HOT TALES:
Sex on the Beach
by
John Springs
Other books by John Springs
Hot Tales: (Adult short stories)
Light or dark meat
Cruising for three
Docking
Pierced
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Springtime in Sonora
Mystery on the Tramway
Drama in the Mother Lode
Coachella Valley Traffic Jam
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“We really haven’t seen Jamie much since we’ve been on the ship.” Said Trish, my wife of twenty-three happy years, looking up from her rum infused coffee piled high with whipped cream.
“You’re right.” I answered, “She said she’d spend her free time with us, but I really wonder if she has been working the entire three days of the cruise?”
“I think she has been doing extra shifts. I heard another staff member say that several people were quarantined to their cabins with sore throats.”
“A sore throat doesn’t sound like a reason to lock someone in their cabin!” I said surprised.
“We’re on a ship remember? Those little germs travel quickly in small environment. If they don’t confine them pretty soon everyone – crew and passengers would all be sick.” Trish was an RN at our local hospital, she’d know about germs in confined spaces.
When Jamie emailed us three months ago to ask if we wanted to take advantage of the friends and family rate on the cruise ship she was working, we jumped on the chance. We had been looking for a way to celebrate now that our youngest son graduated from college and we were empty-nesters. So two weeks after attending his graduation ceremony, here we were, finishing breakfast on the Star of the Seas about to dock in St. Martin. Everything on board had been wonderful. As friends and family of a crew member we were basically filling an unsold cabin and it looked as though Jamie had pulled a few strings with the cabin we were assigned.
We had a large balcony just beyond our sitting room that afforded us a lot of privacy. We’d been sunbathing naked while at sea yesterday and in the middle of the afternoon Trish gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life on one of the chaise lounges. It was one of those times that everything was perfect. The sun was warm, the ship’s engines were making this low rumbling vibration, the ocean stretched for miles before us and my wife was sucking on my cock like there was no tomorrow. She took her time licking my shaft, tonguing the head of my dick alternating between taking me deep into her mouth and sucking on the tip. She knows what she is doing and while she always gives me great head, being outside in the sun on the ocean yesterday made my orgasm overwhelming. How could it get any better? Well, I found out an hour after I came deep inside her throat when she positioned herself on my cock and took me deep inside her pussy. She had her back to me and we looked out at the ocean while she was on my cock riding me and fingering herself to orgasm.
This is how it had been at home too. Once we realized that we now had the house to ourselves, our sex life definitely improved. No more waiting until the kids were asleep, our out to the movies with the threat of them coming any minute. No, we were home alone and were rediscovering the physical pleasures that brought us together in the first place.
Trish had lost the baby weight quickly after our two sons were born, but her breasts remained nice and full after feeding them. She had filled out a little bit over the years, but her figure was one that was the envy of many women half of her age. I’d gone up a couple of notches in my belt, but since becoming a vegetarian a few years ago and adopting a regular exercise routine, I was in better shape than when we were married. Our other friends always told us that we were sickening and they were jealous: Two good looking people, successful at life, and happily in love with one another.
“Hey guys, I thought I might find you here.” A familiar voice in a ship’s officer uniform said.
“Jamie, you finally got away.” Trish said as she pulled out a chair so that she could join us.
“I don’t have a lot of time, I have to help offload some passengers here, but I wanted to see what you were doing today. Are you going ashore?”
“Well, yes. We thought of perhaps doing some shopping and some looking around.” I answered quickly, not wanting to let Trish give our plans away.
“Cool. I was thinking that I could join you, I’ve been to St. Martin a number of times on these cruises and know a lot of great spots.”
“Oh, I don’t know. We don’t want you to give up your time off.” Trish had caught on and was also trying to discourage Jamie from joining us and ruining our plans for the day.
“Nonsense, I was going to show you the nude beach on the French side of the island.” Jamie said without batting an eye.
“Really?” I responded. “I didn’t know you were a nudist.”
“Well, I am. Well, since being on the ship anyway. A lot of the crew like getting a tan without suits and many of us head over to the beaches when we dock here. You guys still go naked don’t you? I mean, I assume you still do, and that my idea wouldn’t shock you.” Jamie put a finger in her mouth and batted her eyes attempting to look coy.
