"Seriously what's taking you so long. I want to go to the beach." Chris shouted from the front door.
"Keep your pants on, I'll be out in a minute!" Jillian shouted from the bathroom. Chris rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Pun intended!"
"No it wasn't!" Chris called back mirthfully. He wasn't wearing any pants and she knew it, the only thing he was wearing were his baby blue boots. He wasn't sure if that counted as clothing or not but Southern California was suffering from a record setting heat wave and the concrete between the hotel and the sandy beach was hot enough to fry an egg. Walking across it barefoot wasn't an option. The only other thing currently covering any of his body was a beach towel tossed over one shoulder. "What's taking you so long anyway, it's not like you have anything to put on."
Chris had spent the last year getting into the very best shape of his life. He still wasn't built the way he wanted to be, he had a smooth stomach with only a hint of a six pack when he was sweating, not the kind of rock hard abs he'd dreamt of but he was a far cry from the flabby man he'd been this time last year. He hadn't cut his hair for the entire year so it was brushing against his shoulders like a rock star or pro wrestler. He had to make a conscious effort to keep from dramatically tossing his hair every time some one looked in his general direction. Jillian teased him every time he did it.
"I'm not sure about this." Jillian called back. "I mean there are going to be people."
"Yes, there will be people. It's a beach."
"Don't sound so excited." Jillian stepped out of the bathroom. She wasn't quite nude, she had transparent flower print sarong wrapped around her waist, it probably did a better job of accentuating her meaty hips than it did concealing anything. She'd chosen a pair of long dangling earrings and finished her outfit with a pair of high heeled wedge sandals. "I know the real reason you wanted to suddenly start celebrating this holiday." Jillian stopped there and forced a smile to cross her painted red lips. She brushed her long red hair back over her shoulder. "How do I look?"
Chris smiled and embraced his lover lightly kissing her forehead. "You look amazing."
Jillian rolled her eyes but leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth. She knew how men reacted to an amazing looking naked woman and it was not a hug and a chaste kiss on the forehead. If she looked amazing he'd already have her pinned against the wall and halfway to happy land. "C'mon lets get going." He wouldn't be rushing out the door to see some bitches half her size and ten years younger prancing around in their birthday suits.
Jillian wriggled against his surprisingly firm grasp and finally pushed him away. Her hand lingered on his chest a little longer than absolutely necessary before she pulled back. She knew that he hadn't done it for her, he'd gotten into shape because he wanted people (women) to look at him in a way they'd never done before. It was difficult for Jillian to pretend like she didn't like the new fit, trim and confident Chris over the slightly above average one she'd had a few years back. He was certainly happier than she'd ever seen him. "Well let's get going before I realize what a bad idea this is."
"It's not a bad idea. It's fun." Chris assured her gripping her ass in one hand and leading her out of the motel and out into the morning sun. It was almost ten in the morning but the beach was already fairly busy with groups of people.
"You're right it is fun." Jillian tilted her head slightly as a pair of well toned, golden brown men walked past. She was drawn to their tight buttocks then turned to Chris. He wasn't paying attention to her in the least. He was not so subtly watching a group of college girls pilling out of a convertible. They were in turn slightly less subtly not noticing the attention they were getting by casually brushing against each other, leaning over to retrieve items from the back and flipping their hair back. "They're too young for you." She spat dryly picking up her bag. "Lets get down to the beach, I want to make sure we get a good spot not to far from the water. So put your tongue back in your mouth."
Jillian stepped in front of Chris making certain to put an extra bit of sway in her hips. When she'd picked out a spot near the beach Jillian dramatically bent at the waist glancing back at him between her thighs. She was cupping her breasts when she noticed he wasn't right behind her, he'd started wandering a bit towards the same group of tarts, now in setting up their own towels while a gaggle of men crowded around them practically fighting over who would help them erect their parasol in the exact right spot. "Wow. Don't I feel great?" Jillian dropped her bag and set up their checkered blanket doing her best to suppress a twinge of disappointment.
It was hard to keep frowning when a young man jogged past her wearing only a pair of sneakers and a dazzling smile. He might even have winked at her, or it might have been the sun in his eye. Either way it gave her a stomach a flutter and she watched him until he was too far away for her to make out the definition of his thighs.
Then she turned back toward Chris. "Hey, honey would you oil me up. I don't want to burn." Jillian dug around in her back for the bottle of suntan oil and held it up over her shoulder. "Hon?" Jillian turned on her side and stared back at Chris who was still infatuated with the women. The women who weren't even pretending they were innocently walking around and not purposely posing to the delight of the zombie like men setting up a volleyball court. "AHEM!"
"Oh sorry." Chris took the oil and started dripping it down her back.
"It's okay. I know you get to look at my fat ass all day whenever you want." She offered.
"Shush you. You know you're sexy."
"You can do better than that." Jillian purred resting her head on her arms watching the bimbos bouncing around. It was easy to see why they had Chris's attention, especially the little dark skinned one who had her hair done up like some kind of cartoon character. Chris was probably drooling over and Jillian had to admit she hated not having the body (the confidence Chris would say) to go out in public dressed up as Supergirl, Chun Li or Princess Jasmine. She just didn't have the trim tummy and toned thighs to go around like that. Unlike those skinny bitches prancing around, she could easily see the little brown one dressed up as Jasmine and already knew what kind of wishes Chris would make if he could rub her the right way.
