This is strictly fantasy, although it involves some people I know and others completely made up.
It's been a fantastic summer here on the South Coast Uk, one of the best I ever remember. It's been special for me too in a different way.
One of my favourite things is to go sailing. I have owned a sailing dinghy of some kind or crewed for friends for years now. On this particular day I had been gardening, and finished what I was doing just before lunch. I don't live far from the sea and the sailing club and if there's a seabreeze blowing, I can tell, from the tops of the trees at the end of the road.
I decided to go for a sail in the Laser rather than more gardening, and take a picnic lunch. On the way to the club I stopped at the supermarket and picked up some ready-made sandwiches and fruit and plenty to drink. Lunch went in my little coolbag, and in another twenty minutes I was at the club and rigged up ready to go.
In the middle of the harbour there are some islands, some dry out at low water and are no more than sandbanks. Others are rocky and mostly inhabited by seabirds. One island is sand dunes, not so many birds and some great places to sunbathe au naturel, and it was that island I made for. I had worked out that I would have about 3 hours to get there, picnic and sunbathe and sail back before there was too little tide to get back to the club slipway.
There were some cruisers about, and a couple of waterskiers and jetskis way down harbour, but so far as I could see, I was the only dinghy out. Most people were at work and it wasn't school holidays yet. My contract job had ended a month before, I had plenty of money in the bank and had given myself some time off to enjoy the summer.
The sea breeze was cooling and refreshing. It took little more than half an hour to reach my island. I pulled the boat as high up the beach as I could, above the high water mark and to make sure, I tied the bow line to the stump of a bush. I stripped off my sandy wetsuit, dunked it in the water to get rid of the worst of the sand and laid it on the boat to dry. My black one-piece was slick and shiny like a seal - there had been seals in the harbour for a month or two and I thought what fun it would be to swim with them. They often popped heads up while we were out racing, curious eyes wide, but I hadn't seen any that day.
I spread a towel and sat down to eat my lunch, then laid back and let the sun soak into my bones. It didn't take long to get too hot in my swimsuit and I peeled it off. I was already tanned all over from previous beach afternoons on my island here and in other places that I could get away with it. I was in a hollow of the sand dunes and could not see the island beach, but it was so small I could hear anyone. The warm sun was arousing and my hand strayed to my pussy. My pubic hair was trimmed short and a little sun-bleached, I thought it looked pretty, inviting even.
To help myself to a climax, I recalled a session with my friend Cath. Both of us are bi, and enjoy sex with each other as much as with our partners. My husband has no idea about my secret life, but Cath's current boyfriend Sean loves to see us together and then we take turns with him while the other watches and helps keep the climaxes 'cumming'! Thinking about Cath's tongue on my clitoris and mine on hers in a 69, while Sean's big dick slid in and out of me soon made me gasp in orgasm, then I drifted off to sleep. I woke after what seemed like just a few seconds. hearing a noise, and reached for the towel and swimsuit. Before I could get the suit on properly a dark haired girl appeared over the crest of the dune. "Paula" I said, "Good to see you, I thought I was on my own for the afternoon".
She looked pointedly at my pussy which must have been showing signs of my recent attentions. As I stood up, I could feel a little trickle start down my thigh. Paula and I were rivals round the race marks and good friends in the bar afterwards. I knew she had been going out with Mark who was just about the best looking guy in the area (and knew it!), but as far as I knew, Paula was absolutely straight. Now, I just wondered about that...
"Oh well now I'm here, we may as well both enjoy this lovely sunshine" she said, unzipping her shorty wetsuit. The back zip stuck and she asked me to sort it out for her. As I touched her spine and the fastening of her red bikini, I felt a shiver run through her and there was a silent moment before she said 'Thanks", and wriggled out of her wetsuit and bikini top. My knees went like jelly and I sat down on my towel again. I could feel my juices running more now.
Paula slid down her bikini pants and lay down. She had only a thin ribbon of pubic hair and her pussy lips looked like they were shaved. It was a very exciting sight, but for the moment I could do nothing. We both lay back, shut our eyes and soaked up the sun again. "Jules" she asked after a short silence. "Are you bisexual". It was such a blatant question that it stunned me for a moment. Paula knew that I was married and I had never behaved in a way in the sailing club changing rooms or showers that could have made her suspect this.
"Well?" she asked.
"Yes" I said quietly. "How did you know?".
"I didn't" she said "I guessed - and I have a confession to make".
"What?"
"I saw you make yourself cum"
And I had thought I was on my own. I must have been so excited I didn't hear you come ashore.
"You were saying names - Cath and Sean".
"Well, now you know" I said, blushing - I could feel myself going red all over in fact, but Paula was laughing.
"It's OK" she said, "Me too"
"Chris?" I asked "Does he know"
"Oh yes" she said. "Mark and his sister and her boyfriend too". I knew Paula's sister Nicky was going out with Will who was legendary for having a huge dick and a sexual appetite to match. All these thoughts were making me even wetter.
"But for this afternoon, there's just us" she said. I needed no better invitation and turned towards her. She turned too and we kissed deeply, rubbing sandy bodies against each other, her leg pushing mine apart.
Her hand went between us, teasing my nipples, sliding down to where my soaking slit was leaving snail trails on her thigh. She stroked my inner surfaces gently and slid two fingers in to me. I was in heaven already. I had never even fantasised about sex with Paula before,with friends I am sure are straight, I never give them a clue unless they come on to me first.
Paula's fingers were getting me incredibly close to an orgasm, but I didn't want to cum yet. I pulled away and rolled her on her back. She obligingly opened her legs for me, revealing beautiful pink pussy lips and a dribble of juices which I lapped up, before finding her little button. I nibbled on it, teased it with lips and 'hummed' to make my lips vibrate. Paula had never experienced this and was in immediate ecstasy.
When she calmed down a little, she got back to work on me. "I take this everywhere" she said, producing a mini-vibrator from the little bag that she'd brought towel and sun-cream in. She turned it on and started to stroke all around my pubic area. It packed some good power for such a tiny vibe and she knew how to use it in conjunction with her lips and fingers. It wasn't long before I was laying on my back gasping with pleasure and out of breath from a terrific climax.
We were limited for time on the beach by the tide, and decided to sail back to the club together. On a weekday we had the shower and changing room to ourselves and made the most of it, running soapy hands over breasts kneeling down to give each other another good pussy-licking and teasing nipples with towels and tongues. I used the little vibrator inside Paula's pussy as I licked her out and she was in heaven.
We packed up our boats and shared one last long kiss before parting and promising to meet again in a few days for some more fun, perhaps as a threesome next time.
It was difficult to face my husband that evening knowing what I'd been doing, but I tried to remain casual as I told him about meeting Paula on the island. I asked him to start the barbecue for dinner while I tried to think about other things. One day I have to try to tell him. Maybe he will want to be a part of it, maybe not.
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