“No dear, I mean yes – we are still nudists, in fact we wanted to thank you for the private balcony in our stateroom. And, we were going to head into town to catch a taxi over to Orient Beach, which we have heard a lot about. Are you sure that you want to tag along with us, instead of going with your friends on the crew?” Trish patted Jamie’s arm.
“Well, as it turns out, I have been working a couple of double shifts because a lot of my colleagues are sick and confined to their cabins. So I traded and now I have the entire day off after my short little stint this morning. I have been kind of neglecting you and you are my guests and all.” Jamie smiled and leaned forward in her chair. “So are you ready to go?”
“We can be in half an hour!” I said smiling and looking forward to being on the beach with two women.
“Great. I have to help get people ashore when we dock. But after that I can meet you in town. There’s a taxi stand by the main plaza. Wait for me there.” She got up ready to leave and looked at us in case we had any questions.
“Sounds great! See you there!” Trish said for both of us.
With a little wave over her shoulder, Jamie disappeared into the bowels of the cruise ship.
“Are you sure you’re ok with this?” I asked as we walked back to the cabin to get ready to go ashore.
“Yeah, I think so. I’ve known Jamie a long time. She’s cool. But, I don’t think there won’t be any sex on the beach today.”
“You weren’t really planning on doing that anyway were you? Just because it’s a nude beach, it’s still public and there are a lot of people around.” We’d made love in some fairly adventurous circumstances, but had never done it in public.
“Well, not on the beach. But I had thought of jumping on your cock while standing in the ocean. You could handle that can’t you?” With that Trish gave me a little devilish smile as she skipped down the corridor ahead of me.
“That’s not going to happen now, unless we ditch Jamie at a beach bar!” I laughed catching up to her at the cabin door.
* * *
Half an hour later we were heading for the gangplank. Trish had changed into one of her Wicked Weasel bikinis with a beach cover-up. She had a thin blanket and some sunscreen in her beach bag. I wasn’t sure if I should wear swim trunks or not, after all we were going to a nudist beach, and had opted for baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I had a small backpack with a couple of waters, a towel and my point-and-shoot camera – just in case.
We showed our passports to the security team and walked down the ramp to the dock at St. Martin. At the end of the pier just past the beach bars was a central plaza with a lot of drivers trying to entice ship passengers into tours of the island. We waved off several of them and told them we were waiting for a friend to join us. We didn’t have to wait long, Jamie came jogging towards us wearing a short sundress, a large hat, oversized sunglasses and carrying a gigantic beach bag.
I’d forgotten what she looked like in “civilian” clothes, the few times we’d seen her on board she’d been wearing her ship’s officer uniform. Jamie was taller than Trish, about five six or seven. She didn’t have much on top; but Jamie had a really nice rear end and the longest legs I’ve ever seen on a woman. I’d only met her a few times when she worked with Trish at the local hospital but it looked as though working on the cruise ship had done her good. She had a nice tan and lost some of the extra weight that she had back home.
“You look like a celebrity, with those Hollywood shades!” Trish laughed as Jamie gave us both hugs.
“Just in case any of my ship mates are going ashore, I didn’t want to get recognized!” She answered as she looked up and down the row of taxis. Apparently she found what she was looking for as she grabbed Trish arm and beckoned me to follow her. She stopped in front of an orange colored Volkswagen Jetta, knocked on the window at the napping driver who broke into a big grin the moment he saw her.
“Miss Jamie, how you been?” The big black man said getting out of the car and coming over to the passenger side.
“I’ve been good Jan, how’s life treating you?” She said handing him her beach bag and motioning us to give him our bags as well.
“Oh you know. The same as always, the kids are in school, my ex nags me to find a real job and business is slow.” He held the door open and Trish and Jamie climbed into the back while Jan motioned me to sit in front.
“Where to Miss Jamie, shall we go to your usual beach spot?” Jan asked as he started the car.
“Yes please Jan. These are my friends Trish and Adam; they’re on the ship this week as my guests.”
“Ah, always good to meet friends of Miss Jamie.” Jan gave a big broad smile as he deftly maneuvered the car through the narrow streets and towards the road out of town.
Jamie and Trish were chatting together in the back seat, Trish was passing along the latest scuttlebutt at the hospital and telling her which doctor was sleeping with which nurse. Jamie had been gone for a little over a year, and a lot of things had changed at home. I was watching the road, we’d left town behind and were going through what looked to be countryside, though there weren’t any farms. Jan took a sharp right and I could see the ocean ahead.
