SIGNS OF SPRING... and better times (Part 32g)

Another thing I had to do while I was home was buy some clothes to work in. Because Elle and I had been running around, separately, trying to get things taken care of, I invited her to go with me just to have some time with her. One thing we both missed while at school was seeing the water. The nearest town that had enough of a variety of clothes wasn’t all that far from the ocean. Elle, knowing that, asked if I wanted to drive over when I finished getting my clothes. I didn't jump at the suggestion but did agree to go. She said we could make it a picnic. I didn’t have enough nerve to say that wasn’t what I was thinking of because I wanted our last full day together to go as smoothly as possible. She put together some sandwiches, fruit and a thermos of lemonade, grabbed a blanket and then we were off.

Since it was early June, the influx of tourists had not begun and we were able to find a secluded place in amongst the dunes. Elle had quietly grabbed her portable radio and when I saw it told me it wasn’t an ”official picnic“ without a portable radio. I was shocked when Elle started disrobing until I realized that she had her bathing suit on under her clothes. That disappointed me. I didn’t say anything though, vowing not to ruin our last day. I needn't have worried.

She explained that it wouldn’t be any fun ”going to the beach“ if she wasn’t in a bathing suit. I’d not seen this one before. It was a dark blue, form fitting, one piece suit and completely different from any I’d ever seen on her before. When asked about it she said when she put on one of her old suits in a required swim class at college she’d been teased. One of her roommates gave her this one and that’s where it came from. One thing I liked and that was that it didn’t leave anything to the imagination when it came to her shape.

As soon as she’d stripped and gotten the blanket arranged she wanted to run down to the water. Another reason we’d chosen a place up by the dunes was so we were out of the wind and blowing sand so it was a fair ways to the ocean. The waves at the ocean are a lot different than the ones on the bay where we lived. Even though the wind was blowing off shore there were still large swells that rolled softly onto the beach. As soon as we got to the water’s edge Elle ran in. I, wearing long pants, stayed on shore trying to roll the legs up a ways. Elle came back to get me and we started walking along the water’s edge, dodging the swells as we went. Elle saw something in the sand and bent over to pick it up. When she did I thought I saw a wisp of white peek out from under her suit on her right cheek. She didn’t stay down long enough for me to really see anything but it had my curiosity. I was hungry and finally persuaded her to go back to our things. On the way she, again, spied something in the sand. This time I got a much better look as she bent over and this time it was white peeking out from under her suit on both cheeks. I wanted to ask her what was up with that but kept my mouth closed, hoping that I’d see more while we were eating.

My wish came true. She ended up sitting, yoga style, across from me and this time I saw white peeking out from both sides of the crotch of her suit. It took all my will power to keep from asking about it. When we finished eating she said she wanted to start on her tan and proceeded roll over and to lie on her back. I hadn’t planned on spending the whole afternoon there but, again, didn’t want to say something to upset her and possibly make our last day unpleasurable. I took off my shirt and lay, face up, next to her. As tired as I was and as warm as it was I was asleep in minutes.

I felt something around my waist and opened my eyes. I don’t really know how to describe my initial thoughts as I looked up at Elle who was standing over me and trying to undo my belt and pants. The way she was standing had her blocking the direct sun from my eyes but it was still overly bright as I looked up at her. There was something wrong! I didn’t see the dark blue of her bathing suit. What I saw was her uncovered breasts, swaying gently, about 6 or 7 inches from my face. As I looked a little bit lower I saw the unmistakable white of her panties. I don’t think I’ve ever woken up faster in my life.

She had loosened my pants enough for her to begin to pull them down and I assisted her by raising my butt off the blanket. When they were down by my calves she backed up to pull them off all the way. That gave me my first daylight look at almost all of her. With the sun directly behind her it was hard to see all the ”details“. Freed from my pants I immediately got up and grabbed her to kiss her. At that particular time in my life I was wearing boxer shorts. As you know, they offer no resistance to a hard on. Here we were, almost naked, hugging and kissing each other on a deserted (as far as we knew) beach. A fantasy? NO! It was real.

I know you want to know the juicy details of what happened next... but... you do have to remember our ”close call“ back during the Winter. As hard as it was for us, we did. But we did manage to have some real fun.

Elle had woken up first and knew she needed to pee soon. She got the idea to take off her suit and was going to pee through her panties along side the blanket. Seeing me sleeping there she got the idea to wake me up so I could enjoy it as well. And enjoy it I did. If there was a bad part it was she wouldn’t let me ”visit“ inside her panties. Rubbing outside was OK and I was happy, but not satisfied, with that. We ended up lying side by side and ”playing“, gently, with each other’s sensitive parts. It was fun but still very frustrating.

Elle was, as you’ve probably seen, not a chance taker. I couldn’t get over the fact that she’d stripped to nothing but her panties, in public, and out in broad daylight to boot. I sort of rationalized it by the fact that we hadn’t seen another person the whole time we were there. But, to put the icing on the cake, the biggest surprise was when she reached into the bag that had contained our food and pulled out her little Brownie camera.

It became quickly obvious that she’d pretty much planned the whole day. As modest and demure as she was she’d decided that I should have some ”nice“ pictures of her to have with me while I was away. Initially I thought she might let me take one or two. I think I got seven... and they were good, especially for only a tiny little Kodak Brownie camera.

To be continued...