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Walk on the Beach

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Walk on the Beach, to Dance in the SKY

The brown grass brushed the side of my calf with a feathery touch as I walked past it. I felt shivers, and then goosebumps ran up my skin. With my sandals starting to slip in the sand, I walked past the half-faded warning sign.


How very strange that something as simple as a place where people take off their clothes is given nearly the same treatment as a bio hazard spill. But then, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. This world is what it is, a place of prudes that enjoy meddling. They have been made, all their lives, to be ashamed of their own bodies, so they feel that I must be ashamed of mine for some reason.

Looking up, I watched the seagulls wheeling overhead. Some were darting down near the edge of the surf, grabbing at stranded fish as the water rolled back. They scurried up the wet sand as the waves came rolling back in. They squawked and chattered at one another in shrill tones, fighting over this fish or that bit of seaweed. Glancing around, I saw that the beach was nearly empty, at the moment anyway. Only a couple lying in the sun and a guy playing Frisbee with his dog. A smile lifted my face as I watched the black and tan German Shepard run into the surf to catch the flying piece of plastic. He would scatter the gulls every time. The smile was even more pronounced as I watched the man’s body move as he chased after his dog.

He was handsome…if a bit young.

I laid out my towel upon the dry sand and felt that moment of apprehension as I unhooked the snaps down the side of my suit. How silly it made me feel, given just how often I’d been naked on this beach and so many others.

The air off the water was a warm sultry kiss to my skin as I stood there and lifted my face to the rising sun. I smiled at the kiss of the sun that warmed me like a lover’s hands. Hot caresses to my every curve and valley. Tongues of heat licked and nibbled as I settled myself down and wiggled my butt into the soft sand under my towel. Lying back, I left my legs open to my lover, the sun, stretching my arms out above my head to catch all of him that I could.

My eyes closed, I just listened to the waves, the stirring of the sand, the occasional barking of the dog, and the raucous cries of the gulls. I felt the heat starting to build across me. With a sigh I sat back up and dug the bottle of sun screen out my bag. I watched my hands as they crossed my legs, down to my feet and then back. I half glanced to the side then ran both hands between my thighs. I grinned with guilty pleasure as I let fingers brush my outer lips. I ran the lotion all over me even letting a finger tease through the lips for a moment. Then across my belly past my navel and I had to stifle a moan as I lifted my breasts and my hands, puffy with lotion, brushed my nipples. They perked up as I gave them a circle. Then I touched my neck and face, softer than many a lover had ever touched me.

I eased back down onto the sand and closed my eyes.

As I felt beads of sweat break out on my skin under the growing heat, I wished suddenly that I was truly alone on this beach. I would let my legs fall open, taking my lover, the sun, as deep into myself as I could. My fingers would be softly rubbing that little spot just beside my clit to build the pleasure till I orgasmed.

A bead of sweat ran free then trickled down from the thick patch of hair and across a lip. I gasped as I felt it run all the way down my across sex and vanish between the cheeks of my ass. As the heat built I felt more, then even more start to follow that path.

With a smile I wiggled my back on the towel and settled in to enjoy the feeling. The warm breezes from across the water blew like a teasing lovers gentle mouth across my wet flesh.

Course laughter broke the spell I was falling under.

“Hey Granny, get a suit on! You’re scaring the seagulls!”

Opening my eyes, I looked over at the group of young men. They were looking at me with mixtures of disgust and amusement. A couple of them made like they were gagging.

“I didn’t know that shag carpet came in gray!” said one of them pointing towards my crotch. The others burst into laughter.

With a sigh I rolled over onto my stomach. It was not a sigh at them, but at myself. Had it been so long? It didn’t feel like it to me. I remembered that it was just yesterday I was on this beach and every male eye would follow me, filled with a demanding amount of lust. Was 1968 so very long ago?

It didn’t seem like it was to me.

“Oh, god! That’s worse! That’s not an ass; that’s a back with a hole in it!”

His words burned hotter than the sun. Memories of men begging to bury their faces between the cheeks of my ass came rushing back to die under the scorn of this child. These young men, hardly college age, put those old lusts into their dusty graves with their teasing scorn.

“Come on guys…don’t be so hard on her. She must have really been a looker before…the Pyramids were built!”

More laughter. I wished they would go find something else to do.

“If you guys don’t leave my wife alone I’m going to kick your asses from one end of this beach to the other.”

This voice was deeper, both in tone and timber. Turning my head, I saw the guy with the dog standing there. They turned to look at him mouths dropping open.

“Wife? Don’t you mean Grand-maw there, Pops?” asked one of them with a stupid grin.

I noticed that my defender was not as young as I took him for at first glance. His toned body and lean build gave him years he’s already spent. Maybe thirty five? If that.

“No, I said wife. Now move on,” his voice was stern.

They laughed at him.

“And what if we don’t want to? Huh, Pops? What if we want to stay here all day?” The snarly smile made the man’s young face ugly… but then, it wasn’t ever nice to begin with.

Not like the tall man. My eyes followed the trail of black hair down his chest across his belly then to the. . . not huge, but nice sized cock. When I looked back up, I saw his eyes on me. He gave me a wink.

Blushing like a school girl, my eyes went to the dog as it padded up next to him, and sat without being told to do so. It let the Frisbee drop and suddenly the dog wasn’t so friendly anymore. My eyes widened as I saw what was hanging on his collar.

“Then I’ll run all your asses in for harassment.” The handsome man pointed towards the parking lot.

The blue and white patrol car looked out of place among the little VW convertibles and Fiats.

I smiled as I watched the young men scatter, suddenly late for all kinds of appointments.