He came to a stop in a dirt parking lot with a lot of cars and a number of signs advertising various beach bars. As soon as he stopped, Jamie jumped out of the car, shoved some bills into Jan’s hand and fetched her own bag from the trunk. Jan got out of the car at the same time as me and was talking quietly to Jamie as I grabbed our bags from the back. She broke off the conversation and Jan got in the car and drove off.
“He’ll be back at five-thirty to pick us up.” She said. “Follow me; we have a little bit of a walk.” She kicked off her flip-flops, threw them into her bag and headed off.
“This isn’t what I pictured”. I said hurrying to keep up with Jamie and Trish.
“It’s a little overdeveloped right here. The nude section is a couple of hundred yards up the beach. Because of the parking lot most of the tourists end up near one of the beach bars right there. The beach is topless, as are all the beaches on the island but the nude beach is a little walk – but it is worth it.” She smiled as she looked over her shoulder. After a short distance we reached a large sign welcoming us to the Orient nude beach. Jamie went about one hundred feet past the sign and stopped.
“What do you think of this spot?” She asked as she dropped her bag in the sand.
I looked around, the nearest couple, totally nude, was about two-hundred feet away from us and we were roughly twenty feet from where the waves were breaking.
“Looks fine to me.” When I turned back around, Jamie had just finished unbuttoning the last button of her sundress and took it off. She was wearing nothing underneath it, and as I remembered her breasts were nicely shaped and her nipples were pierced with small silver rings with little balls on them. She had an allover tan and as she took off her giant hat and bent over to put her dress in her bag I felt myself getting hard in my baggy shorts. Trish was in her Wicked Weasel bikini which didn’t hide much and was pulling her beach blanket out of her bag while putting her beach cover-up in it. She looked over at Jamie and shouted out.
“Wow, when did you get the piercings? You didn’t have those when we were working together did you?”
“You like them? I figured that I was too scared to get implants and I wanted my boobies to look good, so I got these. One of my girlfriends on board had it done so shortly after I started on board I had them pierced when we were in port. Do you like them?” She asked cupping her breasts in her hands and proudly presenting her nipples to Trish.
“Like them? I love them. They make your breasts look, I don’t know, like you should have always had them. I have to ask though, did it hurt?” Trish continued taking off her bikini as they were talking, her breasts swinging free of the little pieces of nylon that contained them. Soon I was the only one wearing clothes, which was a little ridiculous, but I was waiting for my excitement to die down.
“Yes, it hurt. But the pain is only brief when they pushed the piercing needle through. It doesn’t matter how bad it was though, because I think they are the finishing touch.” Jamie proudly thrust her chest out tried to get her boobies to swing back and forth. Then she got busy pulling a large bag that looked like a rolled up tent out of her giant bag.
“Here let me help you with that. I was wondering why you had that huge beach bag.” I said recovering my senses and tossing my shirt into Trish’s bag.
“Sure, it’s our beach shade for when we get tired of the sun a little later.” She said, unrolling the nylon.
“Tired of the sun? I don’t think so.” Trish said, who was by now completely naked and rubbing some sunscreen on her breasts.
“Well, you’ll see it will be a great spot to take a little snooze after lunch.” Jamie replied, showing me how to slide the shock-corded poles into the sleeves of the nylon. Soon we had a contraption that looked just like half of a backpackers dome tent. Jamie set it down, slung her beach bag into it and headed for the water.
“You guys coming or not? Why, you still have your clothes on!” She said laughing as she walked down to the beach.
“You go ahead, I’m just putting sunscreen on, and I’ll swim in a little while.” Trish replied. Then looking at me, she asked. “What’s the matter with you? You’re usually the first one to get naked? Oh, I get it; Jamie’s pierced titties turned you on didn’t they?” Trish smiled. “I’ve been thinking about doing that for a while, do you think it would look good on me?” She asked holding her breasts up for me to check out, rolling her nipples between her fingers.
“Honey, you look great just as you are, but if you want to do that I don’t think I’d object and I’ll hold your hand while they’re piercing you.”
“I’ll just bet you would; now slip your shorts off before you become the laughing stock of the nude beach.” Trish grinned as she laid down on her back letting the sun work its magic on her naked body.
