Anna Maria Island (10 page)

Someone pulled out skewers and
embedded the handles in the sand with chicken kabobs and sausages extended over
the coals. We drank beers and watched the food sizzle. It was tribal. The crowd
shared a common fascination with the fire and the promise for more adventure.
When the food was cooked, it was passed around to all on paper plates and paper
towels. We ate and drank with the shimmering flames lighting us. The sight of
topless women gathered in the firelight must have been irresistible since the
men's eyes seemed glued to these scenes. The crowd quieted as we ate. The women
knew exactly what they were doing.

As we finished, we tossed the used
paper towels and plates in the fire. The flames brightened. A girl, with
smeared hands, announced that she needed to rinse off. Dirty thoughts must have
flooded the group and many announced a same need.

Most of the crowd scurried to the
water. Many discarded their remaining clothing. The clothes formed a line of
jetsam above the waterline. Shouts and giggles filled the night air as the
party goers splashed in the waves.

I moved with Eric, Tim and Heather
down to the water. Tim and Heather stripped nude and dove in. Eric paused and
asked if I was joining them. I was sorely tempted. I paused and declined,
reluctantly. Eric asked if I'd mind if he went in. "No, of course not. I
just don't think I should." I stammered.

He looked at me. "Yeah, I
understand", he said. I read his disappointment; I imagine he saw mine.

He jogged down to the waterline and
paused. I watched him in the dim, flickering light. He pulled off his tee to
reveal a strong and lean torso. His arms dropped to his waist, and to my
pleasure, he unfastened his shorts and let them fall to the beach. I felt so
conflicted as I checked out his nude body and tight ass. This guy was
incredibly fit. This magnificent toned athlete turned to check back on me and
then dove into the sea. The urge to follow welled up in me.

A few of us remained on the shore.
We were all a bit sheepish in knowing we were missing the fun. I assumed each
must have had a good reason. I was so tempted to follow the crowd, to find Eric
in the waves. His girlfriend and my husband were so far away. Would someone in
the crowd reveal us if I did?

I returned to the fire and helped
toss on more driftwood. The flames rose. I learned that this part of the beach,
away from the guarded area,  was considered a “natural” beach. Bathing suits,
even during the day, were optional. Soon some nude swimmers returned, some with
clothes in hand, and gathered near the flames. Excitedly they talked and
grabbed more beer. I tried not to let my eyes linger on the sexy bodies. The
sight of swinging cocks was everywhere. The flickering firelight added motion
to the swaying members. This was tribal, like Lord of the Flies.

"Hey, party people," Tim
called to no one and everyone as he returned with Heather. Both were nude. Both
were drunk. Both grabbed another beer and drank deeply. I saw that Tim was
semi-erect. Heather was dripping wet and looked pleased with the developments.
The crowd grew as more returned from the sea. Heather clung close to Tim and
found ways to brush against him. Eric was among the last to reappear from the
waves. I felt awkward in the company of Tim and Heather whose touching
approached foreplay. I selected two beers and walked down to meet Eric as he
searched for his shorts. He stood, nude, at the pile of crumpled clothes and
searched for his. I handed him a beer knowing it would delay his dressing.

"Nice swim?" I asked. He
looked gorgeous. Lean and dripping wet, he stood like a warrior on the beach.

"Yeah, refreshing! It sobered
me up," he said. He made no effort to cover his nakedness. I strained to
not let my gaze linger on his gorgeous cock.

"I was so tempted," I
admitted. It was true. I wished I was nude and wet too. Would we have touched
in the waves? It would be so easy. The temptation to touch him now was rising
like the flames of the bonfire.

"Why didn't you?" he
asked, but I think he knew the answer. "My husband, your girlfriend. You
know." My voice trailed off. He heard my indecision. Our thoughts lingered
on the possibility. We sipped the beers. He stood nude as the soft light from
the fire illuminated us.

"You look great." I
confided this not realizing how brazen it must have sounded. He placed his
hands on his hips and stood akimbo. I laughed. "Yeah, you do!" I
repeated this as I looked over his taut frame and saw amusement in his eyes.
His cycling jersey and shorts had left pronounced tan lines. I liked the
athletic look. His manhood hung like a thick vine from a crop of glistening
dark bush. I was so wet. It was all I could do to resist touching him, touching
it.

