Anna Maria Island (13 page)

I smiled demurely and removed one
shoulder strap, then the other. Sitting on the towel, I slipped my dress
downward uncovering both shoulders. The dress fell to a bundle at my waist like
a rumpled skirt. I was accustomed to the feel of the sun on my skin, but my
public display was invigorating. My temptations to tease the landscapers and
unfasten my top for Eric and the cycling crowd were now unleashed.

I handed him the sunscreen, and he
daubed squirts on my shoulders. Sitting on the towel behind me, he massaged the
sunscreen on my back. I enjoyed the relaxing pressure of his hands along my shoulders
and spine. He squirted lotion on his hands, and I slid back on my towel to sit
higher between his spread legs. I placed my hands on my thighs and extended my
arms. My tits jutted forward affording those who looked from the sides a fine
view of them. He massaged my upper chest and slid down to smear lotion on my
tits. It felt magnificent. His hands, the warm lotion, the strong sun energized
every pore. He cupped my tits and thoroughly coated each with lotion. Going
below them he smeared sunscreen on my firm abs. I looked off to the side, and
the guy lying on his stomach nearby watched discreetly from his vantage point.
The woman beside him seemed unaware of his wandering gaze. I stretched my arms
skyward. The feel of eyes on my nude torso emboldened me.

We moved to sit side by side. I
stood to slip off my dress entirely, knowing that I could have remained seated
and wiggled it off. It was remarkable how comfortable I was with this full
exposure. I slid it down revealing everything to my husband and the eyes of
those nearby. Rather than make me shy, this act unleashed something within me.
I was aroused by showing off. The results of my efforts to tan and tone myself
were for all to see, and my king's approval freed me from any nagging
reservations.

I knelt before my king and sat back
on my haunches. He smiled at his exposed maiden. My hair was down, and I tossed
it back over my shoulders. My position and that act reminded me, him, and
perhaps others, of a dutiful wife preparing to give head. I smiled at him
suggestively. "My king, I fear my nipples may burn." He smiled and
applied more lotion to my sensitive points. They were tingling and hard with
excitement. They would remain that way most of the day.

I smeared lotion on my thighs as he
watched. Moving to lie beside him on my stomach, I raised myself on my elbows
to allow my tits to dangle freely. My king applied lotion to my ass and the
back of my legs. I spread obediently as he massaged my thighs and pressed for
me to spread and give him access to the apex of my legs. His hand slid along
the crease of my ass and applied lotion to my freshly shaved areas. It felt too
good. The sensuality of his touch was heightened by the knowledge we were in
public. I dripped with excitement and my labia swelled. His fingers lingered
over every bit of my ass, and I sighed approvingly.

He finished too soon; I would
happily bask under this treatment longer. He moved to sit beside me. Raised on
my elbows I peered at him seductively. My flushed face and hanging breasts must
have appeared as they did the evening before when I rode him on the couch. I
think we shared that thought. I raised my eyebrows as he had done and glanced
down at his shorts.

"I'm kinda hard," he
admitted boyishly.

"Well, I'm dripping wet,"
I shared with complete honesty. "When you get them off, roll onto your
stomach."

My king knew this was wise counsel
and unzipped his shorts and wiggled them off. "Kinda hard, huh?" I
asked as his engorged cock bobbed in the salty air. I instantly got wetter.

He turned towards me, pointing his
lovely lance upwards at my belly. I pressed to him, kissing his lips as his hot
cock pressed to my skin. "Mmmm, you feel good," I hissed.

I moved back slightly, and my king
hid his shaft by lying prone on the towel. He squirmed and tunneled his cock
into the sand. I imagined the same movements when he wiggled himself deep into
me.

I rose up and poured lotion on his
lower back and massaged his ass. I did the back of his legs and inner thighs.
My slight pressure on his inner thighs spread his legs. His balls received a
thorough coating of sunscreen. So did his anus. "It feels good, doesn't
it?" I purred as my fingers brushed over it. He moaned in reply. I
finished and lay on the towel beside him. I was about as aroused as I could be.

We rested and listened to the surf
and chatter of voices in the distance. "My lord," I asked, "are
you glad we came here?"

