It was a hot spring day. The air conditioner at work was not working properly and offered little relief. It was one of those days that made you sticky all day, a day where clothes cling to bodies like saran wrap. Chelsea looked at the clock. She had an hour before her lunch break. The office was miserable. There wasn’t a lot of work to be done so she decided to take the rest of the day off.
Chelsea drove to her townhouse and stripped off her clothes the minute she got through the door. Her body glistened with perspiration. The cool air made her get gooseflesh and her nipples hardened. She had decided to head to the beach for the afternoon. First she had to take a shower. Then she would pack her beach bag, get dressed and get on the road.
As soon as she got on the freeway, Chelsea decided against using the air conditioner in her car. She needed fresh air, and the coastal breeze was cool. After she put down the top on her convertible, she pulled back onto the freeway.
There wasn’t much traffic at this time of day. She turned up the stereo and relaxed in the driver’s seat. It didn’t take long before the effects of the sun; breeze and good music hit Chelsea.
The thin halter top and wrap around skirt caressed her skin. She reached down between her legs and her fingers found her smooth mound. She just teased it, savoring the excitement of arousal.
Just as she had rubbed the hard nodule between her folds, sending currents coursing through her body, an 18-wheeler passed her. The driver honked his horn and gave her the thumbs up sign. Chelsea just smiled.
The exhibitionist in her did not mind the stranger’s intrusion, not one bit. In fact, it made her even more exited and anxious to get to the beach and find a secluded area.
Chelsea pressed her foot down on the accelerator. The wind whipped through her long mane and danced across her torso. Though the sun was warm, she finally began to feel relief from the stifling heat. “
It won’t be much longer,
” she thought.
In less than a half hour, she exited the freeway and made her way to the parking lot at the beach. It was practically empty and finding a spot was not difficult. She raised the top on her car, grabbed her beach bag, locked her car and set the alarm.
“
It shouldn’t be too hard to find a nice secluded spot,
” Chelsea thought. She walked down the shoreline, the waves rushing up to cool her feet. Humming to herself, she walked until she came to a spot just past some rocks. There wasn’t another soul in sight. She opened her bag, pulled out a beach blanket and spread it out.
She untied the halter top she wore letting it casually fall from her breasts. The halter was then replaced by a bikini top, which accentuated Chelsea’s full, round, firm breasts. Next, Chelsea untied the wrap around skirt and bent over to grab her bikini bottom from her bag as the skirt cascaded to the ground. The breeze blew between her legs blowing gently on her rear end and into her soft, moist folds.
Chelsea finished unpacking her bag then settled into the spot she’d found on the beach. She rubbed tanning oil everywhere she could reach then laid back to sunbathe.
She turned on the radio and opened a bottle of cold water. She also set the timer she brought with her to avoid burning. When it rang, she would turn over. Smiling to herself she thought, “
It’s kind of like basting a turkey
!”
Soon, Chelsea started getting drowsy. The sun and the cool breeze could do that to a relaxed person. Her eyelids started getting heavy so she decided to take a swim to wake herself up.
Chelsea was a graceful swimmer; she swam out several hundred yards then let the waves bring her back toward the shore. She did not notice the man standing just beyond the rocks and the spot she had staked out for herself.
He stood there watching her, as her arms sliced through the water and then her breasts bobbing along the top of the water as she floated back to shore. She rubbed her wet skin, wiping the water from it, as she walked out of the water and back up on the beach.