My parents own a beach hut on the unspoilt Suffolk coast and I stay there for a couple of days at the end of each summer. I make any minor repairs that need doing, and paint it inside and out. Finally I board up the windows, and make it secure for the winter.
I always look forward to this time as it's very therapeutic. The beach hut is right at the end of the row, ten minutes walk from hustle and bustle of the pier. During the day the beach is full of families enjoying the sea and sand, but by early evening everyone's gone home, and I'm left alone with just the sound of the sea lapping against the shore. It's so peaceful, and I have everything I need. A small camping style cooker, a bench with a foam mattress on it large enough for two to sleep on, a car battery which supplies enough current to run a low wattage bulb and a radio. Among the cooking implements the most important is the cork screw, as I always take a case of red wine with me.
I enjoy the tranquillity, and the time by myself. I'm lucky to have a loving wife and two great kids, but it's so good to get away from it all, just for a little while.
This year I had to replace a window, and was pleased how easy the job had been. I cooked up a tin of stew and decadently ate it straight from the pan with a hunk of wholemeal bread, all washed down with a couple glasses of red wine. I was sitting just outside the beach hut on a folding chair watching the sea slowly retreat with the tide. Although the sun had long since disappeared, the full moon and stars cast enough light to see quite clearly. I lit a cigarette, poured another glass and stretched and relaxed.
I suddenly noticed a dark form on the shoreline, but couldn't quite make out what it was. I got out of the chair, went down the three steps onto the beach and walked towards it. The sea often throws up bits of driftwood, or more usually rubbish dumped overboard from ships in The North Sea. The gentle waves were lapping around, trying to pull it into the sea, but with the tide going out, they hadn't the power.
As I approached I realised it was a body, and I ran the last few yards dreading what I was going to find. It was a woman, and thank God she was alive, she was trying to sit upright, but the effort was too much for her, and she slumped over, head first into the waves. I put my hands under her arms and dragged her out of the water. She was cold and barely conscious. I draped my arms and legs around her hoping that my body warmth would slowly seep into her.. After a few moments her eyes opened, and she whispered "Thank you."
I slipped my T-shirt off, put it over her shoulders and said " Wait here, I'll be right back," and ran to the beach hut.
I pulled a blanket from the cupboard and went back to her and placed the blanket over her legs and body. She trembled with the cold, she was dressed only in bra and knickers. Again I held her tight. After a few minutes I helped her stand, and walked her to the beach hut. I sat her down on the bench. I turned on the small gas heater, and closed the doors. Using both rings of the cooker to provide more heat, I boiled some soup. I offered her the soup and some bread, which she eagerly devoured.
As she ate her food I had time to sit back and appraise her, she wasn't slim, but wasn't fat either. She had long dark brown hair, and brown eyes. She had a pretty face, sort of Spanish looking, and her skin was olive coloured. She finished eating, and moved her legs up so she was lying on the bench, supporting her head with her hand, and looking straight at me.
Her brown eyes were bright and sparkling.
"Thank you." she said again, this time her voice stronger. "You've been so kind to me. Do you mind if I remove these?" she said pointing to her underwear.
"They are really quite damp and uncomfortable." And without waiting for an answer she slipped them off. I should have averted my eyes, but she did this so matter of factly, I hadn't time to think of what was right or wrong, I just stared. Her body was Rubenesque, wonderful and full, and in all the right places.
"Can I have some wine?" she asked, and I poured a glass and handed it to her as I gazed at the fascinating woman.
"What happened to you?" I asked, "Did you get shipwrecked or something?"
She giggled, "No nothing like that. I was with my partner, well.... not really my partner. We spent the whole day on the beach, getting each other sexually aroused. It was so exciting, trying to do it to each other, surrounded by so many people. Then his bloody wife phoned his mobile, and he got up and went, just like that! Bastard! So I opened the other bottle of wine, drank the lot, was so pissed that I walked into the sea, and must have blacked out. Then you found me."
"Glad I did, you could of drowned." I replied.
"Would you just come here and fuck me?" she said.
