Lucy Vincent

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.