Coming down gently

We finally got back from our little summer break 1 am Tuesday morning, having laid 1600km of Europes busiest motorways behind us, so we were ready just to tumble into bed. As is our custom, we had driven straight to the summerhouse as coming back to the house/business is just too much to face. We had told our staff not to expect us back in the business until the Wednesday to give us time to recover, but they had told such clients as had enquired not to expect us until the Thursday. Yay! An extra days holiday!

Also Yay! No kids! Son, who had been texting with his girlfriend non-stop while we had been away (much to our annoyance and doubtless great expense), wanted to be taken to her place as soon as possible. Daughter had made plans to go to her bestest friend for a sleepover. There was shopping to get and a few essential things to sort out, but by late afternoon on that perfect august day we were back at the summerhouse. Alone.

We ate a leisurely lunch and basked on the lawn, then as the shadows lengthened and afternoon crept on into evening we changed into our swimming things and went down to the beach. The sea was flat calm and pink, mirroring the colour of the evening sky. This has been the hottest summer for many years and the water was not just tolerable but actually warm. There was nobody about save a small boat moored a mile offshore and a solitary seagull floating impassively just beyond the sandbar.

We waded hand in hand out until the water was chest, then neck-deep. It was still warm. Heather threw her arms about my neck and kissed me long and deep. I held her close to me as she crossed her legs behind my back. I slid one hand down inside her bikini pants, following the curve of her bum and she clasped me even closer, teasing my tongue with hers. I turned her around and started trying to figure out the clasp on her new bikini top but she pulled away as the sound of voices wafted across the water from the beach.

We watched them walk by and then I grabbed her shoulder-straps.

”I want to see those tits. Now.”

This time she raised no objection as I unclipped her and took a step back to marvel at the way her liberated breasts took on a whole new shape in the water, fuller and more rounded, bobbing seductively with the ebb and flow of the sea. As I pulled her to me again her hands darted down and with one deft movement my shorts were around my knees and she was holding tight onto my erection.

Heather is usually a bit reticent about having sex in public places, the last time being years ago on a misty Welsh mountain top with a flock of sheep as spectators, but I took this as a green light to take off her bikini bottoms and having kicked my shorts off completely I threaded the three garments onto my arm to save future embarassment and we wallowed and splashed and fooled about, feeling the freedom of letting the warm water wash our naked bodies.

And then we fucked.

My hand in her cleft found a new warmth and a more intense wetness. Heather hoisted herself onto me, gripped her legs around me and laid back in the water. I held her afloat by gripping her firmly around one nipple, causing her to moan out loud and grip me all the tighter. As she came closer to orgasm she dismounted and I stood beside her, working away at her clitoris as she wanked me furiously.

When she finally came her legs gave way beneath her and I had to support her with a hand in the small of the back so stop her submerging. Then suddenly she was cold and asked if I minded us getting out of the water again. I hadn’t come yet and she was apologetic as we slowly waded back towards the beach with its pine tree fringe now thrown into sharp silhouette by the flame-red sky.

I didn’t mind a bit, I assured her. I would take her doggy-style on the towel up there in the dunes.


(to be continued)