The police officer looked at them till they were far enough away, then with a smile he looked back to me. Bending down he took the Frisbee from the dog and sent it skipping into the waves. I laughed to see the snarling officer of the law suddenly become a big puppy again. When I looked back I saw the policeman walk up next to me. He knelt down a bit and I rolled over onto my side.

“I’m sorry about that. Kids,” he said that one word as if it explained it all. In fact it did.

I nodded.

“They didn’t say anything I haven’t heard before.” I licked my lips and made my eyes stay on his face. So many other things were calling for their attention. Then I found myself caught by his eyes. Blue with a hint of gray to them. . . I bet they could be sky blue when he smiled.

“Enjoy the sun. I’ll keep a look out for them… but I don’t think they will be back.” He smiled. I noticed he was keeping his eyes on my face. With him I wished he wasn’t, or is it that I wished I had the type of body still that a young man like this would want to look at.

At that moment his furry partner came walking up next to us, and in typical doggy fashion shook himself dry. The cold, salty water splattered my skin in a shower of icy drops. Several hit my breasts sending the nipples instantly hard.

“Rex! Gimme that.” He pulled the Frisbee away and sent it skimming down the sand. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. It was just cold.” My eyes dropped by their own accord to the hanging cock just feet from me. I glanced up quickly to find his eyes on me. He slowly smiled, and then he let his eyes drop. In a slow caress of vision, he let them roam down the whole of me. I flushed with heat as they settled in various places longer than others.

“It’s too bad,” I heard him mumble just under his breath. He saw me looking at his face when he looked back up at mine. “That you’re not my wife.”

A boyish grin made his eyes twinkle merrily.

“You’re young enough to be my son, if not my grandson.” I said in a husky voice as I felt my body respond to the compliment.

“I’m older than I look.” he said, letting himself settle down into the sand next to me. The Shepard came walking up, laid the Frisbee down next to my towel, and lay down to pant by my feet.

“You’re what? Thirty? Maybe thirty-five?” I asked, with a rueful smile.

He leaned in a bit and softly whispered.


Twenty-plus years my junior. What a damn bitch time is. With a sigh, I looked down at the dark hair on his chest and noticed for the first time the few gray invaders making their way into that thick forest. His chest was sculpted from time in a gym. Not a ‘perfect’ specimen but a damn fine looking man. I looked up at his handsom face and smiled softly.

“I was right. Young enough to be my son,” I said.

He looked down at me for a moment. His tongue came out in a quick movement to wet his lips, for a second I thought he was about to lean in and kiss me.

“Are you good with numbers?” he asked.

Blinking, I nodded.

Reaching down, he used his fingers to write out a phone number in the sand next to my towel.

“Give me a call sometime. I’ll take you out to dinner, then… well let’s say I would be happy to show you that I’m not your… son.”

Once more his eyes roamed down my body and I felt it respond with heat. A warm, lust driven, flame began to burn deep within me at the idea of this gorgeous man giving me pleasure. I looked down at the number and slowly nodded.

“I’m Tim, by the way,” he said.


As he stood up my eyes went to that swinging cock, and I felt my breath catch in my lungs. He was more than half-hard.

“Oh, I know who you are, Miss Deligne. Rex, car.”

The Shepard got to his feet with a shake of wet sand and started to pad off towards the parking lot. He stopped after a few feet and looked back to his partner. His dark eyes moved to me and his tongue rolled out in that half-wolfish grin all K9s inherited from their distant ancestors.

“It was a pleasure to meet you… Susan,” Tim said, giving me one last look.

With a silk smile starting to play across my lips, I let my eyes drop down his chest to that gorgeous body.

“No Tim, the pleasure was mine.”

“Call me,” he said.

I nodded and holding my bottom lip between my teeth watched his ass as he walked after his K9 partner. At his car he quickly slipped back into his uniform and then waved at me as he pulled away.

I waved back.

“What in the hell are you doing?” I asked myself in a low whisper as I let my arm fall. My arm hugged my breast to my chest as I suddenly felt just how powerfully aroused I had become.

My heart was beating painfully fast, I felt a flash of anxiety pulse its way through my nerves. Letting my eyes drop to the numbers in the sand, I moved my hand to wipe them away. Flirting with a man that young? What are you thinking?

My eyes went to the teeth-chewed Frisbee lying beside me.

The knowledge that I had to call this number and let him know hit me with a gasp. Then the thought that he may have very well left it lying there with just that intention came to mind.

“But why did the dog leave his toy?” I asked myself as I picked it up.

Then I remembered the grin. Not his… the dog’s.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

I felt like a school girl again, waiting for my prom date to show up. I debated just how to dress for a man that had already seen me fully naked. I looked through the spare bedroom that was my walk in closet and picked out first this dress, then that one. This blouse worked well with those slacks to show off my legs.

“Oh god, Audra! Where are you when I need you?”

I said it without thinking, but no sooner were the words out my mouth, when memories of his funeral flooded through me. Sitting down on the padded chair, I tried not to cry. The old, fat fool of a fashion designer would be giving me hell if he could see me crying over him. Thirty years being painted into his designs… stuck with glue, taped, and pinned into dresses to make them look perfect.

“Damn you. You were ten years younger than me. How could you go first? You always told me you would bury me in your latest design. Audra… you fat faggot! Your latest design is five years out of style!” I called up to my ceiling, then chuckled. I should be screaming at the floor. After the life he led the chances of my friend being in heaven were poor, slim, and none.

“Just a bit better than mine, in fact,” I told myself as I wiped at tears.

