I’ve always loved the beach. After my divorce finalized I bought a condo with a beautiful ocean view about 100 yards from the beach. It was exactly what I needed to rebuild myself and my budding romance with my husband grew along the shore. When we moved in together, we kept it as a vacation home. When we moved to Texas we sold it. The privately managed association was causing issues, there were some structural problems with the building and Dr P was concerned that it was about to become a money pit (he was right) and so we sold it for a nice chunk of change.
I miss it, especially now as the weather warms up.
Oh sure we have a pool and the beach does have it’s inconveniences (sand gets everywhere) but I do miss it.
Some of my earliest sexual experiences were on the beach. I used to take a church group (CYO) bus trip to the beach in the summers with my first ‘big girl’ boyfriend. We would go to a beach with a seedy, run down amusement park right behind the shore and sneak vodka in orange juice bottles. The ride took about an hour and a half and we’d be pleasantly lit by the time we got there. A few goes on the old wooden roller coaster would get my adrenaline up (men, if you want to get laid, ride a roller coaster with her) and then the heat from the sun would do the rest. When I get hot physically I get hot metaphorically. We’d wade out into the surf and make out in the waves. We would play with each other underwater. I’m sure everyone looking knew what was going on but I didn’t care, we’ve already established I like public exposure and at 14 and drunk I wasn’t thinking ‘oh what if there are little kids’.
I’d have my legs wrapped around his hips and he’d have the crotch of my bikini pulled aside, fingers deep in my cunt while I stroked him. We tried to do it a few times like that, just put it right in. It hurt too much so I made him stop but we’d rub together. I came like that several times, early examples of my exhibitionism.
Later as a young married woman I fucked my husband on a dock at night. It was a lake, not the ocean but water. I suspect I’ve a little mermaid in me, maybe more than a little. Dr P wanted to have sex on the beach with me. We never did. Partly because at forty-something I didn’t want to deal with sand in my coochie and there was a very comfortable bed 100 yards away but also I wasn’t 14 anymore and I didn’t want one of the neighborhood kids maybe seeing. The difference between a girl and a mom. We did have sex on my third floor balcony often, in sight of the ocean. Hell we had sex on every flat surface of that condo.
Some of our sexiest trips involved the ocean. Key West, Sanibel Island, Oahu, Charleston. Put me near water and my clothes fall off. Like I said, we have a pool now. 75% of the time that I go in the pool it seems I wind up naked and fucked. It’s not even that I intend it that way, it just sort of happens. Dr P looks at me and the next thing we’re kissing. BTW, a suntan ledge isn’t just good for getting suntans.