I took off my shorts and sat down next to her, still a little concerned over getting hard again. We’d been nudists for a long time and generally I never got an erection while I was naked. What was different today? Was it that Jamie had invited us here? She was an attractive woman, was I turned on by her? I lay down on my back, no longer concerned over the state of my cock. I was here on one of the nicest beaches in the Caribbean, my gorgeous naked wife was next to me, and her friend was off playing in the waves. Her naked friend. Her naked friend with pierced nipples. I decided I’d better roll over on my stomach and within minutes I was asleep.
I must have slept mere minutes, and woke up to see Jaime standing over me dripping water and drying her back with a towel. I got up and without saying a word, ran down to the waves and dove in to the warm, but still bracing water. As I came up for air, I saw Trish walking down the beach, her breasts swaying back and forth, coming in to join me.
“Are you ok?” She asked when she reached me.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just a little unsettled.”
“Jamie looks hot doesn’t she? I find myself attracted to her too.”
“You know, I don’t remember her this way when you two worked at the hospital.”
“Yeah, she was always a little dowdy; I think this job has really brought her out of her shell.” Trish said, putting her arms around my neck.
“She’s definitely out of her shell.” I said. “I can’t believe it was her idea, to ask us to the nude beach.”
“Well I may have suggested the other day that we were hoping to go.” Trish nuzzled my neck.
“Oh ok, now it makes much more sense.”
“But she does go here regularly you’ve noticed that she doesn’t have any tan lines.” Trish let go of my neck and reached for my cock under the water. “So are we going to play, like we talked about?”
“What about your friend on the beach?”
“You think she doesn’t know why I ran in after you” Trish began stroking me and I started getting hard again.
“Well, like you said, she can’t see what is going on under water.” I said with a big grin. With that, Trish put her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist. I took a few steps into a little deeper water and she became more buoyant and easy to hold. She slid down my waist and grabbed my cock in her hand.
“Now he’s nice and hard. Are you still thinking about Jamie?” She asked.
“No, I’m actually thinking about what you would look like with rings in your nipples.” I answered looking down at her breasts floating to the top of the water. She rubbed my cock between her lips and after two tries, my cock slipped deep into my wife’s pussy.
“That feels better, go slow and don’t make waves.” She said with a laugh as she pulled me in with her legs. “Is anyone watching us?”
“There’s a couple walking along the beach but they’re not paying any attention. Jamie is sitting in front of the shelter looking this way, but I’m not sure if she is looking at us.” She started moving up and down and when the water started splashing, she giggled and slowed down. I grabbed her hips and ground myself deep into her pussy.
I checked the beach to see anyone could see us fucking a mere hundred feet from where the waves were breaking. It was quiet, Jamie was laying on her back on her towel. The naked couple had gone past us walking along the waterline and paid no attention to us. Trish bent in half and wrapped her arms around my neck crushing her breasts against my chest. Since she was now vertical instead of horizontal, I jumped up and down a few times settling my cock even deeper inside her.
“Oh that feels good. I want you deep inside me. Jump again.”
I did as she asked and though it seemed impossible it felt as though she took even more of me in her. With her legs still locked around me, she let go of my neck and floated back in the water. I looked down at my beautiful wife with her eyes closed floating free in the ocean and started pushing my cock in and out of her. We were making definitely making waves now.
“Oh Adam, this feels so good. The water, your cock, please rub your thumb on my clit?”
I held onto her with one hand and pushed my thumb between us and found her little button. I could feel her pussy contracting and she gave a little moan.
“That’s the spot Adam, its perfect right there, oh my god I think I’m going to come right here in the ocean.”
“I’m coming too; I can’t hold out any longer, I am going to finish ahead of you.” I said quietly.
“I’m ready for you, just don’t yell. Come quietly and let’s not draw attention to ourselves.” She admonished.
However the last of what she said was pure unintelligible gibberish to me as I spurted my come deep inside my wife’s pussy in the middle of the Caribbean ocean with the sun on my back and our friend a hundred feet away.
“I feel it; I can feel your come inside me. Oh god, that feels so good.” Trish said in a loud whisper. She used her legs to pull me deeper inside her and I grabbed her by the waist pumping the last of my load into her as far as it would go. When I was done, she floated on her back away from me, playfully splashing me.
“Did you come too?” I asked quietly slowly swimming my way over.