Looking at the rack of clothes I never wore, I saw the one I wanted to wear. The plastic bag surrounding it had not been removed in more than a decade. Why didn’t I throw them out? Donate them to someone. Sell them maybe. They were no longer the latest high-fashion but they all carry designer names.

The big names.

As my eyes misted over at the memories of those designers, many of them also now gone to that great sewing machine factory in the sky. Or more likely that t-shirt sweat shop down below. The miles of runways I walked, the endless photo shoots. The nights in foreign places, in the arms of foreign men.

“Or women,” I said softly, as the memories of a few came back to me.

I walked over to the bagged dresses letting my hands brush plastic. Paris. Milan. New York. My hand stopped on a dress. The one I wanted to wear but couldn’t. Those nights in Barcelona. Drinking three thousand dollar a bottle champagne all night. My head full of wine, my nose full of cocaine, my body filled with men. Hard men, strong men, big men, small men. Being made love to by two men in one night. They were both gentle and rough with me.

I felt my body stir and begin to awaken as the scents of cologne, perfume, incense smoke, pot smoke and foreign cities began to drift back to me. Far more real to me than the old woman smells of lotion and powder that hang in my home now.

Wishes came to me. Wishes and dreams. Unattainable wishes. Impossible dreams.

Leaving the clothes of my youth, I picked through the clothes I wear now. He was handsome, the police officer. What would he like to see me in? Well, to judge by the look in his eye when he saw me at the beach, wearing nothing would be his choice.

Silly young men.

Oh, I’ve had my share of cubs during my cougar years. But even those times are gone. I shook my head at the foolish thoughts running through my mind.

“Act your age, you old fool,” I mumbled to myself. “He was just being friendly to an old lady.”

Something sensible. I sighed as I picked it out. Always now, it was something sensible.

Something that covered.

Something that hid, what time had done.

“I don’t want to wear this.” I said as I held the dress in front of me and looked at my reflection in the full length mirror. I looked like a school librarian. At a Catholic school at that! Tossing the dress down on the bench I felt my eyes go back to the bagged clothes. None of it looked good on me when I wore it last. Too many wrinkles, too much skin going slack. Too may sagging parts to have to hold up.

Soundlessly, I picked back up the plain dress and slipped into it.

“Catholic school librarian it is, I guess,” I told my reflection.

I knew that Audra was laughing in hell, even as he burned.

“I bet you make a jolly-good fire, you old, fat…” The tears would not be held back at that thought. If anyone deserved to burn, he would probably be in the top ten, but that wonderful, silly man…

“Oh, how I miss him.”

I gave up and just cried. I knew it would make my eyes puffy but I didn’t care. I would put drops in them, do all the little secrets I know how to do, to make the bags vanish, the lines soften. To make the years roll back, the clock slip.

The young woman in me looked up at the mirror, to the prison she was now trapped in. When did these wrinkles appear? Was it only yesterday? Or the day before? Unable to bear it, I had to look away. I think back to…


Tearing the sensible dress off, I went to my closet and pulled out the one I wanted to wear. He’s seen it all, what was the point in hiding now? Let the world see my body, fucked if I care. That’s what I had been saying every time I go to the beach isn’t it? Isn’t it?

Why is my head filled with the cruel laughter of stupid boys?

* * * * * *

Of course. He has a hot car.

Why wouldn’t a sexy man? Chuckling, I pulled my front door closed behind me and bending down I adjusted my heel-strap. There is a line between sexy shoes and “oh fuck me now”shoes. The day that Roger Viver first slipped these on my feet, I realized there was a way to tell all the women waiting in that line to go to hell. My steel stilettos… Oh my lovely friend’s, how I have missed you! And oh, how my feet hate you again!

But what they do to my old derriere is more than worth cramped toes.

“My god you look lovely,” Tim said with a smile, as he opened the shiny black door for me.

I gave him a flirty wink and slipped into the seat. Oh, the leather was warm under my thighs. I ran my hand over it as he walked around to his side. Italian leather, no doubt at all. As he slid in his hand went to the shifter. I looked at his strong fingers as they gripped the matching leather knob.

“Nice car. Almost as old as I am though,” I said trying to tease. “Sixty-six T-Bird yes?”

“Yes, it is! You know cars. My dad and I rebuilt it together.” He lovingly ran a hand across the leather dash. “Frame up restoration. Want to drive?” He paused looking over at me almost as if to dare me.

“No. I’ll just enjoy watching you,” I said.

He smiled, glanced down at my legs, and then shifted. The big Detroit engine purred up out of idle and I watched his hands on the wheel. I was teasing when I had said I would watch him drive, but the more I looked at the smooth way his hands caressed the steering wheel and shifted through the gears, the more I enjoyed it. I remembered a man at a party telling me once that a woman can watch a man playing with his toys and get off just as quickly as the other way around.

Did I sleep with that man? I searched back through my memories to see if I could place a night with him, and then giggled when I remembered that I not only slept with him but married him… well, for awhile.

“What’s so funny?” Tim asked.

“Old memories. Tell me.” I moved my legs a bit till I had my feet on the center hump. Slipping a foot out my shoe I ran my toes over the leather shifter boot. “You said you knew me, the other day at the beach. Where do you know me from?”

Oh my lord, he blushed!

“Tim?” I asked, when he didn’t answer.

“I have a copy of the March, seventy-two Penthouse.” He looked over at me then slowly grinned. “You were so hot looking.”

Giggling like a school girl, I reached over and popped his arm lightly.

“You naughty boy. Looking at naked girls like that. You’re an officer of the law, you should be ashamed. You’re suppose to be the moral example to the world.” I ran my hand down his arm till my hand rested on top of his on the shifter. “I take it you liked my pictures?”

“Yes, I did. I wish you had posed again.”

