Lucy Vincent was a puritanical lady who
lived in the small, idyllic town of Chilmark on Martha’s Vineyard.
Lucy was the town librarian; she felt compelled to sensor the town
folk literature and laboriously blacked out any words she felt were
inappropriate or sexual in nature.
Upon her death Lucy willed a very
generous gift to the town: her beach. Lucy Vincent beach lies on the
south side of the island, the boulders sit magnificently along the
shore like beauty marks against the ocean spray. The cliffs stand
tall as a backdrop and curve graciously around the bay.
Some years after inheriting this
splendid beach the people of the town decided that Lucy Vincent beach
would allow it’s bathers and sun-worshipers to bare all and Lucy
Vincent became a nude beach. It isn’t mandatory to remove all of
one’s garments on the beach and many people choose to cover up
their private parts.
Today I felt the heat of the morning
sun on my deck in the woods; the breeze did little to cool my clammy
body. I pulled on a bathing suit, wrapped a sarong around my waist,
slip my feet into my flip-flops and headed for sand and surf of Lucy
Vincent.
The beach was not crowded as it was
just two weeks ago. I walked a few hundred yards along the beach to
find my piece of solitude and laid my towel down on the soft sand.
The ocean beckoned me in; I stood in the water just a few feet deep
and felt the waves crash into me. There is a hurricane out to sea
bestowing the south side of our island with big, beautiful, frothy
white waves. My tanned skin glistened with beads of water shining
like crystals in the sun.
I headed back to my towel and lay my
revived body in the soft sand to absorb the warmth of the midday sun.
My feet firmly placed on the sand, I shuffled my bottom from side to
side to scoop out a little hollow, I wanted so much to slide my hand
inside the crotch of my bathing suit, the thought made my breasts
tingle. My mind took me to you. You stood in front of me looking at
me without expectation but with longing. You would not touch me
unless I asked you to, but I didn’t want words, I wanted to read
your mind. I unbuttoned your shirt slowly. My hand slid inside and
gently stroked your bare chest, without removing your shirt I moved
the fabric to one side and began kissing your skin. Your eyes close
as if the sensation were more enhanced by eliminating one of your
senses. My hand slipped down to your waist and pulled on the leather
strap of your belt until the prong of metal released from the hole
and I quickly unzipped your jeans, allowing them to drop to the
ground. With a gentle press to your chest you lean backwards falling
softly on the bed behind you, you look at me curiously. I take your
hand and place it on my breast inside my dress. Your cock is so hard
and I want to take all of it in my mouth. I climb beside you on the
bed, pull my hair to one side and lick the tip of your head, the
taste of pre-cum makes my own pussy wet and I become aware of how
much I am teasing myself, but still I want to be the one to bring the
pleasure. My tongue swirls around the rim of your knob lubricating it
so that I can pull it between my lips. Your breathing is becoming
heavier and my mouth responds to the rhythm, I am sucking you unaware
of your hands in my hair.
Suddenly I hear a dog bark. I am jolted
back to reality. I look over at my loyal companion; my four-year old
dog Bo has spotted a beach walker. “He’s very friendly.” I yell
as the nervous looking guy approaches. “Oh hi Robby.” I say
laughing, “sorry about my vicious guard dog.” “Are you alone?”
He asks, “Yes, pull up a seat.” seeing his beach chair slung over
his shoulder. He sits, and we idly chat about the waves and mutual
friends for a while. And then BAM!!! “I’m probably going to take
my clothes off and go for a naked dip if you don’t mind.” I had
forgotten all about Lucy beach-goers and their nakedness and now I
was faced with the prospect of seeing a local guy I’ve known for
almost twenty years reveal all of himself to me. I was mortified.
AWKWARD!!!!! I leap to my feet, I’m sure the expression on my face
revealed the shear horror. “I’m about to take a dip and then I
have to head home before work.” I.E. PLEASE WAIT. I took a quick
self conscious dip, was he watching me? Oh no I am as
prudish as Lucy Vincent herself? I spent just enough time in the
water to justify my earlier response, gathered my things and left the
beach a little earlier than intended.
