Chapter Twenty-one -- On the Beach
Dwayne and Darlene woke up to the sounds of children trying to cook breakfast.
Both decided that it would be wise to provide some supervision but they both
needed to clean themselves up first. It seemed wise to shower separately. A
joint shower might have caused delays and Dwayne insisted that Darlene go first
while he pulled on boxers to check on the kids.
This wasn't a hotel and she had no robe, so Darlene pulled a yellow terry cloth
beach cover-up over her head and tied the belt before she went out. The cover-up
was short, barely covering her bottom.
"Sexy," Dwayne commented as he headed for the master bedroom's private bath.
Once everyone was washed up and a breakfast of pancakes and bacon was ingested,
Darlene assigned cleaning chores to the kids and sat down with her husband and a
mug of coffee. He asked her, "So what do you want to do today?"
Her answer was, "Jennie needs a new bathing suit."
"Let's see," he grinned. "Using John Grey's translator, that means 'I want to go
shopping', right?"
It was only eight o'clock in the morning but someone was knocking on the front
door of the townhouse.
"Yes?" Dwayne said as he opened the door. "Oh, hi," he grinned when he
recognized his wife's younger classmates. "Come on in. Would you like some
coffee?"
"We came over to see if you'd like for us to baby sit so you guys can go off
alone," Maria explained.
"I'd love coffee," Wendy said, pushing past the Latino girl.
"Hi, Dar'. Having fun?"
"Definitely," Darlene grinned.
"I'm surprised you can sit down."
"I had good teachers," she grinned. "I feel great."
"Was it.. good?" Jennifer asked in a whisper.
"Fantastic," Darlene whispered back conspiratorially.
"Different from school?"
"Definitely," she told her classmate. "First, a real cock is, well, real. It
throbs and pulses and moves on its own because it's alive. I could have taken
Dwayne's pulse if I could count that fast. Or maybe it was my pulse. And then,
when he cums, it's like getting a mini-enema of slime that's kind of hard to
keep from dripping out, especially when your hole's well greased. My stud was
afraid he might hurt me so he used about a half a jar of Vaseline."
"Did you get off?" Wendy asked.
"Not while he was up my butt," Darlene admitted to them. "But I didn't need to.
He licked me off twice, once while I held in an enema and you know how intense
that is."
"Did you lose it?" Maria asked, remembering the humiliation of losing control.
"Almost but just a squirt."
In whispers, the four women shared secrets around the breakfast bar while
sipping coffee. Dwayne and the kids instinctively knew that they weren't welcome
except for Darlene's daughter Jennie who moved in close with her orange juice.
Seeing her standing there uncertainly, the older Jennifer reached out and pulled
her in close, asking, "Do you understand what you're hearing?"
"Not all of it," the girl admitted.
"Give it time," Maria smiled. "You have plenty."
"So do you," Darlene told her.
"I know."
"Well, little Jennifer, you won't have to watch your younger brothers and
sisters today because we're taking over. You can come along if you want," Maria
informed the girl, remembering her own puberty as an oldest of many children.
"We're taking her shopping for a new swimming suit," Darlene told the women.
"I get to pick it, right?" Jennie asked quickly, furrowing her brows into a deep
V.
"Sure," Darlene told her daughter. "Ready to go?"
"And are you guys ready to go to the beach?" Jennifer called out to the younger
children who seem awed by her stature.
"Yeah!" they all yelled, jumping up to get sand buckets, towels, and such. Then
they ran to their bicycles and were off with the three GWU students in close
pursuit yelling for the younger kids to watch for traffic at the entrance to the
cul-de-sac.
"They'll be all right," Darlene said to her husband, trying to also reassure
herself. "Well, are we ready to go?"
"Only if I _really_ get to pick my own suit," Jennie insisted firmly. "Dad
wanted me to get one that made me look like a little girl."
"A lady," her father said, trying to remain calm.
"She's growing up," Darlene reminded her husband.
"I know," Dwayne sighed. "And she wants to show everyone."
"Which she might as well while she has the body for it."
"OK, smarty," he challenged. "You get to approve her suit but I get to pick one
for you and you'll wear it, agreed?"
"OK," Darlene smiled. She knew he had something in mind. She wasn't too sure she
would like it but her husband was sometimes overprotective of his oldest
daughter and if she could loosen up his control a little, then it would be worth
it.