I shook my head.

“No, once before the eyes of every teenage boy across the county was more than enough. I got so many letters from young men telling me what naughty things they were doing to my image. You weren’t one of them were you?” I asked, grinning.

“I’ll take the fifth,” he said, then moved his hand till his was on top of mine. When he squeezed his fingers over mine I shifted for him. The car responding to my touch just as a man would have. It sent a thrill through me to feel this powerful machine partly under my control. I thought again about his offer to drive. When was the last time I drove a stick? Who was president then?

As a very comfortable silence settled over us, I let him take back control of the shifter. He drove with the assurance of a man trained to do it. I wondered then about him and his job. Had he ever been in a high speed chase? Had he ever drawn his gun and shot someone? Had anyone ever shot at him? Of course, I could have simply asked and I’m sure he would have told me all I wanted to know and then some. But it seemed somehow private, distant from this night, and I actually was enjoying the guessing more than knowing the answer.

There were other questions I wanted answered even more. Why was he with an old lady like me? He had a very nice body… all of it. He could almost pick and chose if he wished, so why me? Was this some living out of a teenage fantasy? Getting the Penthouse girl to agree to a date? Well, if it was I’m sorry to say his fantasy must be falling short of what he had hoped.

Maybe, I should do something about that?

My eyes drifted to the bulge along one inner thigh. My memory peeled back the layers of cloth to let me see again that wonderful cock, A desire to take it in my hand and stroke it hard came.

“I never asked what your taste in cuisine ran to. I have been simply assuming that where we’re going will be okay,” he said, after a moment, while we waited for a light to change. “Do you like Italian?”

“So long as they’re as handsome as you, I’ll be willing to give a try eating them,” I said.

He smiled, that boyish grin.

“But if we are talking food, I love Italian.” I squirmed, my bare legs on his seats. “Men, food and certainly leather.”

* * * * * *

A large sip of chilled wine cooled my overheated mouth, after the fiery spices of my Penne all’Arrabbiata, but not enough. I nibbled a piece of buttery bread to try and finally quench the flames. Watching as Tim finished the last of his meal, I let my tongue direct the wine to all the hotter points. A sudden desire to taste wine and him came to me. He was certainly hot. I wanted to devour this young man as my dessert. I’m sure he would be far more delicious than Tiramisu, especially if I served him with wine.

Trying to decide just what type of wine to serve with young male I must have begun to smile. When he looked up, Tim stopped with his fork in mid-bite.

“What? Do I have sauce all over my chin?” He reached for his napkin as I was shaking my head.

“No, you’re fine. Just debating on something silly. Daydreaming. We old people tend to do a lot of that.” I took a sip, hiding my smile in the glass.

He sighed.

“I wish you wouldn’t call yourself old, Susan. You have hardly changed since those first photos I saw of you.” Giving me a look, he added a soft wink to tell me he was talking about the scene at the beach. “Believe me I know.”

“Oh, please. Tim, I do own more than a few mirrors. We have already established that I’m older than your mother.” I twirled the stem of my wine glass, waiting for the spice-heat to return or not.

He scoffed.

“My mother would would be ‘scandalized’ to be dressed as sexy as you are right now. My god, do you know how beautiful you look in that?” he asked.

His eyes wandered from my face, down the plunging neckline, to the freckled hills. His eyes held no secrets about what he wanted to do. I absently fingered my pearls as I felt myself responding to his gaze.

“Tim…” I paused my pulse-rate stealing my breath. “I’m not the woman I was when I posed. The way I look now is a mixture of artifice and skilled dressmakers.”

“I’ve seen you naked Susan,” he said softly, reaching across the table for my hand. “You are beautiful.”

Oh, how I wanted to believe him. I wanted that with so much of my heart.

“Thank you.” I said simply.

His fingers twined with mine for a moment, then he sat back. He absently wiped at his chin probably still convinced there was sauce there. If there had been, I would have licked it clean by now.

“Get a hold of yourself, old woman!” I thought to myself.

I waved off the waiter’s offer of a desert selection. Tim did the same.

“So what do you do for fun, my handsome enforcer of the law?” I asked to ease the tension and bring things back to a more casual conversation.

“I’m what they call an adrenaline junky,” he said after a moment. “I like to do things that get the heart racing.”

“Like what?” I asked, curiously amused at this new aspect of him. He didn’t seem the type.

“Take beautiful, sexy women to dinner.” He smiled.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Seriously, Tim. What?”

“Oh, a lot of things. I go hang gliding, I’ve bungee jumped. Kite surfed, that was fun. I just got my skydiving license last year. I…”

“Skydiving! Jumping out of a perfectly good airplane?” I interrupted. “Tim, that’s crazy.”

He smiled, then after a moment gave a little half nod, while measuring an inch between his fingers.

“Little bit,” he said.

I had to laugh.

“It’s fun though,” he said, reaching for his glass. “Scary, oh there is no doubt about that. But it’s… it’s… it’s like sex. Hard to describe, so that a person that has never done it can understand, just how wonderful it can be.” He gave a little half-shrug. “I’m good friends with a pilot. He flies that police helicopter, you see above town all the time. He got me into it.”

“It’s still insane.” I pointed at him with a bread stick. “And don’t you ever let me hear you took you four-legged partner with you out that plane.”

“Oh, no, no, no. Rex is too intelligent to go skydiving. His idea of adrenaline sports is to catch a shark by its tail and drag it up onto the beach.”

As I pictured that my hand moved to cover my mouth.

“Oh, my god! He didn’t?” I said.

“Yep. Twice in fact. The first time…” he answered.

