Vanessa’s Sexy Beach Memory

Author’s Note: This is a story as shared by my wife, Vanessa. I (John) have edited and streamlined her words a bit, but the story is hers.

Hi, you all. Here’s a story that I hope you enjoy.

Not too long ago, this story came up that I remembered, but John didn’t. He’s had several concussions that we know about, and he doesn’t always remember everything clearly. So, I was telling him about the time we tried having sex in the ocean. It was sexy and impulsive, and I loved it. Like many of my moments with John, something funny happened, and we ended up laughing until our sides were hurting.

We were at the beach, and I love to swim, so I went in the ocean for a bit. Then I saw my muscular John walking out to me. He had been watching from the beach before that. He looks not so much like a bodybuilder, but like the athlete he is. Imagine a fighter or a basketball player. He’s done both, by the way. When he walked into the waves towards where I was bodysurfing, I came back into the shallows to meet him.

There’s this thing I like to do that really makes him look. I bend over and stick out my bottom and lean forward so the tops of my boobs show for him well. I was wearing a cute one-piece suit that he likes. He was looking eagerly, just as I’d hoped, and kept approaching until he met me where the water was just covering his legs.

I reached up and touched his chest and stomach. His body has a nice light caramel color even in winter, and it was a deep tan in the summer sun. I wanted to lick the saltwater off of him. He has a scar on his stomach that I kissed. I then touched his shorts and felt his dicky was stretching them nicely. Yummy.

I took his hands and put them on me. He pulled on my swimsuit, exposing me enough so he could access me. I felt his fingertip touch the center of my pleasure universe. He pulled down his shorts, and his dicky twitched just for me.

Just as we started to get our sexy on, a “monstah” wave hit us! Blistering cold water came into my nose as the wave threw us off balance. We were washed toward the beach, choking on water, partly naked, and grabbing for each other.

We came up, coughing, laughing. I was trying my best to cover up John’s sexy parts, and we were holding on to each other. Our laughter tears mixed with the saltwater. That’s the only time I’ve ever gotten that close to sex in the ocean with John. So I guess we can say that we started, but Mother Nature had other plans!

We ended up taking a walk and then going to a nearby café after that, and I made sure to satisfy John later. But the crazy moments in the waves are some of my favorites, and I hope that you enjoyed sharing in this memory with me.

Love, Vanessa ❤️