"And not just in the closet or the house," Dwayne added firmly.
"I said OK," Darlene told him, a bit miffed.
"You'll wear it to the beach."
"_OK!_"
The shops along the beach and boardwalk were expensive, so Dwayne drove them out
to where there were ordinary shopping centers, malls, and discount stores.
Although it was mid-summer, almost everyone had already bought a swimsuit for
the season. The family was pleased to find summer sales everywhere and a good
selection.
Although she was already tall for her age and reasonably proportioned for a
teenager, Jennie insisted she wanted a two piece suit cut high on the sides "to
make me look taller" and a top "that shows I'm real, that it's really me and not
padding even if it's not that much." She made herself blush when she chose a
couple of skimpy suits to try on and the salesgirl guarding the changing rooms
didn't help when she told Jennie loudly to leave her underwear on when she tried
on the suits. Dwayne browsed through the lingerie and swimsuits. He wasn't sure
what he was looking for, but knew he would recognize it when he found it.
They moved on, mostly because the women didn't like the sales people or how the
suits were displayed. Two discount department stores later, they decided to try
something different and stopped at a store in a strip mall that advertised
'Thousands of Suits Under $20' on the banner out front.
As they walked in, Dwayne immediately noticed a slender exotic looking black
woman in her thirties modeling a suit for a young man who looked college age.
They were all surprised when she called out, "I'll be with you in a sec'!"
Hi," the woman said in greeting, "Welcome to 'Best Bod'. I'm Candi. My sister, a
couple friends, and I own and run it so we know it well. Wearing our products is
just a gimmick to draw customers. We also design and custom manufacture some of
our swimming suits and we also have dance outfits, 'club wear', and exercise
clothes. We're all fitness nuts," she explained. "So what can I show you?"
"We're just browsing," Dwayne told her.
"For which, or should I say who?" she asked, looking back and forth at Darlene
and her daughter.
"Both," Dwayne replied for them.
She smiled and looked at young Jennifer, asking, "Fully covered, revealing
one-piece, not so revealing two-piece, a bit skimpy, really skimpy, or barely
legal?"
"Maybe a little skimpy," the girl blushed, glancing uncertainly toward her
father.
"Why don't you start on the clearance rack. I bet your dad'd love it if you
found something for ten bucks," she said,gesturing to some racks with big 'SALE'
signs.
"Divide and conquer," a blond beauty in a stunning leotard and heels laughed
from next to Darlene. "I'm Celeste. Same question. On a scale of fully covered
to barely legal, where do you want to start?"
"Just let us look around," Dwayne said, becoming exasperated.
"OK," the girl said cheerily, walking away to approach a teenaged couple who had
just come in. "Hi, what can I show you? Do you want a suit that covers you up or
shows you off?"
"The itsy bitsiest suit you have," the boy said, grinning.
"As long as it won't get me arrested," the girl added.
"And you get to choose it?" Celeste asked, raising her eyebrows.
"She lost a bet," the boy explained.
"Right this way," Celeste chuckled.
Dwayne browsed through some racks of suits, attracted by the suits on the
manikins above them. There really were thousands, displayed on racks four tiers
tall. Darlene looked around for her daughter until the same woman who first
spoke to them approached, saying, "Hi, I'm Brandi. What can I help you find?"
"I said we're just browsing," Dwayne told the sales girl angrily.
"Brandi. And Candi. You're twins," Darlene laughed. "You didn't tell her, hon'.
You told her sister."
"Well we're just looking," Dwayne snapped out.
"Go ahead and look," Brandi said, striking a pose with one hand on her hip and
another behind her head to show off the skimpy cherry-red bikini she was
wearing. "And you come with me," Brandi told Darlene. "He'll never find anything
for you here. All these suits are for girls with little or no top."
"I was looking for my daughter," Darlene told her, holding back.
"The cute brownette with the long hair," Brandi grinned. "I should have seen the
resemblance. She's back by the mix and match section. I'll show you."
That's where they stayed. 'Best Bod Custom' was 32 styles of top, 24 bottoms,
and 16 colors in four different fabrics. Jennie was looking at herself in the
mirrors, semi-clad in a stunning little dark navy bikini. "I like it," she
giggled.
"But will you wear it?" Candi asked her.
"Here I will," Jennie replied. "I don't know about at home. It's kind of small."