* * * * * *

~The night air was damp and cool as it flowed into the open car windows. The world seemed soft from within my cocoon of wine. I let the sensations drift past me, enjoying them but not focusing on them. In fact I found it hard to focus on anything.~

~Floating in the air, held in strong arms, I nuzzled my face into warm masculine heat.~

~Softly, I woke to the feel of lips kissing mine. I smiled, and returning the kiss, tried to pull the kiss in deeper, but the mouth moved away. A billowy mass of satin was tucked around me. I burrowed into it with a disappointed but also contented sound.~

~”Goodnight beautiful. Sweet dreams.” Came the whisper by my ear.~

~ Then a even softer kiss. A warm hand covered mine, then slipped away.~

* * * * * * *

As I awoke my vision focused on a napkin-wrapped bottle of water, sitting on my night stand. Moving slowly, I sat up and tried to piece together what happened.

Stories. Wine. More stories. A lot more wine.

After that was fuzzy-plush memories filled with little flashes.

“Well, you did it proper didn’t you?” I scolded myself. “Went and got smashed on the first date out with him.”

I looked around for him, wondering why he was not in my bed. I certainly wanted him to be here. Pulling myself upwards, I took a sip of the water and then noticed two pills laid on a napkin next to my bottle of Tylenol.

“Oh, bless you, Tim.”

Then I, taking stock of things, noticed something else. My dress hanging over the back of my reading chair. As I lifted the satin sheet and felt the super-smooth cloth move across me I realized I had been sleeping naked, as usual.

“Oh, you naughty boy,” I said, with a squirmy shake of my ass against the sheets. I grinned to think about how much fun he must have had slipping me out of my clothes and pouring me into bed. “But why didn’t you stay?”

I found the answer even as I was asking it. Because he’s a gentleman. Oh, he now doubt loved stripping me down to my skin. I felt myself flush at the thought of where his eyes must have lingered. Nothing new for him to see of course but he, being a man, had to have enjoyed the sight.

“I wonder if you got hard?” I asked the air in a whisper.

Letting my hand drift under the sheet, I reached into the valley between my thighs and brushed my lips. No, neither wet, nor puffy-sore. He had not taken advantage of what lay before him. I gently rubbed next to my clit, a soft circle, as I pictured him. I pictured him as I saw him at the beach. Body hard, dusted with sand, skin kissed by the sun to a sexy tan. Those arms that had carried me to this bed. Those hands that had slipped my clothes from me. Those sexy eyes that I wished were here watching me. Watching me as I rubbed harder.

“Oh Tim. You didn’t have to leave. You could have stayed, here, next to me. I would have been so nice for you this morning.”

Lifting my hand to my mouth I smelled myself on my fingers as I licked the tips and returned to my clit. As I rubbed between my lips I let my other hand caress my nipples with satin.

I imagined what those soft lips would feel like if he was here. Kissing his way down to my clit. The slight bristle of his chin tickling when they crossed my belly. Then his nose pushing my lips apart.

With a moan I let a finger dip lower. I’m just beginning to get wet. I wished I was as I had once been. When I had gushed at the touch of fingers, lips, or tongues. Dozens of long ago lovers suddenly joined me in my orgasmic quest, but they all wore Tim’s face. Their skilled bodies, carrying his spicy scent.

Moving one of my pillows, I rolled over on top of it and with two fingers inside me began to grind my cunt and thighs into the satin pillowcase. The top sheet fell away leaving me with my ass lewdly exposed to the air. But I didn’t care. The air in my bedroom has seen me in far more compromising positions and never talked. Like a gloved hand the pillow case caresses my body under me as I grew more aggressive. Pillaging my very core trying, to not merely have an orgasm, but to demand it. No not one I want several, dozens… Hundreds…. THOUSANDS!

With a primal cry, I shuddered out my need. First once, then a second time far more strongly. I feel my fingers soaked now as my mind floods my thoughts with images of Tim. His body, his face, his cock. Not flaccid as it had been at the beach but hard and demanding more of me. I wanted to give it more, every inch it could take, and then I want to rock back onto it, giving it even one more deeper inch.

As I cried out a third time I thrust my ass back, wishing I was smacking into hot skin, not empty air.

My legs giving little twitches, I rolled off my satin lover and grabbed for the bottle of water. Panting, I sipped at it, wishing it was icy. It was at least wet. My head, up till then just a dull ache, was now pounding, but at the same time I could feel it receding. As I sat the bottle of water down, my phone rang.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Good morning,” he said.

His voice was soft, almost as if he was afraid of waking me. I smiled and snuggled down into my sheets at the sound of him

“Good morning to you.” I purred, still riding the last twitches of orgasm.

“How are you feeling this morning?” he asked.

“Naked.” I said, knowing I had made him grin. “How did I get this way?”

He chuckled. “Oh, I have some idea?” His embarrassment hidden behind that chuckle. “I couldn’t very well let you sleep in that sexy dress. Now could I?”

“Liar… you just wanted to see me naked again.” I teased, even as I let my hand move back to my wet lips. Might as well enjoy his voice at least.

“True. Speaking of which, I have an offer to make.” He gave his tongue a little click. “What are you doing for Saturday? It’s Nude Day you know.”

“Is it? Well, I’m dressed for it already. Oh …” the word became a half moan I couldn’t suppress. “I don’t have plans. Why? What do you have in mind?”

“Susan? What are you doing?” he asked after a pause.

“Thinking of you,” I told him as I pushed my finger back inside.

I was soaked.

* * * * * * *

Rex came running up the beach the moment I got out of my car. Smiling, I sent his Frisbee, flying towards him. He turned in mid-run and gave chase as it flew past him.