“I had a small one, but I know that you’re the one that really needed it. Maybe now you can look at Jamie’s and not get an instant hard on.” She smiled as she said it.
“Look I’m sorry, I don’t usually get like that you know. It’s just something about being here with you, the warm weather…”
“…the rings in her nipples.” Trish finished my sentence for me. “I don’t have a problem, I really don’t. I’m not jealous – a little envious of her piercings perhaps – but I know that you love me and that at the end of the cruise it will be you and I that get on that airplane to go home together to live the rest of our lives. So let’s have a good time, we’re in St. Martin, the weather is great, the water is beautiful, this beach is amazing, how can it get any better?”
“You’re amazing and I love you.”
“Me too, more than I can tell you.” She said as she stood up and threw her arms around my neck again kissing my ear. “I’m getting out, are you ready?” She reached under the water and gave my softening hard cock a little squeeze.
“You go ahead, I’m going to swim a little and get some exercise, I’ll be right there.” I answered. During her little speech I started getting semi-hard again and wanted to stay in the cooling water before walking up the beach to the shade tent. What would Jamie say if I came walking over with a hard-on?
“We’ll find a piercing studio when we get home and I’ll get them done.” She said over her shoulder at me as she walked out of the water and up to our little spot on the beach.
* * *
I swam along the shoreline watching other nude couples walking hand in hand along the shoreline, some talking, and some looking down at shells, most oblivious to everything around them, especially a naked man getting some exercise in the warm Caribbean ocean.
After thirty minutes or so of swimming, I decided I had enough and headed for the beach. I was quite a distance from our shade tent, but being on the beach naked was not a big deal and I started walking along the shoreline. As I got closer, I saw our tent and stuff but didn’t see the two girls. They must have gone to one of the beach bars to get a beer. I sure hope they remember to get me one. Then when I was about thirty feet away, I spotted them. They were inside the shade tent and Trish was lying on her stomach and Jamie was working her hand furiously between Trish’s legs. A bottle of suntan lotion was standing near Trish’s head, and she was glistening with the lotion. It was pretty obvious what had happened here. Trish had her eyes closed and Jamie was so focused on what she was doing that neither of them noticed me. I didn’t know if I should walk up, or stay away to let them finish. I decided to back up a little bit and sat down in the sand to watch and enjoy.
Trish had encounters with women before, a touch or feel under the water in a communal hot tub with the bubbles hiding what was going on, but nothing out in the open or even in public like here. Jamie alternated between rubbing her fast and slow and when she mover hand quickly into Trish’s cunt, her rings bounced against her tits and looked sexy. I started getting hard again sitting in the warm sand, but this time I didn’t care if I walked back to the tent with an erection. Trish pushed her bottom up off the sand and Jamie slid most of her hand inside Trish and worked her fingers furiously. They both had their eyes closed and I could see Trish’s entire body start to shake. Jamie took her free hand and put it over Trish mouth to keep her quiet. Trish bit one of Jamie’s fingers and sucked it into her mouth just as she does with my cock. One final push of her ass in the air and Trish collapsed on the sand. Jamie pulled her fingers out of Trish’s wet cunt and started licking them clean. I realized that she was also licking my come off her hand and decided hard-on or not, I was going to join them.
“Hi honey, how was your swim?” Trish said when I sat down right next to them.
“It was good, how was your orgasm?” I replied with a smile.
“Ooh, so nice. I was wondering if anyone could see us.” Trish stifled a giggle and looked over at Jamie who was done licking her fingers.
“It was my idea; please don’t get mad at her.” Jamie said. “I sort of got carried away when I was putting suntan lotion on her back. Her body was nice and warm, the lotion was all slippery and she told me what you guys did in the water and I was turned on and wanted some of that.”
“But you didn’t get any.” Trish said. “He had a nice orgasm out in the water. I just had a nice come here with your skilled fingers, but what about you?”
“Well, there’s the rest of the day isn’t there? Jan isn’t coming back to pick us up until five-thirty and it isn’t even lunch time yet. Don’t worry; you can both have a chance at making sure that we’re even by the end of the afternoon.” With that, she picked up the bottle of suntan oil, squeezed a large amount on her chest and started rubbing it in. Trish and I both leaned over and with one hand each started helping her making sure no spot was left uncovered.
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