I knew I'd either need to pull away
and retreat back to the fire or stay and maybe signal my intentions. I stayed
and helped him find his shorts. I held a rumpled pair out to him. He examined
them and concluded they were his. I, and I'm sure he, was disappointed as he
slipped them on. I watched as he tucked himself into the rumpled shorts. The
memory of his cock dangling seductively in the night air lingered as we
returned to the fire.

We stayed by the fire for a while,
then the crowd started to disband. It was getting late, and Eric and I prompted
a now quite drunk Tim and Heather that it was about time to leave. We gathered
our stuff, and Eric announced that he'd drive back. Tim balked but agreed. Tim
had more than a few beers too many. I think Heather clinging wetly to his arm
was an enticement to surrender his keys. Tim had gotten his shorts back on and
Heather had done the same with her tee-shirt and her shorts. We bid farewell to
those lingering by the fire and climbed into the Toyota.

Eric drove Tim's SUV from the
beach. I sat up front and Tim and Heather were crumpled in the back seat. We
drove down the dunes in the darkness, and, save for the beams from the
headlights, the night was dark. The sea and sky merged as a dark expanse dotted
by starlight. I turned on the seat to chat with Eric and check on the back seat
occupants. Tim and Heather were cuddling and kissing. In the dim light I
noticed her fingers were exploring the long, hard ridge pressing along the
front of Tim's shorts. Tim's eyes caught mine, and he grinned wickedly as she
leaned toward him. I noticed his hand was high on her thigh and his fingers
lost in the upper reaches of the leg of her shorts.

Eric's eyes were on the tire tracks
leading us to the road. I sat sideways on the seat and enjoyed the adventure.
Eric looked sexy in his faded shorts and tee-shirt. I recalled how he looked on
the beach. I could see his eyes scan the track and cross to the rear-view
mirror. His eyes twinkled. I looked in the back seat. Heather had lain across
the seat. Her head was on Tim's lap. Her cheek rested on the sharp ridge in his
shorts. Her arm was on his thigh, her finger tips lost in the open leg of his
shorts. I sighed and again pictured Eric standing on the beach....his shorts
somewhere in the sand. Did he share my recollection? Did the scene unfolding in
the backseat lead us both to think of doing the same? The cabin of the truck
reeked with eroticism.

We bumped along the sandy track and
emerged at the state beach. Eric and I chatted, seemingly ignoring the rustle
and movement in the back seat. The ride was smoother as we passed onto the
pavement and headed back to town. At a gas station we stopped to re-inflate the
soft tires. I got a diet Coke from the store and returned to join Eric in the
front of the SUV. We drove off into the erotic night. Eric smiled as we both
heard more rustling and unzipping. I advanced the stereo to a favorite Bob
Marley song. We drove on and I imagined Heather gorging on a salty cock. A gaze
to the back seat confirmed this.

As we drove, Eric and I discussed
how to return to our homes. We decided to drop me at my house, and he would
drive Tim and Heather back to Tim's place. He'd keep Tim's SUV and arrange to
return it in the morning. During a pause in our conversation, I imagine we both
thought of him coming to my place after he dropped the gropers off. I was
sorely tempted to suggest it. Honestly, I thought at least a BJ would be a way
to end the adventure. In my heart, I knew if we went that far it would be much
more. The thought excited me, and I came so close to whispering something nasty
in Eric's ear. I'd slide over on the seat. Leaning close, I'd whisper,
"I'd like a taste, too. Come to my place after you drop them off." I
didn't do it. I sat silently on the seat and tried not to notice the sounds
from the rear seat.

We arrived back in town, and the
two in the back suspended their explorations and sat back upright. Eric and I
smiled knowingly as the two reappeared. "Hey, are we back already?"
Tim slurred as we approached my house.

"Yeah, I'll get you two home
after we drop off Jill," Eric explained.

"Ah, we all can party at my
place," Tim offered.

"Maybe another time", I
responded to Tim....but more to Eric. I looked back at the couple in the
backseat. Tim looked pleasantly buzzed and poised for the fun ahead. He had the
disheveled look of a man interrupted. Heather looked like pure sex. Her skin was
blushed and her lips were swollen and pouty. Her tee was rumpled and askew. Her
shorts appeared undone. Secretly, I wished the same look for myself.

