I Love This Beach - Sex Stories

I Love This Beach

Every day for the past six months, I walk my dog on a quiet bay beach. While the ocean beaches here in the Hamptons are among the most beautiful beaches in the world, the bay beaches ain't chopped liver. Plus the facts that I can walk him anytime I want as long as I pick up after him (the town has plastic doggie-bag dispensers in the parking area), that it's close to where I live and that during the week, it is usually empty, makes this beach ideal. Except for the holiday weekends when families fill it, the beach stays deserted. This is one of those places that the locals keep secret. Quite often, locals come down here in the evening for the spectacular sunset and to fish for blues and the occasional striped bass off the bulkheaded dead end of the road. Sometimes my dog, Buddy, and I walk by the lone topless woman or nudist. There was a young camp counselor who came to the beach on her day off several weeks in a row. She had a fabulous body and liked to sun topless. I loved her thonged butt. We struck up a little friendship but I haven't seen her lately. Occasionally, I meet up with a friend and we shoot the shit for a while. On this particular day, I saw Arnie's car and another car parked along the end of the road. My dog and I hopped out of the car for our walk. I grabbed my water bottle, my bamboo beach rollup and a towel. As we walked (and he went in for a dip), I noticed a couple swimming and off in the distance, Arnie sitting under his umbrella. As I approached him, ...

... he said, "Hey, waddya say, it's my buddy Ray! Hanging which way, Ray?" "To the left and loose as a goose, Dr. Seuss!" I said. "It's Ray's lucky day! I have a jay!" "Enough with the rhyming, Arnie! My brain is slow today." We sat on the sand and toked up on his mellow weed. Buddy ran around for a while and then returned to the shade of the umbrella. After a while of talk about the Yankees, politics and pussy, Arnie said that he'd had enough beach and was leaving. We started to walk back together. The couple were now out of the water and laying out on their blankets. Buddy, a very friendly mutt, ran over to them and sat down in the sand under their umbrella. I bid Arnie goodbye and went over to get him. As I approached their blanket, my eyes popped out of my head as I took in the woman's incredible chest. They were a little younger than me, I guessed, probably in the mid-fifties. He was a tall handsome guy in good shape, balding and with a three-day beard. She was about 5'4 with reddish-brown hair and a pretty face. Her body was pretty good and it looked like she exercised. She wore a tan one-piece suit that held her D cups up high. I guessed that about half her tits were exposed and the cleavage was so deep you could lose something in there. She had some impressive rack. I tried to get Buddy to leave but he was noshing on a vanilla oreo that the man fed him. The woman seemed vivacious and asked me to join them. "While he eats, would you like a cold beer," she asked?" "I can't ...