Brenda's Day at the Seashore
Brenda experienced an ideal day; the sun shone vibrantly in the cloudless sky and the temperature was just right, with a pleasant cool breeze.
She spread out her blanket and unfolded her low-lying beach chair, allowing her to fully stretch out her legs. She tenderly applied coconut suntan lotion on her body, wanting to avoid getting sunburned. Despite the lotion's sensation, she felt a slight shiver.
After applying the lotion, she comfortably reclined in the chair, fitted her water bottle into the cupholder, and slid her sunglasses on, preparing to fully immerse herself in relaxation and peacefulness.
With no headphones, she soaked in the surrounding sounds of the waves crashing and seagulls cawing. She left her phone behind in the hotel, ensuring no interruptions or distractions. She aimed to focus on herself, having planned this getaway for months. After a tumultuous breakup, she needed a significant break.
The plan of celebrating her ten years of wedded bliss was discarded after discovering her ex-husband in bed with a prostitute. She found it comical that he had to pay for an affair, guilty of cheating on her.
The divorce was swift, and Brenda pocketed a healthy portion of their finances. They shared no children, which initially frustrated Brenda as her ex had a strong disregard for their marital vows. However, the discovery of his infidelity changed her views, and she began to feel optimistic about her opportunities.
This relaxing day marked the beginning of a fresh new chapter. Wanting to indulge in seduction, she bought a trim bikini, smaller than she usually wore. Despite feeling slightly uncomfortable with male attention, she hoped to attract some male admiration. Being single at 30, her passion for life had returned along with her body in great shape. She could still be proud of her figure, free of marks and perky breasts.
Her new bikini was too small and caused discomfort. Several times, she adjusted her top to prevent a nip slip while walking along the beach. Now, her bottoms followed suit, riding up to an unflattering level, exposing too much of her rear.
Brenda glanced around, attempting to ensure privacy while discreetly readjusting her suit. Her pursuit grew stronger, the memory of her realized masturbation forcing her to imagine the sensation again: a shower, a vibrator.
Perplexed, she recalled how, during slumber, the string tying her bikini to her hip had come undone, exposing her lower half. Despite overwhelming embarrassment, her fingers searched frantically to tie it back up. Upon securing her swimsuit, she scoped the beach for audiences.
Intrigued, she latched onto the image of her dream lover, providing the desired relief between her legs. She withdrew her fingers and surveyed the surrounding area, half-expecting a crowd. The rest of the day promised many more pleasurable thoughts, until she was ready for the next step back at her room. Specifically, a shower, followed by her vibrator.
Finally, she closed her eyes to drift peacefully into relaxation mode.
Her dreams were filled with random lustful scenes, ranging from anonymous partners, to acquaintances, and even memories of her college roommate with whom she'd experimented.
She woke from her slumber, now very aroused and flushed. It was startling to discover her bare hand resting between her legs, her fingers still exploring her sensitive limbs.
Aware of her exposed nakedness, she anxiously checked for witnesses. Embarrassed, she hastily fixed her bikini as her fingers grazed against her exposed vulva, her labia partially exposed by the loosened fabric.
On this lovely day, the beach wasn't super crowded. The people were scattered in small groups, making sure there was enough space between them. Brenda had trouble judging distances, but she thought the man nearest to her was about ten or twenty yards away. She could see his face, but not enough to identify any features. If he'd looked at her, she doubted he'd have noticed much.
The thought of someone walking by her as she slept, her freshly waxed legs and private parts on display, turned Brenda on. It was embarrassing, but she couldn't deny that the idea of potentially having exposed herself to strangers was making her pussy feel more urgent.
Brenda squeezed her legs together and gasped, feeling pressure on her clit. This was something she used to do in college during long, boring lectures to distract herself. She'd even reached orgasm a few times this way.
"Calm down, Brenda," her inner voice told her. "You're in public. What are you thinking?" Ignores she said to herself, she continued, breathing quickly and shallowly.
A few more squeezes and she jolted up in her chair, suddenly climaxing. Unfortunately, this quickie orgasm left her still wanting more.
She knew she should just go back to her room, where she could continue without worrying about being seen. But there was another voice in her head, telling her to be daring, to take a chance, to do something naughty.
A voice she found herself wanting to listen to. However, she knew there was a difference between being risky and being foolish, and she didn't want to ruin her relaxing vacation with a public scandal or getting arrested for indecent exposure and lewd behavior.
Glancing around, there was still no one near enough to see her actions. Even the man in front of her was fully reclined and facing the other direction.
Brenda decided to apply more suntan lotion, hiding her actions under the guise of a routine. She covered her arms, shoulders, cleavage, and stomach with the slippery oil. She moved on to her legs and returned to her thigh. By the time she got to the upper part of her left thigh, she was covered in lotion.
