My Life – Part 04: A Day At The Beach by The Story Author
This is part 4 of a multi-part series. Each part varies in length, theme, and level of eroticism.
While each part can be consumed individually, I would suggest reading them in order as the characters are introduced. , One afternoon Reagan was watching the baby while the girls were at school. Katie and I decided we wanted to go to the beach to relax. We went downstairs and out to what we fondly called Beep, our “beach Jeep”. It was a bright yellow Jeep with no carpet or top, but room for all our sandy beach tents and a cooler. Katie put her black hair back in a ponytail and fed it through a baseball cap. She had shorts and a bikini top on. I just took a moment to stare at her young body that had recovered from pregnancy perfectly. She saw me staring “Come on dork, stop drooling I am already your wife” she said with a laugh.
She grabbed her aviators as we pulled out from the house. We decided to head up to one of the beaches further north, rather than our usual hangout. As we drove and the breeze kicked her ponytail up, I just kept thinking about how insanely lucky I was to have her. When we stopped at a stop sign, she caught me looking and leaned over to give me kiss. Not just a peck, but a full on lip biting kiss. Horns blared behind us and we burst out laughing as we continued on our way.
We arrived at the beach and found parking in the pay lot as we were annual pass holders. We grabbed our beach tent, phones, blankets and some waters from the cooler. We found a spot midway down the beach and setup the tent. She helped hunt down some large stones to keep it from turning into an impromptu parasail. The beach was quiet as it was midweek. I had the luxury of being semi-retired/self-employed so I could come to the beach whenever. But Katie would be starting college to study Marine Biology in the Fall as she had taken some time off after high school for the baby. So our free weekday afternoons together would be less available.
We settled in to our beach tent. Katie played some music on her AirPods and read a book while I drifted off listening to the sounds of the waves, the cars on the adjacent road, and the occasional sea gull. I woke up as a pair of Navy Ospreys flew over as they often did here along the coast. Very cool aircraft, but boy did they ruin a good beachside nap. Katie noticed I had stirred and leaned over and kissed me.
Then she lowered her aviators and mouthed the words, “look to your left”.
I took a drink of water and nonchalantly looked over. There was a slightly overweight 30- something blonde woman sitting not far from us. Her back was to me as she watched her skinny daughter play in the surf. The woman’s fair skin was already red from the sun. “Oh she is going to burn bad” I said.
“No that is not it, just watch” Katie whispered. She slid her aviators back up as she continued to watch covertly.
Then the woman turned to get something from her backpack. I saw what Katie had been looking at. No not her face, which was decently attractive, but… a pair of enormous breasts. I couldn’t judge from sight, but likely GG cup or more cradled in a lime green two-piece. Katie bit her lip. “They are like the size of mine and Reagan’s combined!” she exclaimed in whispered voice.
The woman found what she was looking for, some badly needed sunblock. She began to rub it on her face… looking for a moment like a white ghost. She managed to rub it in. She was obviously not a local based on her ineptitude at applying sunblock. She moved on to her shoulders and then her breasts.
Katie and I were enjoying the clumsy massage show when Katie hopped up from her chair. She pulled the shorts that had stuck to her cute butt, shook the sand off, and said “follow my lead”. She propped her aviators on her head and approached the woman who was by now attempting to rub lotion on her own back. Katie smiled and asked “Oh dear, do you need a hand with that. It is so hard to do it yourself. Thats why I keep him around!” she said as jokingly gestured to me.
The woman smiled, “Is it that obvious I don’t know what I am doing? We are from North Dakota, we don’t have beaches there — or sun! I am going to turn into a lobster I am afraid. I mean if you wouldn’t mind!”.
Katie took the sunblock from her and began rubbing some into the woman’s already flushed skin. She massaged it firmly and the woman closed her eyes. “Oh you are burning already.’ Katie said. She glanced at me and I could tell something devious was going on in her naughty little mind. She finished lotioning the woman’s back as she asked the woman what brought them to California. The woman said her daughter had been a home-schooled nerd that loved Legos so they had come to Legoland. It had been the their first visit to a theme park and the ocean. “I am so unprepared for the beach, I know!” she mused.
“Do you want me to do the backs of your legs?” Katie asked.
“Oh, if you don’t mind. I am sorry I am such a bother.”
As the woman rolled over, Katie lost her balance and fell with her hands in the sand. “Oh great now my hands are all sandy” I know my wife, she is graceful and rarely has a clumsy moment so I saw her next sentence coming from a mile away. “My husband is great with his hands, do you mind if he finishes?”
The woman looked at me and asked Katie, “uhhhhh… Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“Definitely not!” she said as she watched the girl who was busy terrorizing a sea gull that had come too close to the sand sculpture she was trying to build.
Katie handed me the lotion bottle and smiled. “I have plans, trust me” she whispered. She didn’t have to worry, my wife had surprised me more than once since we met, but every time had turned out fine.
The woman propped herself on her elbows so her breasts had somewhere to go.
I slowly started massaging sunblock at the base of her legs. I massaged it in to her the bottoms of her feet… Not a place to likely get burned but a place where I knew I could apply a bit of sensual pressure. The woman squirmed a bit but said nothing. I slowly worked my way up her legs.
Katie continued to make small talk as I worked at massaging the lotion. We found out her name was Erica and her daughter was Alexis. They lived in a rural area and hadn’t traveled much at all. This trip had been a huge milestone as they had their first flight, and was the first time her daughter had been to a hotel. All of this was crazy to me as — even though I grew up in a small town — I had started traveling before my first birthday. They were apparently flying back in three days.
I had made my way to Erica’s thick thighs. My thumbs worked their way up her inner thighs. She definitely squirmed and glanced over her shoulder at me.
“Oh honey, make sure you get her butt!” Katie instructed.
“I don’t think that’s a good…” Erica started to say. But it was too late, my hands were already massaging her big round ass. Luckily the only folks at this end of the beach were on the other side of Katie’s and my tent. It blocked us from view.