"Hell, yeah," he replied.
"This is awesome. You're driving me nuts." I lay on the towel. A
gentle mound of sand rose up beneath to meet my mound. I wiggled some to get it
just right.

We talked about his job and
discussed what options might develop. The conversation dialed down the
eroticism of the scene as we both focused on something other than sex. He
rolled to his side and faced me. His cock was semi-hard and hung thickly
towards the towel. His balls hung low and rested on his thigh.

He sat up and surveyed the beach.
"I need this," he admitted as he looked out to sea. The scene was
gorgeous. I lay on my side and watched him relax. We rested contently, and the
heat of the day built. We luxuriated at the edge of the ocean. "Let's
swim," he announced.

"Yeah, it's gotten really
hot" I agreed.

He stood and reached a hand down to
help me up. Rising, we walked hand in hand to the surf. I was distinctly aware
of several things. My breasts jiggled sexily with my exaggerated steps. He
noticed. So did the people watching us from their towels. His not fully soft
cock swayed heavily and one ball hung lower than the other. People noticed
that, too. I imagined the women looking on were not disappointed.

The water felt great, and we
dabbled in the shallow swirls that swept up onto the beach. Cool and
refreshing, the blue-green sea invited us in. We walked out where the waves
splashed higher. When the water bathed my cunt, I thought it was time to dive
in. I did and surfaced not far from him. His softened cock floated in the water
rising with waves and hung low as it receded. I blew him a kiss. He smiled - he
knew where it was meant to land. He dived in and swam up beside me. He kissed
and groped. I cupped his manhood and jewels floating between his legs. They
felt soft. I released them reluctantly.

We turned to swim out past the
breaking waves. It relieved the heat from the sun and sexual build-up. We
floated in the rolling waves. The beach was a wide expanse of pristine sand.
Scattered about were nude people enjoying the day. There was no hint of
creepiness about it. I guess I knew that would be the case. It was good to feel
at ease. We swam until our fingers looked water logged. We rode the waves to
shore and arrived some distance from our towels. The currents had drifted us
down the beach. On shore, we walked back towards the towels.

A nude couple was at the waterline
testing the water. We approached them as we strolled up the beach. They were
perhaps my age. She was slender, tanned, brunette and very pretty. He was
dark-haired and handsome. I noticed that his cock jutted from a dark short
bush. His tan was all-over. His body revealed long hours in the gym since his
arms, chest, abs, and legs were well-defined. My king noticed before me that
she was his match for being fit.

Following his eyes, I saw that her
breasts were perky and quite firm. I guessed a 34B bra would be right, although
she likely did not wear one very much. Her tan was rich as she glowed with a
golden sheen. Faint tan lines revealed that she favored tiny bikinis and often
went topless, since I could see her breasts were close in shade to her tanned
shoulders. Gazing downward, I noticed a thin strip of dark pubic hair which led
along a bald mound to a soft crease. A whiter vee stripe revealed her
preference for a revealing bottom. The vee of whiter skin drew my gaze to the
strip leading to her crease. She knew how to attract attention, I thought
admiringly.

As we approached, I suspect we all
surveyed the approaching sights on display. My view drifted back to the nude
man at her side. I felt his eyes scan my nudity, and I allowed a slight smile
to acknowledge his gaze. They smiled as we approached and bid us hello. We
stopped to chat.

"Gorgeous day," the
dark-haired guy announced.

"For sure," my king
agreed. "The water is fantastic." My king and I were beaded with
water droplets. The other couple was dry and no doubt contemplating a swim.
"You come here often? This is our first time," my king explained.

"We're here a lot. We have a
place nearby," answered the handsome stranger. He pointed back towards the
parking lot. I noticed the definition of his arm and shoulder. I also caught
her glance toward my husband's cock. She and I silently took notes that if we
shared would describe both men's cocks as mouth watering.

I was quiet and trying to not think
about the sexiness of the nude men talking vacantly about the scene. Did the other
guy see my hard nipples? Did he notice that my labia hung proudly like dark
pink petals below my bare mound? On that line, did my king notice that she
clung to her man's arm and kept her legs tight to hide her excitement? Her
nipples were dark tight points beaming like buds about to burst.