Brenda's eyes were constantly moving, making sure no one was watching. When she was convinced she was alone, she slid a finger past the elastic of her bathing suit and into her wet folds. Teasing her sensitive clit in slow circles, she let her mind wander.
Still, even with her eyes closed, she could feel her entire body react to the sun's warmth, increasing her pleasure. She was almost there, when she sensed movement approaching.
Quickly pulling her hand out, Brenda opened her eyes to see a middle-aged couple coming toward her. The woman looked unhappy, while the man carried a heavy cooler.
Brenda's sudden movement caught his attention, but he was careful not to turn his head as they walked by. She couldn't help but wonder if he'd seen anything.
"What did he see?" she thought. "Surely not much more than a hand moving up from my thigh, right? I could've just been scratching an itch." She couldn't help but giggle. "As if that would make it better."
The interruption did little to ease her desire. She felt the ache of an unfulfilled orgasm, but her fear of being seen prevented her from continuing.
Brenda pondered her next move. While she didn't want to end her day early, she also couldn't ignore her need to orgasm. Maybe a bit of risk could lead to a satisfying release.
An idea crossed her mind - something mischievous, yet harmless enough not to land her in trouble. She took a deep breath, standing steadily on her feet. Although her gown had already risen towards her behind due to gravity, she quickly adjusted it to make it almost vanish between her firm and curvy butt.
Brenda felt exposed, but not in a dangerous way. She'd observed plenty of women on the beach wearing far more revealing bikinis. So, she mustered all her confidence and casually walked towards the water. She made sure to take her time, passing by the gentleman still lying down on his blanket, trying her best not to appear obvious.
However, she caught a glimpse of him stirring. She couldn't help but resist glancing behind her to check if he was indeed checking her out. Instead, she focused on moving forward, wading slowly into the gentle waves.
Once she hit knee-level, she bent as if brushing something from her leg, only for her suit to cling even tighter to her body. Her face began to flush as her bikini top continued to ride up. Desperately, she straightened herself to hide this embarrassing situation and dove into the water.
Upon resurfacing, she looked back on the beach and saw the man seated up on one arm. She squinted, unsure if he was looking at her. As he continued to wear his shades, it was difficult to tell, but she couldn't deny the familiar sensation of his gaze on her.
She decided to take advantage of the situation and leaned back, allowing her breasts, now firm under the wet fabric, to bob at the surface. Knowing how visible her nipples had become, she nervously readjusted the top, only revealing the top of her areola.
Taking another deep breath, she made her way back to the beach. As her hips emerged from the water, Brenda resisted the urge to adjust her bikini bottom, which was now conforming snugly around her crotch region, creating a noticeable cameltoe.
Gaining more self-assurance with every step, Brenda approached the man. As she passed him, the man made a conscious effort to glance her way. She grinned, wondering if it was her imagination or his sunglasses shielding his gaze. "Uh, how's the water?" she asked.
"The water is lovely," he replied casually. "It's cool, but not chilly. A perfect summer day that we're blessed with."
The way he repetitively said "beautiful" brought a flutter of excitement to her stomach. She successfully contained herself and dropped onto her blanket. With excitement, she took note of her now-revealing swimsuit and her hardened nipples that couldn't be missed under the wet material, let alone in broad daylight.
Maybe offering to let him assist her with sunscreen application wasn't such a crazy idea after all. Nonetheless, she thought better of it - this wasn't an erotic fantasy, it was reality.
As she lay down and basked in the sun, her head facing the sea, she couldn't resist glancing back to the man's direction. He was now lying face down but, his head resting on a towel.
Brenda couldn't help but wonder if he was still looking at her. But she also couldn't resist. She raised herself on her elbows, untying her top to reveal some cleavage but not quite baring everything.
"Hmm, how to see if he's really interested?" she mulled over. Then it came to her - a clever ruse. Brenda rolled over, making sure her untied top slipped off her chest and remained on her blanket. [
Brenda paused. Was he watching? Oh, how she wished to find out. Enjoys the sun while she tanned herself for a while before resuming her playful flirting.
And then, as if to ensure he focused more on her, she released her bikini top strap from under her arm, letting her breasts hang loose. She gently stretched out in the sun, feeling a tingle of excitement in her stomach. Internally, she giggled to herself for this naughty adventure.
The thirst for more thrill made her take a glance over her shoulder, seeing the gentleman still in his side-lying position, sunglasses still on. She couldn't determine for sure if he was gazing at her or not, but there was indeed a noticeable change in his activity as she clotheslled back to her normal position, tensing her bare backside onto the towel.
She immediately contemplated the next move.
Brenda planned to stand, hopefully hide her blushing, and return to her beach chair. However, the job wasn't quite simple, as every time she moved, her suit would cling to certain areas of her body.