Tim, was walking towards me. Nude. My god what a sexy man.

“Good afternoon, my sexy lady. Head feeling any better?” he asked.

“Much. I don’t keep hangovers for long. Now. About Saturday…” I paused trying to figure a way of saying this.


“Are you out of your mind!” I asked.

He laughed. Bending down, he took the tooth-marked toy from Rex and sent it skipping off towards the waves. I watched the way his ass moved as he did that, with my bottom lip between my teeth.

“No. No, I don’t think so.” He spread out the towel from around his neck and, at his gesture we sat down. “You told me that, when you were younger, you used to do wild things. You also said that you wished you were still like that. Here is a great opportunity.”

“Well, to begin with I was more than a little drunk. Both back when I used to do those wild things and last night when I told you that. Tim, I’m too old to be doing crazy stuff. I could break something and it would take forever to heal.”

“You could trip going down your front steps and do that same thing. YOU keep saying you’re old. Well, let me ask you this. How much longer do you have to do those crazy things? Ten years, twenty? This is the very time in your life when you should be doing everything you can. Everything you never got the opportunity to do or that there was not the time to do. What is there to be afraid of?”he asked.


He paused, took a breath and looked up.

“Okay, I’ll admit that yes, people do die doing it. But, it’s not even as dangerous as driving your car into traffic. There are more than three million jumps done a year here in the U.S. Out of that about nineteen people die. If you made one jump a year, your chances of dying are one in a hundred thousand. A car? It’s one in six thousand for every ten thousand miles you drive a year.”

“What if the parachute doesn’t open?” I asked.

“There is a spare,” he answered.

“What if it doesn’t open?” I asked.

“The odds against that happening get really spectacular but well… people have lived from that happening. Their chutes slowed them just enough. I wont lie and tell you it would be pretty. It wouldn’t. You simply have to weigh the risk verses the reward.” He shrugged. Rex came walking back up, dropped his Frisbee by us and laid down, panting.

“What’s the reward?” I asked after a moment. I absently ran my hand across Rex’s wet fur. He looked back at me, his tongue lolling out.

“Being more alive than you have ever been. It doesn’t feel like you’re falling. It’s more like standing in a wind tunnel, or in a hurricane. Then that chute deploys and you’re hanging there looking down at the world between your feet. All of your life comes into perspective then. Your heart’s pumping, your blood is filled with adrenaline. You’re feeling everything with a sensitivity that is incredible.” He paused, looking for the words.

“Sounds like an orgasm,” I said.

He looked at me and smiled. Then he nodded.

“It’s almost exactly like that,” he said.

Looking out over the waves, I could not believe I was thinking about this.

“Why nude? I mean have you ever jumped nude?” I asked.

“Once,” he said.

Looking over his body, I suddenly had the image of that lovely cock spinning like the propeller on a beanie hat. He lifted his eyebrow at my sudden giggly smile. I shook off that questioning look and tried to be serious. It was hard as that image kept coming back.

“Tim… I… I don’t know.”

“I understand. Just think about it.” He stood up after a moment. Rex jumped up immediately, grabbing his Frisbee, ready to resume play. Tim held his hand down to me and helped me up. “Oh by the way, Susan.”


“This is a nude beach. You’re overdressed.” He grinned down at my two piece with the hip wrap of purple sheer. “Very overdressed.”

As he ran off towards the surf, with Rex barking happily, I watched him. Then with some reluctance, I let my wrap fall away to the towel. Then my top, and finally my bottom piece. I knew, as I followed him down to the waves, that there was no doubt that even sober, I wanted this young man. Wanted him in my arms, in my bed, in me.

In my life?

What am I thinking? He’s so much younger than me. Even if we had a few nights of fun I couldn’t let it go beyond that. No matter how much I might like the idea of him always being there.

Would it take wine for me to make the first move?

Would he? He was the daring type.

Skydiving? Naked at that!

Had I the courage to…

* * * * * *

“One pill makes you larger…” I mumbled to myself as the plane climbed higher.

Not a good sign, I thought looking down at my shaking hand. When I’m singing “White Rabbit” my nerves are truly shot. Rubbing my hand on my bare leg, to chase out the chills, I looked around the cabin at the people. All professional skydiver, they are calm, relaxed, sitting with smiles of anticipation making them look like naughty school children. The lack of clothing doesn’t help that image.

Looking over at Tim, I decided that it, in fact, made it worse. He was grinning and giddy looking. He caught my eyes and smiled.

“… a hookah smoking caterpillar… Has given…” I mumbled, as I rubbed at my chilled arms.

“What?” he asked, leaning forward.

“Nothing. Just singing to myself.” I explained. Bringing my hands up I blew a warm breath between my fingers. “You should have told me it was going to be this cold. I would have worn a coat.”

“We’re almost there.” He reached over and patted my knee. The touch felt electric, my skin was so hypersensitive right now. His hand stayed and rubbed some warmth into the knee. Then I felt his hand shake a little.

“Oh my god he’s as nervous as I am!” flashed the thought through my suddenly panic-stricken mind. He might be all smiles and jokes with the other skydivers, but inside?

“It will be alight,” said a female voice by my side.

I looked over to the other woman who was jumping with us, Janette. She was twenty years younger than me if a day, to judge by the effects of time on her body. She reached over and took my hand.

“The first one is always scary, but after that, it’s just so much fun you’ll do it again.” She leaned in towards my ear. “It’s just like your first cock, hun. After the scare of that first time it’s a wonderful ride.”

I smiled at her, nodding. She tightened her hand on mine and went to turn loose but I clutched at her fingers. She smiled and let me hold her hand. The presence of another woman was a comfortable anchor in this sea of testosterone and adrenaline soaked men. Naked men at that.