"Want to try this bottom?"
Dwayne tagged along. He cringed when he saw his daughter. She was a knock-out in
the little bikini. He felt embarrassed as his cock filled with blood and quickly
looked elsewhere until his eyes fixed on his wife. "You need a suit like that,"
he told her.
"Their coloring is similar so the color would be good, but their bodies are
different enough that it won't work," Candi or Brandi told him. He had forgotten
which was which. "Why don't you try on the same suit and show him."
He had to agree. It was sexy seeing the sides of his wife's boobs squeezed out
the side of the skimpy top but not really very attractive. It made her look fat
and after six weeks of exercise, she had lost most of her fat and was now just
curvy and, in his mind, gorgeous.
They blew Dwayne's budget. He let Jennie get the skimpy custom fit suit plus a
string bikini from the sale rack that wasn't quite as skimpy, a boy-leg
two-piece with an exercise style top, and a stretchy tank-dress cover-up. He
even sprang for 'jelly wedgies', colorful plastic shoes with a wedge heel.
For Darlene, they chose a top that was one continuous loop of fabric that was
widened and shaped in appropriate places to snuggle and support her breasts
without pads or underwires. It was put on like a vest with a simple plastic hook
in front to close it. Dwayne chose two bottoms, one T-back thong that was
illegal in many places and another that provided a little butt coverage. Both
had hooks at the sides "for easy removal," Dwayne kidded. And, of course, a navy
tank-dress and jelly wedgies like Jennie's were added to the pile.
Back at the townhouse, they changed. Dwayne reminded Darlene that she had agreed
to wear whatever suit he chose and he chose the thong. Jennie picked her skimpy
custom suit. Both women pulled on their cover-ups for the bicycle ride down to
the beach. Darlene was acutely aware that her bottom was exposed as she leaned
over the handlebars and 'pedaled her ass' to the beach with her husband right
behind her on the tandem bike.
At first, Darlene and her daughter were embarrassed by the looks that boys and
men gave them. Leers. Ogles. Stares. But they soon relaxed and even enjoyed the
attention, especially Darlene. Dwayne made sure that his wife's previously white
skin wasn't uncomfortably burned. That might ruin their weekend. He spent the
day rubbing suntan lotion on her exposed skin. Sensuously. Deliciously.
Wonderfully.
Darlene and her daughter joined Jennifer, Maria, and Wendy in a beach volleyball
game with four college age men that the women had met. One of the young men had
a fifteen-year-old younger brother who was immediately taken with Jennie.
Dwayne said he didn't mind watching the kids. But he didn't spend much time
watching them, even when he was helping them build a giant sandcastle. His eyes
seldom left the area of the volley ball game. Five gorgeous women. Jumping.
Bouncing breasts and fannies. He smiled. His wife was no slouch when it came to
beauty, her maturity contrasting nicely with the youngsters' bodies.
Supper was uneventful. The younger students joined the family for more
sandwiches, chips, and veggie munchies, followed by another trip to the beach to
play in the surf until the sun was nearly set.
The children all fell asleep early, exhausted by their fun at the beach. All
except for Jennie. She watched the end of an HBO movie with Jennifer, Wendy, and
Maria, making popcorn and acting as the hostess.
Darlene felt restless. "Let's take a walk," she suggested to Dwayne.
"If you'll wear your bikini," he challenged.
She agreed. The on-shore breeze was a little chilly but not too uncomfortable,
especially when Dwayne gave her his flannel-lined windbreaker. He wore his
all-purpose shorts that he also used as swim trunks and a sleeveless sweatshirt
with a hood.
They walked slowly down toward the beach, talking as they went, covering every
possible subject: the kids, camps, Dwayne's job, money problems, you name it.
Darlene blushed when a carload of teenagers yelled, "Nice ass." They circled the
block for another look, the car moving at walking speed behind them.
"Dwayne, they're following us."
"I know."
"I'm scared."
"Don't be. They're just admiring that gorgeous ass of yours." They could hear
the comments.
"Geez, it looks like she's not wearin' nuthin'."
"Look at that wiggle!"
"Un-fuckin' believable. Man, would I like to get my hands on those cheeks."
Darlene finally admitted to herself that she loved the idea of having her body
admired by teenagers.
