My name is John McKenzie and my story starts the day I was laying out on my own deserted stretch of beach, just minding my own business, reading a book and trying to get some tan to my almost fish-belly colored body. I work as a computer programmer for a very unknown computer company with a very small slice of the revenue pie, but we are supposed to be an up and coming concern, if we can ever get off the ground. Still, I don't get out too much and my tan has suffered no end. I do work out a bit whenever I can fit it into my almost non-existent schedule. You see, I am the CEO, CFO, and only programmer for this company--in fact the only employee--but I do like to dream about making it big one day.
Anyway, I was out on the beach stretched out on a blanket. Since I was wealthy enough, thanks to my father, God rest his soul, I owned this stretch of secluded beach and was laying naked on the blanket letting the breeze keep me cool while the sun burned my skin through the SPF 50 sun block I had poured all over myself. The one thing I hate about sunblock is how sticky it makes you feel after it starts drying on your skin. Actually, I think the sun block was feeding the bugs or something because they seemed to want to swarm all over me. Ah well, to burn to death from the sun or die of insect bites. What a toss up of a choice. I chose to be eaten that day because I know I burn too easily with my reddish blonde hair and freckled skin. I was just trying to connect the freckles and not really succeeding too well.
At six feet even and two hundred twenty pounds, I was not an Adonis, but I wasn't Frankenstein's monster either. I have a home gym set and workout on an occasional basis so I am not overly flabby and have a decently flat tummy with just a hint of a washboard. At fifty years of age I'm not as trim as when I served in the Army, but I haven't let myself go completely to seed either.
The book I was reading was some light, erotic porn and my cock was half aroused and sticking up from my belly just enough to be noticeable to somebody walking by on my secluded section of beach, which of course was not supposed to happen. Occasionally, I would give my dick a tug or two as I read, enjoying the feeling of the hardness in my hand.
The wind was blowing in gentle breezes and the waves were breaking on the shore in a gentle soothing roar after their long march across the ocean. The sun had heated the white sand to an almost unbearably hot temperature. The cove is open to the ocean, but is really very closed on the landward side being hemmed in by rocky cliffs and dense thickets of trees and underbrush. In other words, it is the perfect place to take a nude sunbath.
Since I was getting a bit warm, I decided to take a quick dip in my little secluded piece of ocean. With my semi-erect cock leading the way, I walked down to the wter's edge and tested the water temperature with my toe, not that it mattered much since I was going into the water anyway. The water was fairly warm and I quickly walked out until just the head of my cock bobbed in the water, then I dove in and came up sputtering but much cooler than I had been just a few minutes earlier. I soaked in the salt water for about ten minutes or so and started a slow side stroke towards the beach. When I reached shallower water, I stood up. My cock had become flaccid during my swim and dripped water from the tip as if I were pissing. I dripped my way back to my blanket and flopped down. I figured that I'd let the sun dry me before I went up to the house and had a drink.
After about five minutes, I decided I was dry enough and stood up to pick up my stuff. That's when I saw the girl or young woman emerging from the water in my private cove. My eyes travelled from her head to her foot, llingering a bit longer when they reached her lovely bouncing tits and flat tummy. She wore a small string bikini that left little to the imagination, covering only her nipples and her vagina. The rest of her body was open to inspection and my eyes were definitely working. She was five foot three or so and couldn't have weighed much more than 110, but my eyes were drawn by a set of mammaries that seemed as if they should be on a much larger woman. They were firm with only a little bounce and her nipples were showing through the fabric ofthat covered their splendor. Her hair was flaming red even plastered to her forehead and her eyes were a lovely blue color.
"Hi, there! My name is Beth."
"Hello, mine is John, John McKenzie. This is my private beach you know. It's posted at both ends of the cove." I made absolutely no effort to cover my nakedness and I noticed that Beth didn't blush as her eyes examined me, finally resting on my cock.
"Yes, it is. I saw the signs."
"Then why are you here?"
"I wanted to see the cove from this angle. I do oils and love to paint good scenery. This cove looked ideal from the ocean side, but I wanted to see it from here to see if it would be worth painting. Do you always run around naked?"
"Only when I'm at home and not expecting company and since I have no clothes or a towel, you can either get excited at my nakedness or get offended. It's no difference to me either way. Do you always wear bikinis that cover so little of your body?"
"Only when I'm swimming or sunbathing. Today I was swimming and sunbathing. This is really a very lovely cove and I'd love to paint it, with your permission of course."
"Well, I'd have to be persuaded that it was in my best interests to let you paint here. You've already picked up one strike against you when invaded my privacy."
"I'm sorry about that. What can I do to make up for it?"
I turned to go up the hill just as my cock gave a nice twitch and was beginning to show just how much this vision of loveliness was having on my libido. "Go back the way you came. When you are polite enough to ask permission in a proper manner, I will consider the request. Please don't drown on your way out."
With that I walked up the hill to my house, dropping the blanket on the deck and putting the rest of my stuff on the counter in the kitchen. I poured myself a double Glenfiddich, took a healthy gulp, and went back to the window overlooking the cove. Beth was almost to end of my property and swimming strongly. I grabbed my binoculars and watched her steady strokes. Her muscles rippled with the movement and my cock drew a bit more blood from my body.
I went in and took a shower to wash the salt off my skin. Just as I finished drying myself, the doorbell rang. I threw on a pair of cutoffs and walked barefoot to the door. I opened it and that same young lady was standing at the door.
"Hello, I'm Elizabeth Montrose. My friends, and some acquaintances call me Beth."
"I'm John McKenzie, what can I do for you Miss Montrose?"
"Please call me Beth."
"OK, what can I do for you Beth?"
"May I come in?"
"Sorry, my manners seem to be lacking today. I seem to have left them on the beach when I confronted a trespasser. Of course, please come in."
"I'm sorry to hear that you had a trespasser. Mr. McKenzie, I came to ask your permission to paint a landscape of your cove. I wouldn't be a bother in any way and I will clean up after myself."
"Please, have a seat. Drink? Coffee, tea, Diet Coke, something stronger?" I poured myself another double Glenfiddich.
"No, nothing thank you." Beth sat in a chair almost directly across from my seat. She was wearing a tube top that showed her breasts to perfection and a pair of loose fitting shorts without underwear. I knew the last because from time to time her leg openings would give me a flash of her red pubic hairs.
"You have a lovely house."
"Thank you. My wife did most of the decorating."
"Oh, you're married?" I saw a slight frown come over her face. I was quickly gone, but it had been there.
"Widowed. She died of multiple sclerosis last year."
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
"Well, she'd been sick for most of her life so, in a way, it was a blessing for the end to come when it did. She went to sleep one night and never woke up. Officially, she had a heart attack. But, I knew what had really killed her and it was the MS." I sipped my Glenfiddich and set it down. "So what brings you to Loch Mourne?"
"Loch Mourne?"
"That's what I call my cove."