"The water is great," I
announced more to her than anyone. It seemed vacant conversation was the
expected protocol when over-sexed nude people meet randomly on a beach.

"Yeah, we were baking in the
sun. Got to cool off." Her voiced trailed off as she looked at the
incoming waves. I knew exactly how she felt. The heat from the sun and the
burning from within demanded relief. Extending this interaction would entail
steps that seemed not quite right. Invite them to our towels for a drink? Go to
theirs for one? No, that exceeded boundaries. We bid them a good day and walked
to our towels. I distinctly felt my swollen labia protruding beneath my mound.
My king was semi-hard and bobbing more than swaying with his steps. An image of
the cycling party with Tim standing nude by the fire and a dripping Heather on
his arm flashed through my brain as I related our look to theirs.

At our towels, we sat and watched
the couple cavorting in the waves. "She's pretty hot for him, huh?" I
giggled as I recalled our meeting.

"Yeah, she hung on tight to
him, didn't she?" My king peered down the beach at the two now swimming
past the breakers.

"He was pretty hung,
too," I teased. My king huffed with indignation. "Not as hung as my
lord, of course," I hastily replied with appropriate deference to his
royal inches.

He laughed. "I see you
noticed," he observed.

"Well, I noticed he trimmed
his bush and shaved his balls! Or maybe she did it for him." I admitted
this with something of a plan. I had actually wanted to trim my king for this
excursion.

"Why, you little wench,"
he teased. "You did a thorough examination!"

"I saw you checking her little
landing strip," I teased back, "and thought it only right to check
his landing craft." He laughed as he fished the sandwiches from the
cooler. We unwrapped them and ate. Another cold drink replenished what we had
lost in the heat.

"So you want to trim me,
huh?" His look at his young wife revealed a mix of fascination and delight
with her erotic imagination. Sitting beside him, I tugged gently at the mass of
his pubic hair.

"Just a little," I
confided, as I softly caressed his swollen cock and dangling balls. "You
like how I feel bare don't you?" I asked this, not quite certain if he
thought the brunette's little strip was more sexy than my bald mound.

"I love it," he
confessed. I was not quite sure and thought I might permit a little strip to
grow.

The playfulness continued as we
watched people on the beach. It was okay with each of us that we admired the
shapes and sizes of nude strangers. A few probably would be better advised to
wear bathing suits or more, but most were quite attractive. It was all good, I
thought.

We relaxed, and he read the paper.
I fished out the erotic stories and read one of my favorites. He looked over
and smiled. "Ah, your playbook," he teased.

"You seem to enjoy the
inspiration I've found in here.”

“Any stories about beach blow
jobs?" he asked with an urgent tone.

 "I'm sure there’s at least
one,” I replied knowingly. "Finished with the paper?" He answered me
by folding it and putting it aside. "Here, read chapter 23," I
advised as I handed him the book. He tilted his head, took the book and found
the chapter. He sat up to read as I browsed the paper. Soon he rolled to his
side and wiggled as he burrowed into the sand beneath his towel. That chapter
had a similar effect on me.

I laughed knowingly. "I'm
gonna lick the jewel at the tip of your sword!" I promised as I poured
more lotion on his back. As he read about a young couple on holiday in the
tropics, I diligently spread sunscreen to protect his ass and churning balls.
He read the story intently. His spread legs afforded me room to work in the
imperial genital sunburn prevention program. The thought of that reminded me of
my job; but unlike faculty meetings, this task was fun.

"Baby," I murmured.
"I want to shave these before we come here again." I cradled his hot,
heavy, and now slick balls in my hand. I closed my hand about them and gently
tugged them downwards from where they had risen with his excitement.

"Oh fuck, baby," he
exhaled, shaking his head with disbelief. "Buy more of these books."

"What if that brunette is
watching me play with your balls?" I looked down the beach where they were
now standing on the shore. I tugged them and said with alarm, "She's
looking this way!" I lied, of course.

My king dragged his eyes from the
story and peered down the beach. The girl was now facing us, and it was
possible she could see my arm over my king's butt and my hand resting between
his legs. I playfully tugged his sack. "I bet she likes them shaved,"
I intoned. My king's gaze lingered on the slim woman.