by
Stan Connors
The water lapped quietly against the shoreline of the beach. Slivers of
moonlight from a nearly full moon undulated across the surface of the
lake. Other lights from the cabins and houses along the dark shadow of
the shoreline shined like pale stars or dropped their own glow down
onto the water. The night was silent, except for some receding voices
that were quickly fading away into the distance down the road from the
beach. Once in a while a car would pass along the road by the lake,
tentacles of lights probing the darkness. Then, once more, there was
just the night and silence.
I was lying down on the shoreline where the water met the sand. It was
a nice summer's night; the water was pleasant and the air warm, but
with a touch of coolness in it. Half of me was in the water; the other
half on the sand. I was completely naked. I enjoyed the feeling of the
water as it caressed my nudity. I heard the thunking of car doors
shutting; a couple more lights probed deep into the darkness. These
moved away from the beach toward the town, about five miles away.
I watched them go. The lights belonged to a pick-up truck. It was Joe's
truck. Steve was riding with him. Seconds later I saw another set of
lights shine on the tree tops. It was Julia's car. She had gone the
other way. Theirs had been the receding voices that I listened to as
they argued and accused each other as they faded into the night.
We had all come to this beach for a skinny-dipping adventure. Julia was
the only lady. This beach had seemed like the perfect spot: it was a
narrow point of land with beaches on both sides and woods in the middle
and stuck out into the lake about a mile like a peninsula. The main
beach with all the docks, boats anchored in the water or pulled up on
the sand, picnic tables, and a dressing house, was far enough away from
the road to avoid any unwanted attention. I had gone swimming without a
stitch on there before. I figured it would be as good a place as any
for the scheme that Joe and Steve had cooked up back in the tavern
where we had met Julia.
"Damn, she's beautiful," Joe said. "Let's get her naked. Maybe we can
do her too."
The idea had been to get her naked and then have a romp with her. Julia
definitely was a lady that invited those notions. She was a true blond
with almost yellow hair, long and silky, with baby blue eyes, and
superbly endowed. Julia was from Boston and up in our town visiting her
grandmother. Sensuality was all over her and, somehow, Joe and Steve
had convinced her to go skinny-dipping with them. They basically asked
me to go along because I was already talking with her.
"We were planning to go for a swim anyway," Joe said. "Let's make it a
foursome."
We had a few drinks in us. Julia and I found that we got along and we
shared some lively chat over a few more, with Joe and Steve hovering in
the periphery. They were construction laborers on a construction crew
and were more acquaintances than friends. While I had, of course,
thought about picking her up, I initially dispelled the idea: no lady
of her caliber was obtainable.
"I really want to fuck her," Steve said in an aside to me, practically
licking his chops. "I bet we can."
I was skeptical about this prospect but suggested the point because I
knew that if afforded enough privacy that shielded us from any prying
eyes unless someone was out on the lake. We hid the cars so that any
passing cops would suspect nothing and walked on up through the small
road that led through the trees. Julia carried a rather large handbag.
I wondered what could possibly be inside that thing. On the beach we
had talked some more, each of us guys nervous to initiate the second
part of the plan as if fear and inhibition had taken over when a little
daring would have actually got it moving. Julia just sat there on a
bench and watched us, no doubt measuring us with her eyes and her
salacious smile and the way that she crossed her beautiful legs. Joe
and Steve seemed afraid. My instincts suggested that she already knew
their game; she had probably guessed it before we even left the bar.
"What the hell," I finally said. "It's too nice a night to sit around
here.
I went to the water's edge and stood there a few moments watching the
night and thinking about a long time ago. The memories came back of a
different beach in a far away place, remembrances of another life that
I had pretty much forgotten as the time had passed. It was something
that almost seemed like another person. There I was, a
long-haired college student stripping with another guy on beach for two
women – our girlfriends – with cameras. It was nothing that we
had planned. It happened on the spot, on a suggestion. We
were two couples then with similar circumstances: the guys were the
models and the ladies the photographers. Both of us knew that the
other guy was naked for his lady and her camera, so we had decided to
surprise Lori and Peggy and come out of a dressing house minus any
dress at all and let them have us. Ian and I shared no sex
between us, but we almost had and in the wildness that had followed
with both girls snapping at us like hungry wolves on that other lonely
stretch of beach he had been unable to hold back and it landed on me.
Both cameras had zeroed in on it and then I let go for their pleasure
and I was wild with overflowing eroticism. I soaked up the night and
remembered those magical and crazy moments as I got into the skinny and
went for a dip in the warm water.
"Hey," I called out, "It's nice out here."
I knew that Julia was watching. I figured that she would think me a
pervert. Joe and Steve made motions as if to follow suit.
There was more nervous talk.
“Come on, guys, go ahead,” Julia said. “You wanted to do it.”
Then, finally, they did. They were three undressed guys on that
beach and one clothed lady. Julia disappeared into the woods. I
saw her come out in a one-piece suit, sexier than ever, and then,
suddenly, a flash ripped through the night.
"What the hell are you doing?" Joe shouted.
"I thought I might like a few pictures of you guys," she said, with a
smile. "You are all so handsome."
"What the fuck," Steve said. "That ain't fair. You were hiding that
thing all along. Screw this. Ain't no one doing that to me."
The arguing started up.