Not that I don’t normally mind naked, testosterone soaked men. Excited naked men can be fun, but not when I’m shaking like a leaf, afraid I’m going to be sick, wishing I had gotten to pee before the plane took off, and doing my best to keep the butterflies in my stomach from mating.

“Five minutes from jump-mark,” said the pilot over his shoulder. “Last checks.”

I looked around as the others checked each other’s gear, wishing I had something to do. Then soft hands were touching me. Turning towards Janette, I smiled at her as she ran her hands over my harness straps, checking the buckles and connections. She moved her hands quickly when her fingers accidentally brushed my nipple.

Then Tim was there. Behind me. I felt him tug at my harness and then there was a snap. Then several more. His breath was warm by the back of my neck. His hands slid along my sides.

“When the door opens it’s going to be very noisy. Then there will be a signal from the pilot and people will start to go out. We go last because we’re tandem jumping. Okay?”


“When we get near the door…” he began

“Two minutes to mark,” called the pilot.

“When we get near the door your instinct is going to be to grab at things. The plane, me, anything you can get a hold of to keep from falling out. I want you to just hold onto your harness as tight as you can. Understand? Just keep your hands here.” He guided my hands to the front of my harness just over my breasts.

I nodded, unable to speak.

Then the door opened and speaking was no longer an option. The roar of the engine tripled, and there was a hurricane wind just outside screaming its banshee wails. I glanced once out that open door and wanted to crawl into the back of the plane and hide.

“Go tell Alice… when she’s ten feet tall,” I said through clenched teeth.

The pilot held up a hand and slowly counted down from five. When he flexed all his fingers people began to move to the opening. I watched a man dive out the door like he was superman. The next went backwards like a diver off a boat. Then two went together, holding hands. Then another did the Greg Louganis flip.

Then Tim was moving us forward.

He was right. He was so right. I wanted to grab at the plane, to latch hold of anything to keep me inside.

“Feed your head, feed your head, feed your head, feed your head…” I shivered in the cold wind as we reached the door. “Oh god. Tim, OH GOD!”

As Tim pushed us out the door, the wind pressed my goggles into my face like a hand. It felt like my skin was on fire from the cold. Every part of me was alight! The wind roared in my ears!

Tim’s hands were on top of mine then. He was silently asking me to let go of the harness. He held his out to the side, then brought them back to mine. Mimicking what he wanted me to do.

Well, I had jumped out of a plane. What did this little bit matter?

As my palms caught great handfuls of air I was reminded of holding my hand out the window of my father’s old Buick. Riding to the Smokey Mountains in the fall to watch the leaves change. The air, a cool crisp rush past my fingers.

That memory calmed me a little. I became aware of just how much my body was tingling, the rush of freezer-cold air. My nipples were painfully hard. My legs shook. I opened my mouth and cold air rushed past my clinched teeth, filling my lungs deeply. I also noticed that there was air whipping between my legs. It felt like a dozen peppermint-chilled tongues licking at me.

Then I felt myself open. A press of cold pushed in between my lower lips. As if the very sky around me wanted to take me.

Behind my goggles, I opened my eyes wide and I felt my lungs taking panicked breaths as I was penetrated by the air. A powerful gust opened me all the way allowing it to fill me to the very core. I lifted my head back, feeling Tim’s chin in my hair. I turned to look over my shoulder at him.

Then his hand came around my ribs, fished past the harness strap, and he took my breast into his firm palm.

With a gasp that filled my lungs I reveled at the hard pinch of my nipple he gave me. Then his hand was gone. He reached out and caught my hands and pulled them into the harness again.

“What?” I thought. Then I had my answer.


Like the seat belts in a car wreck, the harness grabbed at me. I was suddenly hearing myself screaming. Till then I hadn’t realized that I had been. Then we were rocking. Hanging like children on a rope swing under a giant tree of silk and twine.

I heard him laughing behind me. Then a loud cry of joy.


I felt like crying out as well but my mouth was dry. Then I did make a sound. A deep-throated moan that required no moisture, but lust.

My whole body was tingling. I felt shivers so orgasmic, I must have been dripping, but they were not just between my leg. No. They were everywhere! I was having a orgasm across my whole skin.

“Oh my god. Oh… oh, Fuck.” I mumbled mindlessly. I wanted to bury my hands between my legs and try to chase this feeling as it began to fade a little.

“Susan?” Then he chuckled as he realized what was happening. “We call that an Airgasm. Feels good doesn’t it?”

I turned, as much as I could, to look over my shoulder at him. He was red-faced and flushed from the chill, like a man that had been snow skiing would have been. But he had the biggest grin. His eyes were alive.

It hit me then. I was alive. I had jumped out of a plane and I was alive!

That feeling settle onto me like a warm blanket to chase off the chill. I knew what he had meant when he said he had never felt more alive. Suddenly the past few years seemed like a dusty, wasted time. The soft comforts of home that I had tended were meaningless. They could be lost. But this this feeling, this knowledge would stay will me to the end. I was alive. I was Alive, I WAS ALIVE!

And I was horny as fucking hell.

“Well that’s going to suck a bit,” I heard him say behind me.

“What?” I asked suddenly worried.

“I’ve been aiming us at the wrong field. The others came down over there.” He pointed off to our left a few miles. “Oh well, too late now.”

Looking between my shoes, I saw the ground coming up at us.

“Lift your feet. I’ll land us,” he said, then we were slowing dramatically.

I did as he said. The tall grass was there suddenly whipping at my legs and then at my ass. As his feet touched, I felt the seedy tips of grass brushing between my thighs like a million stinging feathers.

