Did you ever have something happen to you that was so unbelievable in not only how it happened but that it happened at all? Something that when you look back upon it you still find it difficult to believe and if it weren't you that it happened to you wouldn't believe it? Well, this is one of those stories.
Occasionally in New England you'll get a hot day in spring where the temperature exceeds 80 degrees. It doesn't happen often, even in May, but this was the third day of above 80 degree weather and I decided it was a perfect beach day. This happened quite a number of years ago not long after I'd gotten divorced. I got to the beach around 9 and it was vacant. I thought certainly on such a hot spring day and it being a Saturday as well at least a few people would be there but that wasn't the case. The beach I like to go to is a little remote so even in the hot July and August days it's not crowded.
I brought a blanket with me to lay on, a cooler with a few cokes and a sandwich for lunch and a book to keep me entertained as I gave homage to the sun god. About an hour after I got there I someone else was actually on the beach, a woman walking her dog. I watched her as she slowly approached. She was wearing shorts and a light snugly fitting shirt. As she neared me I saw she was quite leggy and very buxom as well as quite pretty. She had it all including my undivided attention. Even in her leisurely pace she seemed to have a certain swagger in her step, something which said I really like who I am. Her dog, a large black Lab sauntered along with her seemingly unaware of the seagulls some dogs would have found irresistible or the flotsam that was washed up on the shore that other dogs would have had their nose in.
She was only 20 yards from me when I noticed her blouse open enough to reveal her ample breasts. I was in lust. As I stared she caught my eye and ten yards later said, "Hi" in a very friendly tone. I responded in kind but was too flummoxed to think of something clever to follow that up with. She seemed unaffected by my staring, maybe and hopefully was a little complimented, but passed by without further comment.
As she walked away from me I watched her for the longest time sighing to myself how gloriously beautiful she was. She had longish brown hair which was pulled back. Her large breasts brought out a beautiful figure. She seemed very fit. He legs looked sleek as runner's legs would be. But she also had these bedroom eyes, dark, mysterious, beautiful and full lips that begged to be kissed. After a while I returned to my book but I couldn't sweep her image from my mind nor did I particularly care to do so. I tired of reading my book but not of the fantasy of her image in my mind. My hand moved to my cock and stroked it on the outside of my bathing suit. It felt good and I yearned for release. I looked up and down the beach. Seeing no one anywhere I pushed my bathing suit down and stroked my naked cock. I closed my eyes to get the image of the woman back into my mind. As I slowly stroked my cock I moaned a little as I thought of how fine she looked. I was also running little fantasies through my head of how I should have responded to her and then what we'd do to one another.
I was lost in my thoughts when I suddenly heard, "Oh my!"
I opened my eyes quickly and tried to cover myself at the same time and said, "Oh shit! I'm so sorry." I saw it was the woman who had passed me a little while ago.
Of course I couldn't quickly pulled my bathing suit up but did so in several awkward moves. "You really shouldn't do such things on a public beach you know," she said in a scolding voice.
"I know and I'm really sorry." She didn't seem angry nor even put out which I found curious at that moment. But she remained silent as if waiting for me to say something. I fumbled out the words, "I um, I, damn, I am so sorry." Her continued silence bothered me but then I wondered why she hadn't just moved quickly past me. Then finally in a joking voice I said, "It's all you're fault you know."
"Really," she said sarcastically. "How's that?"
"Well, when I saw you walking by with your dog I couldn't help but notice your um," I stammered trying to get the right words out, "great figure and how beautiful you are so I couldn't help myself."
"Really," she said again in disbelief.
"Yes. By the way, what happened to your dog?"
"My sister's walking him out to the point while I go down here to the deli."
"Oh," I replied lamely, "um, anyway, I'm sorry I offended you."
"You haven't offended me at all. I just don't believe it was me you were thinking of while you were doing that."
I seem to run into women all the time who have a self-image considerably lower than how I see them. This astonishes me. But usually this sort of a discussion happens well after I've met them and not immediately upon meeting them so I knew she was self-confident because of the way she quickly challenged me and my ideas. I liked that. I also have this theory that women in general are actually much hornier than men but are far more subtle in how they express it.
"My name's Denise."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Peter."
I stood up and shook her hand and then asked her to sit and chat with me a while which she did. We went through all the usual small talk, where do you live, what do you do, etc. After about twenty minutes of talking I found we didn't have much at all in common. Usually there's something but I was finding nothing. She was an excellent conversationalist, though, and led the entire conversation. This suited me just fine.
I had had a very hard time keeping my eye contact with her as we chatted. I kept looking down into her cleavage and I know that on several occasions she caught me doing this although she never said a thing nor did she look annoyed with me either as many women would have and rightfully so.
"So there's something I can't figure out about you," she said.
"What's that?"