"You guys brought me here to gang bang me," Julia scolded them "I
just thought that I'd have a little bit of fun before it started.”
"There are other ways to have fun," Joe said.
"Like what you wanted to do to me," Julia shot.
"Now who the hell said we wanted to do that?" Steve countered.
They went on and on. I stayed away from it. Julia finally said that she
was going. Joe and Steve still refused to give up on their plan. They
followed her back down that narrow sandy road and disappeared into the
shadow wall of woods. Perhaps they hoped to still "get her." I listened
to them and decided to stay in the water with my memories. I slipped
out of the water and lay in the sand; my mind journeyed back to that
other beach of the long ago that now seemed so remote but the memory
made so close at hand. It had been so long ago, more imagination than
real, yet it had happened. I just stayed there and thought,
looking up into the darkness spangled with stars, and remembered that
night and was about to put my hands down and work myself up when a
sudden flash ripped through the dark.
I thought it might be a shooting star. Then I heard a feminine voice.
"I hope that you do not mind," she said. "But I couldn’t resist.
You are too beautiful.”
Startled from my reverie and shocked by another presence, I managed to
stammer out an answer.
"No," I said. "I do not mind."
Julia was still clad in that delicious one-piece suit that so enhanced
my imagination earlier, especially in the dimness of the night. She
knelt down and gave me a kiss while I watched the subtle movements of
her femininity. I felt my blood pressure going up.
"I wanted to do this," she said, "from the moment when you stripped for
me. I watched you and wanted to do it. I have never had a guy
strip for me before.”
“I am honored to be the first,” I said.
She had thought of the camera while I was naked on the beach and
getting into the water. She had it in the bag. Julia had gone on the
expedition to have me, to perhaps see me naked on a beach. Julia knew
that it would scare off Joe and Steve. She had ditched them at the
road. She drove off a little ways but just enough to see whether the
pick-up truck left; when it was safely out of range, Julia slipped back
with her car's lights off and had walked up the beach hoping that I was
still there. Her strategy had worked. She had me where she wanted
me.
"Now you have me," I said. "Without a stitch on."
Julia smiled and picked up her camera.
"It is just where I want you,” she said. “And I propose to take full
advantage," she cooed.
Back on that other beach in the long ago the ladies had also taken full
advantage of my exposed condition. We had gone as long as the film had
lasted. It had only been an idea to have a few beers on the beach
with the ladies taking shots of us, like they always did when we were
together. Ian and I had turned it into something else. We had worked
ourselves into a crescendo and had put us on our backs in the sand and
that’s where it had happened. I could remember it now, the sudden shock
of Ian’s landing on top of me, then the desperation that had possessed
Lori and Peggy as they jumped on top of us. Lori’s body was as
hard as mine; just a couple flicks of my tongue produced an earthquake
and a flood of honey that poured into and all around my mouth.
But unlike Lori and Peggy, Julia was nervous. She probed tentatively,
taking a shot here and there. At one point I grabbed her and
pulled her to me, feeling how that one-piece felt against my naked
body. She pushed me away just enough to get a shot straight down.
“That’s it,” I said. “Make me be yours. Make me do it for
your pleasure”
“Lay in the water,” she said. “Give me a full spread.”
“Come in close,” I said. “Take me.”
Julia obeyed and came right up on me as I lay spread in the
water. The eroticism was boiling over in me. I moved to her
directions, getting shot at from all points of the compass, letting her
dominate me with that wonderful camera. The night added its hue
to the shots she was seeing and I began to wish that we part of a
couple. I was glad that Joe and Steve had gone, to give us this
moment.
“Make love to yourself,” Julia cooed. “Do it slowly and pull and
stroke, with the water lapping over you.”
She was getting it. There was more of this – on the boats that
were anchored in the water, on the docks, in the sand. Julia
would cross her legs often; a sign she either had or was nearing her
own crescendo.
“Let me touch it,” she said, “and take a shot of my hand caressing
you.”
I leaned back with the pleasure of it and she snapped away. I
wanted her to have it all and she was. Julia had almost become a
carnivore with her lens and her newly found plaything.
"Let me kneel in the water," I said, "Just touching it. Take it head
on.”
“Arch back,” she ordered. “Let me see the whole package right up
close.”
Julia moaned and aimed the lens close. I followed with some teasing and
in watching her beautiful figure, I was about crazy with ecstasy. There
were two hard points in Julia's one-piece. I wanted to get them harder.
I kept thinking of that beach from long ago too and that made it even
harder to hold back what was coming.
“Let it go,” she screamed.
She aimed the camera right close on it as I exploded. It was a
huge volcano.
"I can't believe what I just photographed,” Julia said. . "Get
down on the sand," she ordered.
Julia jumped on top of me. She parted the one-piece just enough
and, with a desperation she later said that she had never experienced
before, sank herself hard down on top of my mouth. It took just a
couple of flicks of the tongue for the tremors and then the flood to
come gushing out.
Dawn had pushed the night away when we awoke in each other's arms.
"Damn," I said, "we better get out of here."
We slipped away just as the first cars were coming up the road.
Lifeguards started to arrive to give swimming lessons and watch the
beach, ignorant of what had taken place on their beach the night before
and never knowing the exhilaration that had just got away before they
came on.
"Let's come back tonight," she said.
"Yes," I said. "Let's do it.
We drove away in the morning sunlight.
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