Sighing, she decided to try a new tactic. Instead, she turned to her side and reached back to rub sunscreen on her back. Every time she'd bend forward, her top would slip even farther, revealing more skin each time.
She wasn't sure if it would drive the man crazy, but she was determined to have some fun.
Her decision was transparent as she peeked over her shoulder to see if she had aroused his curiosity. To her delight, the man rolled onto his back to take a better look.
While she'd accomplished her main objective, she couldn't help but notice his physique as she whispered an exultant "Ha!" to herself. He looked older, possibly ten years or so, complete with his dark, tanned skin glistening in the sun. He was athletic but certainly not portraying himself as a bodybuilder. His short, sexy, salt-and-pepper hair added to his undeniable sexiness.
She was met with his smile. "Tough day sunning, huh?"
Laughing and glowing, Brenda replied, "Absolutely beautiful. This is a simply breathtaking day."
She could feel her insides going aflutter with his mention of "beautiful" and how he emphasized it so. And so, she managed to keep herself from shouting with excitement.
She continued to disclose even more as she searched through her seashore sack for the amorous novel she'd randomly obtained at the airfield shopping center. Relaxing back on her elbows, she opened the book to the spot she'd marked, but instead of reading, Brenda observed the fellow instead, checking for any sort of response. To her dismay, she spotted none. He remained unmoving.
Brenda felt slightly annoyed. The only means to carry on this game was to lift the book above her face, obstructing her view. In this posture, she wouldn't be able to perceive him, see if he was looking.
She was mulling taking a different stance when, really suddenly, the man sprang from the beach mattress.
Brenda pretended to be completely absorbed in her book as she monitored his movements.
Brenda gulped. Was that a bulge in his outfit? Or was it merely a visual trick from the sun and shadows? It seemed enticing. She visualized it, pressed against her lower stomach as he surrounded her with his powerful arms. She could nearly sense his yearning for her, the pounding of his heart, the taste of seawater on their eager mouths meeting and...
In actuality, the man ambled towards the sea.
Brenda hadn't been able to determine if he had been reviewing her, but she was undoubtedly now scrutinizing him, her thoughts revolving around them swimming together, their bodies close, fingers skimming over exposed skin, teasing, tickling, tantalizing each other the manner countless lovers do...
Without noticing, her hip shifted, pressing her further to the ground, combatting the blanket and the sand beneath. Brenda experienced the stirrings of desire coursing through her.
Swollen nipples tingled as her bust swayed ever-so-slightly with her actions, and Brenda could sense her dampening through her bikini undergarments. The fragrance of her interest was strong, even over the odor of sun tanning lotion and salt air.
A further small but powerful climax gripped her, and Brenda was now thinking whether she could slither a hand between her legs when the man emerged from the sea and back to his bedding.
Brenda proceeded to take in him as he dried himself, his perspiring trunks undoubtedly illustrating what appeared to be a compelling posture. "No shrinkage for him," Brenda considered with a restricted chortle.
And then, in a way that astounded her, he was coming her road. Panic-stricken, Brenda made an attempt to appear as though she'd been immersed in her book the entire time, only lifting her head when his shadow fell over her.
He'd removed his sunglasses, and the warm chocolate almond eyes that now regarded her had her promptly hypnotized. It took her a moment to understand he was talking.
"You were right, the ocean is marvelous. Really revitalizing," the man intoned in a marginally southern dialect, reminding Brenda of actor Sam Elliott. "Hey, I was considering I should snack. There's a little ice cream truck just approaching, was thinking I'd ask if you desired anything."
Brenda had been taken aback. It certainly wasn't what she had anticipated from him. Uncommon, yet also heartfelt.
"Um, sure," she ultimately stammered. "That's rather courteous of you, thanks."
"Alright, what'd you prefer then?"
"That body pinning me down on my hotel bed all night," Brenda contemplated wildly, but said, "Um, cherry, if they have it please."
"Certainly," he grinned. Turning, he took two steps, but stopped to glance back at her.
Brenda blushed because she realized she'd been staring.
Paul didn't appear bothered, though; rather, a wide smile stretched across his face.
"Oh, and, by the way, I also wanted to state... your book is inverted."
AUTHORS AFTERWARDS
If this appears a bit brief and basic, there's a reason for it.
I've been battling to write lately; that's why I've failed to employ something for some time.
I'd like to thank my friend Emily Miller for her support, encouragement, and inspiration for an uncomplicated piece of literature, such as a girl at the seashore.
So here you go.
I know I ended rather abruptly. And I apologize if you desired more, like an extended sexual scene between Brenda and her fresh aquaintance.
Maybe next time.
To any new admirers, welcome. To my routine fans, I appreciate your backing.} "I am a writer and aspire to practice my craft more. I'd appreciate any feedback you have," they added with a grin.}
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