The car turned up the beachfront lane as Dwayne and Darlene continued onto the
beach. Once Dwayne had turned his wife away from the glow from the town's
lights, his hands began to caress her. He playfully moved behind her to cup her
breasts through the light jacket.
Darlene wanted to feel his hands on her, not through layers of nylon shell,
flannel lining, and bikini knit, so she unzipped the jacket and unhooked the
front hook of her top. Her husband's hands immediately took advantage of the
opening as he nuzzled her neck from the back, whispering, "I want you. Right
here. Right now."
"There are people around," Darlene whispered back nervously. They had passed two
or three couples in the darkness, just vague outlines. But they were there --
close.
"I don't care," he growled in a voice that was barely perceptible over the sound
of the waves rolling in. They laid down in the sand which still held some heat
from the sun so it was warmer than standing in the on-shore breeze. Dwayne
immediately tugged down Darlene's bottom and began feasting on her pussy.
'Tension does it for me,' Darlene realized. She was nervous. Scared. Afraid of
being caught and arrested for public indecency or licentious behavior or some
such charge. Tense. And very, very aroused. 'It must be tension,' her mind said
as her hips instinctively bucked up to increase the pressure from her husband's
skilled tongue on her very wet pussy. "Fuck me," she begged him in a whisper so
quiet he didn't hear the first time. "Please fuck me now."
He heard her. He pulled his bathing shorts down his thighs and buried his cock
in the warm, wet pussy, amazed when he sank in half way before even feeling any
friction. One more thrust left their public hair tangled.
So daring, writhing on the beach. Darlene felt every grain of sand under her
bottom as she ground her pelvis into her husband, gasping at the feelings. She
was going to come. She knew it. No way to miss the signs. He was leaning up over
her, his cock pressed against the top of her sopping cunt, alternately thrusting
and grinding. And getting to her clitoris in ways that normally required a
finger or...
"Yeah, just like that. Shit! Fuck me," she whispered between shrill grunts and
whimpers of pleasure. "Oh, gawd, Yes!" She was rocking her pelvis, grinding her
crotch into her husband's pelvis, rubbing her clit with the contact. "Yes! Oh,
fuck, shiiitt, da.. a.. amn!"
She clung to him, hump-bump-hump-grind-gasp, moving for just the right amount of
friction, of stimulation, of loving contact with the man she loved. "Baby, oh
baby, that was _SO_ good," she sighed, quickly asking, "But you didn't come. How
do you want it?"
"Blow job?" he asked uncertainly, sitting back on his haunches.
"Anything for you, lover," she told him. He stood up and she used his legs to
pull herself to her knees.
"Don't make me wait," he told her softly, groaning through his clenched teeth.
"I need to come."
Darlene needed relief from the tension of being naked on the beach, her bikini
bottom discarded somewhere in the sand and her jacket and top open so her
nipples brushed Dwayne's thighs as she slurped down on his cock and swished her
tongue sideways as she pulled back, firmly pressing his prick with her lips. All
seemed right with the world as a wave gently washed up, flicking them softly
with cool water as she ministered to her lover.
He didn't tolerate her sensuous fellatio for long before he grabbed the back of
her head and began panting, "yes, yes, yes, ah, fuck, yes," in time with his
thrusts, going faster and faster until he shot hot sperm into his wife's mouth
with a final gaspof "aaaahh, yeessssss." Dwayne pulled her up into his arms and
hugged her tightly.
"Encore, encore," a male and female voice began chanting quietly from the
darkness only fifteen or twenty feet away. Their chant was accompanied by soft
clapping. And then three or four other couples from different directions and
distances joined in quiet applause, an ovation of thanks for the sensuous
performance.
Darlene clung to Dwayne, burying her face in his chest. "No one could really see
anything," Dwayne tried to reassure his sexy wife. Then he teased, "Shouldn't we
take a bow? Come on. Hands up. 'Ta-da'. Now.. bow low."
Darlene knew what he was doing... and what she was doing. Once everyone's eyes
were used to the darkness, they could make out vague outlines of the features on
the beach and even the other couples nearby. Lifting their arms also lifted her
breasts, showing those who were looking that her breasts were bare. Their bow
let her breasts hang down, silhouetted against the dim glow in the mist and
humid air. She wondered if anyone could tell that her nipples were hard or that
she was getting aroused all over again. Could anyone see Dwayne's cock? Was he
getting hard again? Was he half as turned on as she felt?
