on in your
head this afternoon. Tell me all the details, tell me exactly
what you were thinking, what you did and what you felt, then
I might just forgive you for being such an ass."
I couldn't believe she wanted to hear it, or that I could
honestly tell her the entire story, but as I began, I found
it was easier than I imagined. I learned quickly that she
understood quite well what had been going on in my fantasy.
She seemed to understand men and their . . . sexual obsessions.
I could also tell that in spite of the fact that the story
involved her daughter, she was getting a bit excited hearing
me talk about jerking off in the water in front of her. I noticed
a bit of color beginning to show across her chest. She had
slowly begun opening and closing her thighs, her pussy
lips opening and closing with them. Finally as I neared
the "climax" of my story, I noticed that when
she opened her thighs, her pussy lips remained closed,
and I realized she was actually getting wet listening to
me talk.
I finished my story as the sky darkened. I talked about how
I had felt as I watched her daughter run up the beach back
to the hotel. I talked about the intensity of my emotions
and the unfocused physical desire in my body that had not
gone away since that afternoon. Even in the twilight, I
could tell Katie was still excited, herself. Then, to my
surprise, she stood up, took my hand, and led me down to the
ocean.
Without a word, we waded and swam out from the shore. By the
time we were at a depth up to our necks, it was unlikely that
in the dark, anyone would even have noticed us from the beach.
Katie turned to me and I felt her hand again reach for my crotch.
This time her touch was gentle, yet urgent. This time, she
stroked my cock insistently until it began to harden into
the long shaft she had heard about from her daughter.
"Yes, Roger, that's what I wanted to feel, "
she murmured.
"Katie, I . . ."
"Don't, " she said, and she moved against
me, wrapping her arms around my waist.
She raised her face to mine and we kissed, a kiss that went
on and on, getting more intense as our passions rose. The
water was so warm, so soft and supportive. I felt Katie's
hands move to my shoulders, and she lifted herself slightly
off the sandy bottom. Her legs moved around my hips, and
without any hesitation, she positioned herself so that
my cock probed at the entrance to her vagina.
She was warm and wet in ways that had nothing to do with the
ocean. I looked into her eyes, waiting to be sure. She looked
back, not blinking, waiting for me. My hips gave a small
thrust and my cock head slipped tightly into her. Her head
rolled back, her mouth opened, and she moaned a wonderful
little moan that sent my heart racing.
My hands moved to her hips, and as she buried her face in my
neck, I pulled her firmly to me. With the most perfect resistance,
my cock slid resolutely all the way into her. We both groaned
with exquisite pleasure.
I had never, ever felt such perfection. She fit me in a grip
more exact than I could even have created with my own hand.
As I guided her off of and then back onto my long cock, it was
as if the entire world became centered around that one most
sensitive part of my body. I realized I could have cum with
20 seconds if I had wanted. The choice was not an easy one.
Somehow I managed to hold back, and it was only a minute or
so before Katie began to slide herself on and off of me using
her strong legs. With the greatest of relief, I soon heard
her groan and felt her pussy tighten and release, tighten
and release as she orgasmed. With no desire or ability to
wait any longer, I thrust strongly into her and let go. She
squealed in delight as she felt me filling her pussy with
a huge, hot load of cum.
We held each other tenderly, letting the warm, Caribbean
waters swirl around us. Finally, I started to speak. "Katie
. . . why? . . ." I began.
"Don't, " she said. "I can't
explain it now. Just tell me, though. Was it . . . good? I mean
. . . was it really good?"
There were no right words to express to her how "really
good" it had been. Yet, I spent the next thirty minutes
trying to find them. In the end, we both understood something
important had happened to us both. We didn't know what
to do about it, but we knew it wasn't going to end when
she and Chastity left for home in two days.
We swam back to shore and Katie gathered her things. One
last look at each other and she walked slowly back toward
her room. I saw her stop at her doorway and look back once
more. Hesitantly, she raised her hand. I waved back and
held my hand up until she had closed the door behind her.
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