Rocks on the Beach - Sex Stories

Rocks on the Beach

Have you ever thought you were going to regret something and then discover later that you would have regretted not experiencing it even more? That happened today. I’m not sure what possessed me to agree to spending the day at the beach, but I did. My wife loves the beach and she begged me to join her when her normal beach buddy was unable to make it. I eventually gave in to her requests and before I knew it we were sitting ankle deep in the sand at the Charlestown Breachway. I’m not sure how long we were there or what we had been doing up until the point my wife made a comment about a bunch of hunks standing in the surf. Naturally I glanced in the direction she was pointing and noticed a small collection of well tanned men sure enough. What was even more noticeable to me was the sexy young woman standing in front of them taking their pictures. She stood in the sand with her legs spread apart enough to keep her balance as she squatted into position for another shot. I couldn’t help but notice the muscle in her legs flex as she squatted and stood back up. It was as if in slow motion when she stood upright and straightened her posture revealing her amazing curves. I gazed at her rounded ass with just a hint of sand on it. It flexed gracefully as she moved about the sand sinking in with each step. Forcing her to show me her muscles over and over again. I commented to my wife about the Hunky men and how it must be quite a treat for her to have them to look at. I told her to enjoy ...

... the show, and that I had to take a walk to the showers and get the sand off. She hardly even registered that I had spoken and responded with, “No thanks, I’m all set. Enjoy your drink” Clearly distracted by the grouping of studs in the damp sands. I give her credit for even being able to respond. Had there been 5 or 6 of the photographer, I’m not sure I would have even heard her speak to me, never mind respond. I headed out for my walk and I headed in the direction of the photographer. I had no plan. I’m not that type of guy. I was simply overcome by a kind of desire that put my body into a cruise control of sorts. Perhaps it was lust, I don’t recall. I had little control over any of it. I eventually got closer to the photographer. I couldn’t get too close and be seen. I knew exactly where my wife’s eyes were. I stayed towards the back of the beach and never passed the photographer. I wanted to be sure my wife’s peripheral vision never caught a glimpse of me stalking the back of the beach watching the young photographer snap snap snap away. Each snap of the camera a sexy new position and a delicious new vantage of her ass. The little bows on her skimpy green bikini bounced around her hips as she motioned through the sand. They grabbed my imagination and It went running. I must have considered 10 different ways to tug at that string; with my teeth, a single quick tug, a two handed slow pull, a gentile yank from both sides simultaneously, the ideas flowed as fast as her shutter ...