I Love This Beach - Sex Stories

I Love This Beach

... and I told her about the houses I'd owned during the thirty years of my marriage. "Ooh, you owned a house on the water! That must have been a wonderful place." "Yes, it was. We had great times there and I raised my c***dren there. I really miss that house. It had everything, including a dock into the bay." "You can't get a dock permit anymore, you know." "I surely do, John. I wish I still had that house but I was f***ed to sell it in the settlement." "Did it have a pool?" "Yes, a beautiful tear-shaped pool with a black bottom that reflected the sky. I had an old-fashioned redwood hot tub, too. I think I miss that most of all." "Well, ours isn't redwood but it has lots of jets and it feels wonderful. John, what do you say? Shall we?" John pulled the cover off the tub and started the heater. "We need about fifteen minutes. Just enough time for some more of the water pipe." Fifteen minutes and several long tokes later, the tub was ready for us. Emily went into the bedroom and returned in her robe holding towels. "I'm ready," she said as she set the towels on the chair and dropped her robe. Immediately, my eyes were drawn to her shaved vagina. There was a small butterfly tattoo on her pubes. For a woman of her age, she was in damn good shape. Even her little belly was sexy. She slid into the tub and turned on the bubbler. "Well, what are you two waiting for?" John and I were naked in seconds. The tub was big enough for six and we slid in. I thought John would take a seat on ...

... Emily's other side but I found myself in the middle. Right away, the hot swirling water melted me and let out a deep, satisfying groan. "I sure have missed this. After my divorce, I rented a place on the bay in Noyac. I had a tub there, too, and it sure helped my dating!" "Do you have anyone these days," Emily inquired. "These days, Emily, I couldn't get laid in a private girls school if there wasn't another man for a hundred miles. Sorry to say, my only significant other is my hand!" "Why is that? Do you suppose it's your age?" "I'd have to say that's a big part of it, John. I haven't met anyone I wanted to date in a long time. Another problem is that I had a bunch of girlfriends that were much younger than I so I might have set the bar too high. And finally, I'm pretty broke these days and you have to have the lean green to date women out here. It's an expensive place, you know." "So what do you do." asked Emily? "What do I do? I look at a lot of porn and I masturbate a lot, that's what I do?" "Have you ever thought about expanding your options and being with a man? There are a lot of single gay men out here." There was a long silent pause as I considered how to answer that question. "Have I made you uncomfortable, Ray? I'm sorry if I did." She turned to me and took my hand. Her large breast nestled in the crook of my arm. "Emily sometimes doesn't edit herself, Ray. She can be very uninhibited." "Yes, I can see that, John. Emily, I will try to answer you as honestly as I can. ...