Just a couple weeks before I fly off to see my Sweetie, and it seems like that is when my writing becomes more prolific. The first month after she leaves I just put my head down and work to excess to stay occupied. The second month, I start to look forward to her return or my departure. The last few weeks my long dormant mizzen mast begins to stir with anticipation. Arrrh, the wind in my sails and a fair maiden on the horizon, my needs are simple.

I’m reminiscing again of a nautical adventure we had a few years ago. A friend of my wife’s invited us to stay at their house on a nearby island for a long weekend. The island is where the old movie “Weekend at Bernie’s” was filmed. You have to take a ferry over and no cars are permitted on the island, so you have to rent a golf cart or a bike. We’d been there a couple times before, but with the family in tow, now it was our time to physically and mentally disconnect from the rest of the world. It was a really picturesque day with nothing but the sand, surf, seabirds and the occasional boat motoring by in the distance.

After our hosts went off to work in the morning, Sweetie and I took off on a stroll along the beach. As it was a weekday the beach was pretty much deserted as far as we could see in any direction. I suspected there was something on my lovely wife’s mind as we strolled, holding hands, along the firm sand. She pulled my hand and leaned toward me in a conspiratorial fashion to say, “I want you to find a spot so you can screw me.”

I love what the wide open spaces do to my Sweetie. The wind wasn’t the only thing that was stiff at that point. With my highly trained sea fairing eyes, I scanned the horizon and found that there were actually two sets of dunes with a low spot between them. I led her over the top of the first dune and dropped down between the two, where we were pretty much out of sight of any passing beachcombers.

You are not technically supposed to walk on the dunes, but we were only going to walk a little ways and what we had planned after that would not be termed “walking”. We spread out the beach towel on the warm sand, and I slid out of my swim trunks exposing my rigid mizzen to the warm sun and my Sweetie’s gaze.

“Sit down on the blanket,” she said as she remained focused on my penis which bounced as she gently stroked it, I want to sit on him.”

I sat as instructed and found out that she had come prepared as she was wearing a loose fitting summer dress but not wearing any panties. Pulling her dress up slightly she straddled my legs and eased herself down to sit on my lap. Reaching under her dress she took hold of me and pressed my head up against the soft skin of her belly. With her soft gentle hand, she rolled my fully erect member along her belly while she purred and gave me that beautiful smile that is all mine.

I moved my hands up under her dress and slid along her soft legs to her hips, her sides and ultimately around to her back to unfasten her bra. With growing anticipation, I moved my hands to her breasts to cradle them, grateful to be the lucky guy that gets to play with them. Those soft curves and skin punctuated with hardened nipples beckon my hands to caress them and my lips to pull them in to wet the hardened buds with my tongue.

My Sweetie loves to get busy in the great outdoors as I have related in previous stories, and we were thoroughly enjoying each other and the solitude of the moment this fine day. What a view, a pretty lady sitting on my lap, sunny day at the beach, warm breeze blowing by. No one in sight, just the far off buzzing of boats out on the water and a small plane going by in the distance.

After a short period of rubbing my stiff member on her belly, my little friend began to leak profusely which made further rubbing difficult and my Sweetie even hornier. My lovely wife scooted a little closer to me and took my grateful member into her. I leaned back so she could get me a little deeper into her and just watched as the pretty lady took me in further. Her hips rotated as she massaged my manhood with her warm pussy. My Sweetie was having a great time bouncing on my cock and grinding her clit onto my pelvic bone as she threw her head back and took me with wild abandon. I was enjoying the sights of the crashing waves, my Sweetie gyrating on my raging member and the small plane circling overhead.

While I was enjoying the view of my horny wife, I shifted my view a little bit upward and I glimpsed the small plane that, in my memory, was a lot further away a few moments ago.

“Uh Sweetie,” I said, “I think we have a visitor.”

Sometimes I can be a little dense and my first thought was that we were going to be arrested for being on the dunes. Technically we weren’t walking on them; we were screwing each other’s brains out on them. My Sweetie was way past caring about anything at that point and I wasn’t in a mood to stop either. I felt a little awkward at first, but there was no ignoring the pretty lady having a wild ride and somehow, with what little blood remained in my big head, I recalled that there is a limit to how low planes are allowed to go.

She still had on her sundress, which was draped over my midsection, so from several hundred feet away nothing was visible, but I’m pretty sure it was fairly obvious to Captain Sky King as to what was going on. Fortunately for me, when my Sweetie is in the mood in the great outdoors, it takes a lot more than buzzing mosquitoes and/or small aircraft to distract her. As my Sweetie came in for a landing, I could feel our conjoined juices flow out of her and onto my lap.

I asked her if she wanted to get moving. She glanced over her shoulder at the pest and said, “In a minute or so we will, but right now I’m enjoying my beach.”

As you can probably tell, my Sweetie takes her beach time very seriously. Apparently Captain King decided that the view wasn’t worth the loitering time or maybe he decided to hurry home to Mrs. Sky King. I’m not sure, but he straightened his flight path and flew north along the coast out of sight, leaving me with a contented wife still on my lap.
She turned from watching the plane recede in the distance, gave me one of her “I’ve just been properly screwed smiles” and wiggled those lovely hips of hers.

Warm sun and sand, warmth flowing out of my Sweetie, as I said my needs are simple.