Beach Weekend

We checked into the condo on the 16th floor a little after 2:00. The first class flight and rental car gold service made the transition from the cares of life easy and fun. On top of everything my wife was relaxed and happy, as we had both been looking forward to the time of sun, sand and sex. She had bought some new beach clothes, a sundress and a couple of pairs of sandals and shoes. I would be just as happy with the tight white short shorts, but she had also brought those along – guaranteed to get my attention.

The condo was great, with a large bedroom complete with a four post bed, balcony, walk in shower and a Jacuzzi. The candles I had brought and the romantic tunes copied onto her new IPod would create just the right atmosphere. Julie squalled with delight as she threw herself on the center of the bed, spread her arms and leg wide and just laughed out loud. In a second she was up and changing in the bathroom

She came out in a new one piece that accented her slim figure and showed off much more than usual of her firm round C cup breasts, and her legs lengthened by the high cut sides on the sleek bright blue swimsuit. She was stunning. My maleness started to get firm as I looked at her and visualized what the crotch of the swimsuit was concealing. I changed and followed her to the pool where we laughed and playfully swam before she settled down to soak up some sun on the deck lounge chair. I went to walk on the beach patiently thinking about the playtime we would both enjoy when the sun went down.

Near five O’clock we returned to the room, showered and she changed for supper. She had asked me to find an Italian place near the beach where we could eat an early supper, as she had made some plans for the evening. She looked cute in a more tight than usual fancy pink lacy top, with a casual plain skirt and some new sandals. To my surprise she had a tote bag with some other clothes to change into for both of us after our early dinner. The dinner was unrepentantly romantic and sexy in a way.

The romance came from her body language, leaning toward me, and sometimes staring at me when she should have been answering a question, then apologizing with a smile instead of words. We are in love! The sexy came when they served the appetizer before the main seafood pasta dish. I could have sworn she actually sucked on the large piece of shrimp before she slowly pulled if from her mouth and then repeated the process swirling her tongue and showing a grin that sent shivers all the way down to my groin.

We finished the meal without desert as she was anxious to tell me her plans for the next part of the evening. We both love photography and we always watched families and couples taking pictures in the soft light of the beach sunsets and this was what she had in mind. Julie told me how she had hired a professional photographer who would take portraits of us on the beach before we had sunburns or in her case tan lines.

She pulled out her beach tote bag and presented me with some kaki shorts and a short sleeve white button down and instructed me to change while she did the same. I finished first and she then emerged in a white sundress, brown and bronze sandals, and her shoulder length brown hair fixed just the way I like. Simple, but stunning. I also notice the cleavage that the dress framed and the flowing knee length of the dress. Shorter in the heels she would wear later tonight, but a chaste length for now that wasn’t too long.

The photographer, I was surprised to learn, was young, attractive and very personable. She met us on a section of beach that bordered on a state park to the west which meant less people on that portion of beach. Julie had chosen her because of her portfolio of quality and artistic photos, but also from a friend’s recommendation of how good she was at putting her subjects at ease. As my wife explained this to me she emphasized that when a woman was relaxed and confident she could also appear more sexy.

After twenty minutes of shots the sun was still bright, but getting softer. The photographer, Laura, then explained to me that my wife had requested ‘romantic’ beach pictures and told me that would best be done if we embraced, kissed, and so on…, and then depending on what we were comfortable with we might loosen our clothing. Things moved quickly, my wife was turned on by the process that had me touching her leg after running my hand up her dress on the outside of her thigh raising the dress as I went – my shirt was then unbuttoned.

Picture after picture captured Julie’s milky white breasts largely displayed and her protruding nipples clearly visible through the fabric. I was even more surprised when she got playful lifting her skirt high – but not too high – and then she suddenly spun around the dress swirling to catch up. The catching up was being done only by the digital camera capturing her bottom adorned and covered only with the light pink thread of the thong she was wearing. Julie threw her head back with unbridled laughter at my shock, amazement, and approval. The session ended with arrangements to view the results on the internet before coming to the studio by the end of the week.

We began a slow walk, hand in hand, along the coastline, talking softly and flushed with the sheer fun of the photo session. I had an urge to talk dirty to her and verbalize what was going through my mind, but I restrained. She suddenly stopped, quickly reached up under her dress and pulled off her tiny pink thong, wadded it up and pressed it into my hand. She moved in front of me, pulled me close with her lips next to mine and softly explained that she was very moist down there and just had to take them off – and by the way – she had shaved herself bald so that both of us could enjoy the full sensations of our play time. I was hard as a rock. Then she slid her dress straps off each shoulder and the dress fell to her waist stopped by the gentle outline of her hips and exposing two aroused breasts. Are they still pretty, Julie asks – my smile answers her. Then kiss and suck them! I am so horny she says with lustful bedroom eyes. There is a time for every husband to be submissive.

Not being familiar with the beach, which is now dark, we walk hurriedly back to the condo. Once inside the door she throws her arms around my neck and passionately kisses me, sucking on my tongue the way she had the shrimp earlier and the way I longed for her to suck my thickening and over-anxious penis. She leaves her dress on, but slips into some high white sandal high heels swaying her hips as she walks through the bedroom and onto the balcony.

Because it is the end of the summer season there are few quests and the spacious balcony is quiet, dark, and sufficiently private. She stands in front of the railing unbuttoning the front of her dress and guides my hands inside the dress, placing my hands on her braless chest so they can cup, massage and fondle both of her soft mounds and erect nipples. I lose my shorts and we stand there a long time as she grinds her buttocks into my now exposed cock and balls.  I kiss her neck as she sways and I savor the full body pleasure of pressing against her.

She turns her head back and talks to me over her shoulder. I am so wet honey – I need you in me – she lifts her dress to her waist – put yourself in me – I want to pleasure you with my lips – my soft wet succulent lips that want your sweet manhood in my love canal. I obeyed by thrusting in her already pulsing vagina. I then let one hand slide down her smooth stomach and felt her enlarged clit. I rubbed, tugged, tickled, and toyed with her love button until she began to quiver, lifted up on her toes, arched her back and thrust into me as she came – my hand supported her body by gripping her throbbing mound of moist pink flesh. Then I lost it – spraying into her and then onto her as my body pulled away. She slowly turned around kissed me gently and then pushed my head down to her spread legs. Eat up honey – I think we forgot to order desert – Oh and when you’re done, I’ll need some too! What a weekend this was going to be…