We were down. My feet were on the ground, and we were down.

His hands were working behind me when the parachute canopy came down over the top of us, like a huge, colorful shroud. I felt him unbuckle my harness from his.

Turning around, I grabbed his harness and pulled him to me and me to him. My lips crashed in into his mouth with tooth-loosening force!

“Susan!” he tried to mumble around my lips, but I pressed the kiss harder, stealing his air.

Then we were tumbling into he high grass with the silk parachute falling over us more and more by the second. I reached down and grabbed a hold of him not at all surprised to find his cock hard as a bar of iron.

“Susan we can’t…”

My legs wrapped around him, and I pulled him down on top of me. The hard metal bits of the two harnesses pressed painfully between us. The metal icy cold. I didn’t care. I squeezed at that hard cock in my hand.

Then he was kissing me back. With all the same fire and fury I felt boiling inside of me. I wanted Tim inside me something fierce and I could feel by how hard he was that he wanted the same.

Tim sat up, his head tenting the fabric above us. His hands were at the harness straps across my thighs. He pulled them loose, with frantic haste, as I went to work on his harness. Then he caught my thighs and rolled my legs up as he was knee-walking into place.

“Wait a moment,” I said.

“What?” he paused not understanding.

I smiled, licked three fingers, and, reaching down, wet the entrance to my body.

“The wind kind of had me dry. Don’t wait anymore though. Please, don’t wait.” I begged.

I threw back my head and moaned as he pushed into me. He was wonderfully hard. I felt a twinge of pain, as I was still more than a little dry after my air lover’s assault, but after a thrust or two, I felt either his moisture or mine begin to ease the way.

Then it was simply wonderful.

A long, slow entrance and a tugging retreat. I pulled him down to me enjoying again the comfort of a man’s weight on me.

My hands ran across his back with a mind of their own as I nuzzled my cheek into his jaw, enjoying every little bristle. I moaned with him as he enjoyed me. Taking his time with every second an eternity of growing pleasure. I clawed at his shoulders for a moment, when he became fierce and drove harder, then I rubbed away those scratches when he slowed.

I opened my eyes to look up into his eyes. Those young-man eyes, with only their first hints of a wrinkle, were blue as the sky. Suddenly though it felt not like he was the younger, but that I was. Almost, as if the years were rolling back on me. I was awash with the faint memories of hundreds of passionate moments, but with my focus here and now they were simply like spices. They enhanced without overpowering the flavor.

Oh, and the scent and flavor of this man. He kissed me again, and I felt his skin moving on mine with a growing heat of sweat. I was no longer cold, but my skin was still tingling everywhere. I could feel an orgasm building deep within me. Like a climber straining to reach the mountain top, it climbed out the center of me. I gently bit into his neck, tasting skin and sweat and male flow across my tongue as I licked at him.

Tim gave me a deep moan as I sucked at his neck, pulling him closer, making him thrust shorter. He rested his weight on his elbows and tried to catch more air by lifting his chin. I licked at his Adam’s apple, then followed his collar-bone up to his shoulder. I let that strong muscle be my pillow as I felt his pace quickened.

I felt my own orgasm grow and retreat, grow and retreat. I tried to catch at it, but it ran from me then darted back. My own body was teasing me, as I felt Tim beginning to grunt with his every thrust. I could tell he was close but I didn’t know if I was going to get there.

“Oh God, I love you Susan,” he said next to my ear.

My heart broke at those words.

I felt my desired release wash over me. Not the lightning bolts or the fireworks I had been reaching for, but a warm comfortable fire. It burned with the sweet heat of strong rum. Going from my belly, to my toes, then back up to encircle my breasts in warm heat. It was a comfortable feeling that satisfied, but didn’t sate. I wanted more, I wanted so very much more.

I wanted to spend the rest of the day in this field with Tim taking me to the very edge of such releases, but only occasionally letting me fall over.

The sound of a truck pulling up and the cries from its passengers, the running feet and the many hands grabbing at the edges of our parachute. All of those things kind of put an end to that thought though.

Then the giggling laughter from them became contagious.

Clutching Tim to me, hiding my embarrassment in his skin, I laughed along with the others. I blushed at every comment and suggestion. Tim called back a few of his own, but they were not humanly possible. Then the canopy was let go and settled back over us.

Tim went to move off me, but I held him in place. I brushed at that lovely face over mine. How could this young man tell me he loved me? I could see it in his sky blue eyes.

“That was incredible. How soon till we could do it again?” I asked, brushing his hair from his eyes.

“Well, I’m not twenty anymore. Maybe give me about… thirty minutes. We might want to go someplace a little more private though. These clowns will break out camera phones if we try it here again.”

Chuckling, I pulled him down to kiss me. He tasted of butterscotch, and how strange that I hadn’t noticed it till that moment.

“I meant skydiving.”

“Really? You want to go again?” he asked, surprised.

“I do. If you can make the landing always this perfect.” I teased him.

He smiled. I saw him about to say something then hesitate. I could tell what it was without him saying it though. He had already told me it once.

He loved me?

As I looked at that young face, I had to ask myself. Did I have the courage it took to tell him the truth? That I had been feeling that same thing now about him for quite awhile. But did I dare? Did I dare let myself fall for him? For a man so young? Or to let him fall for me? Him for me…

Falling was easy, as I had just learned it wasn’t the Fall that was scary. It was the Jump and the time before that was terrifying. As I looked into those sexy young eyes I knew I was about to have to decide. The time before was just about up. I was scared. So very scared.

Did I have the courage to Jump?

Ah… But I knew how wonderful that Fall would be.

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