We pulled into my driveway. As we
stopped, I bid the two in the back goodnight. I leaned over and touched Eric's
shoulder and kissed his cheek. My top was still unbuttoned to just below my
breasts. I felt the top stretch and cradle my breasts. I resisted the
temptation to touch his thigh and run my hand up high. Did he want me to as
much as I wanted him? The moment came and went, and I exited the truck.
"That was a great evening," I confided.

"We should do it again,"
Eric replied. I fished out my key and entered my house as they pulled from the
driveway.

I watched the Toyota's tail lights
as they sped away. I unfastened my shorts and felt myself. My pussy, my cunt,
was a hot sticky swollen mound. I slipped a finger along the engorged slit and
felt faint with overwhelming cravings. I slipped off my few garments and went
to the couch. Within minutes I came in explosive spasms. If Eric returned, he
could find me melting on the couch. He could take all that he wanted and leave
sometime in the morning ,drained and exhausted. I fell asleep, nude, on the
couch. Sometime in the early morning I awoke. It was dark in the room. The air
was still and warm. I felt restless.

What if he had stayed? Would I be
regretting our actions? I walked to the kitchen and poured a glass of water.
Sipping it, I looked out to the driveway. I wondered if Eric was awake. Might
he be tempted to swing by? I knew the moment had come and gone. An erotic idea
arose in my thoughts. If he had stayed and we played, we would fall asleep on
the couch. I would awaken him with a soft wet kiss on the very tip. We'd slip
down to the beach for a late night swim. Nude, we'd risk being illuminated by
the headlights of some night owl still on the prowl. We'd hide in the bushes
like burglars and steal along the dunes to the sea. Swimming would renew our
depleted energies. Back on sand, he'd fuck me on the beach, and we'd sneak back
to my house to rinse off the stains.

It didn't happen.

The week slipped by as usual.
Getting things done on the house used my energies. I cycled some around the
town. My legs were stronger, making the miles invigorating rather than exhausting.
Thoughts of Eric, on the beach, flashed through my head as I cycled along the
shore, but I fought them back. I emailed several nude photos of myself to my
husband to excite his interest. Doing so inflamed mine. One photo was my
favorite of the ones I took of me in the blue skirt and white top - the one
where I was on my stomach, skirt bundled high above my waist and my pussy and
ass prominently exposed. I also sent a pic of me nude on the deck. Another was
a more recent pic of me reclining nude on our bed. I liked how the shadows and
bright sunlight highlighted the curvature of my tits and gentle mound of my
beckoning cunt.

On Friday evening my husband
returned. I was ready for him. I was waiting on the couch that I had covered
with a fresh bed sheet. His car swung into the driveway. The headlights
illuminated the front of the house, and streaks of light passed through the
darkened living room as he drove up the drive. Turning off the TV, I lit
several candles on the mantle and returned to the couch. I heard him entering
the doorway to the kitchen and his footsteps through the dining room. "My
courtesan?" He queried with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "You
here?"

I had no uncertainty. The sights
and sounds of his royal return were like a switch turning on a simmering
furnace. Wet flames erupted between my legs. The embers had been smoldering all
week. The orgasm from my masturbation after the evening with Eric had only
added fuel to the fire that now flared brilliantly. The explicit photos I had
emailed my king promised him a wild reunion.

I reached between my legs and felt
my freshly shaven mound. It was drenched with excitement. His footsteps brought
him to the living room.

"Ah, my courtesan!" His
voice dripped with satisfaction. He paused on the threshold of his awaiting
concubine.

I was lying prone on the couch. My
hair was down. He may not have noticed the scrunched on the coffee table. I
placed it there earlier in case he wanted to view my face when I serviced him.
I was nude save for black fishnet stockings and heels. He may have seen my
matching pearl earrings and necklace. I borrowed them from my aunt's
collection. He sat, and his weight pressed down on the cushions beneath my
splayed legs. "My king," I intoned. "I'm ready for you to fuck
me." His hand fell immediately between my legs. I quivered as his fingers
explored my silky crease. "See what you do to me?" I moaned, as his
fingers and eyes found the answer to my question.