Stories on the Beach Rachel Taylor To begin, my husband Brian and I are both in our early 40s and have been married for 20 years with two great kids. I’m a mild exhibitionist when my inhibitions are sufficiently lowered or my horniness is sufficiently roused which matches well with my husband’s (or any man’s) voyeuristic tendencies. Normally our sex life is constrained by children and community but on occasion we can get away and loosen up. Near the end of our family vacation together we sent our kids to the big city to visit their cousins and that gave us some much-anticipated liberty. Brian discovered the postings in the Female Show Offs (FSO) forum and suspected (very correctly) that I would be keenly interested in real anecdotes from similarly inclined women. Unknown to me he collected quite an archive and printed off a copy to present me at the right time. Having teased each other without relief in the days prior to our kid’s departure, we were hot for each other. Our first day alone was spent around the house with lots of time in bed and several episodes of lovemaking. Day 2 was forecast as hot and sunny and we planned a trip to the beach. Brian’s preference would have been a nude beach but I need lots of persuasion before I’ll go, so we compromised and went to a regular beach instead. This beach is about 900 meters long and the crowd tends to gather in the center near the life guard post and canteen facilities. As we had no life guard concerns of our own, we agreed to head to the far end of the beach where we might be able to discreetly torment each other throughout the day. I further agreed not to change into my swimsuit immediately but instead kept my sun dress on. This is a dress that appeals greatly to me when in a showoff mood. It buttons all the way from hem to neckline (or perhaps I could more accurately say it unbuttons all the way from neckline to hem). It displays a nice amount of cleavage (of which I seem to obtain more with each passing year) and is fairly short and flared at the hem. I wear no bra with this dress and was persuaded to part with my panties as well during the drive to the beach. I drove on the trip down and removed my panties at the first stop on the way out of town. During the drive to the beach (about 75 minutes) Brian pulled his suit down to his ankles and played with his cock and occasionally fingered my pussy. He made up and told me an extemporaneous fantasy during the trip that got me very hot and wet (he had me imagine myself back in my college days posing with a girlfriend for the photography club and getting very carried away in our session -- but let’s leave that aside for a moment). Despite all this teasing he did not let me come. When he withdrew I began to play with myself but he told me to wait. I was extremely aroused by the time we strolled onto the beach. The skies were quite hazy to begin with and the ocean here is generally cool so it was not a hardship for me to leave my swimsuit in our tote bag. Some of you can no doubt recall the exciting feeling of wearing a thin dress with no panties in a public place when the sea breeze is blowing all about and occasionally catching the hem of your dress. I loved how the cool air felt between my legs and across my thinly covered nipples. We walked far down the beach and finally found a spot that was relatively private. No one was to our immediate left and there was only one other couple about 50 meters to our right. We lay out a pair of blankets at the far edge of the beach away from the surf and Brian then positioned our tote bag, cooler and towels to partially block the view of the other couple. I lay down next to this barrier and Brian lay down by me which partially obscured my body from other folk who would undoubtedly stroll along the length of the beach from time to time. I lay on my tummy and slipped my arms out of the straps of my dress. This further exposed my breasts but to no-one’s direct view other than Brian’s. The back of the dress covered my bare ass if in a somewhat less than fully modest way. It was at this point Brian handed me the FSO printouts and suggested I might enjoy browsing through them. Did I ever! - It was an undeniable turn-on to read real erotic stories from other women’s perspectives and especially so when the events described so touched my personal fantasies. As I leafed through the pages, lingering on some of the better postings, Brian continued to tease my body. He would stare at my breasts and tell me how turned on he was getting or he would reach down my neckline and fondle my nipples with the tips of his fingers. He eventually undid enough buttons that each breast was barely contained but people walking along the shoreline would be unable to determine this. We kept stealing glances along each direction of the beach and often when no one was in the immediate vicinity he would rub my ass through the thin material of the dress and sometimes run his hands under the hemline to touch my flesh directly. It was the perfect scenario for a long drawn out tease. Someone would walk down the length of the beach and he would stop touching me and simply pretend to be stretched out on the blanket. When the strollers went by, his hand would again slip under my hemline, often raising my dress far enough to expose my milky-white cheeks. I of course, could tease right back by either massaging his hard cock through the material of his swimsuit or by reading aloud some of the more scorching postings. One of his turn-ons is to hear erotica written in the female voice read by a sexy female and who was I to deny a man who was making my pussy ooze all over our blanket. As the teasing progressed he exposed my ass more frequently and eventually let his fingers explore me more intimately. He would run the tips of his fingers across my asshole and down into my very wet cunt to delve for a while before retreating. While I felt somewhat reassured that nothing explicit took place when anyone was too close, I still experienced the thrill of knowing my ass might be visible and that someone in just the right place might see his hand buried between my legs. Of course the longer this went on, the more relaxed my attitude became about who might be too close. You can imagine how these intense sensations might cloud a poor woman’s judgment. We say men think with their cocks but I can assure you my clit sometimes makes decisions for me. I knew I could take little more of this before exploding in orgasm but Brian ratcheted things up a notch by asking me to roll over. I set my reading aside and lay on my back and saw the haze start to dissipate and felt the sun warm my body. I closed my eyes and gave in to the tingling I could feel throughout my body. . . I closed my eyes and left my husband free to undo further buttons at each end of my dress. . . I closed my eyes and allowed him to turn down my neckline and fully expose both breasts. . . I closed my eyes and felt his hands alternate in massaging my breasts or sliding up my thighs to touch my cunt. I closed my eyes and finally forsook the responsibility to watch for others on the beach. With this responsibility gone it became easy to imagine that men were looking at me. Knowing how intensely my husband enjoys displaying me added force to the notion that I was perhaps now being finger fucked in full view. Acutely tuned to my sense of things, Brian began a furious rhythm with his fingers on my clit. I came with a rare intensity and let the waves of climax course from my toes and through my body with a fiery focus within my pulsating cunt. My entire body spasmed as I hit each new peak of pleasure. The world vanished for a moment until finally I remembered to breathe and slowly slowly I drifted back to reality. I was an immensely satisfied woman. There was more teasing and more sex through the rest of day. I’ll spare you the details of changing into my suit near a group of twenty something’s or how later in the afternoon my husband removed his suit and lay under a thin towel while I gave him back his own medicine. There’s no need to relate how I teased him as he drove home or the lovemaking that followed or how I was persuaded to visit the nude beach a day later. Trust me -- the climax of this story occurred with that first orgasm. May the sunshine on you on your next trip to the beach.