'How come you never took me to the beach hut for sex?'
Adam looked up from his newspaper, shocked and a little afraid he'd said out loud the thoughts that had been running through his head, and for a moment he couldn't quite meet his wife's eyes.
'You what?' His guilty cheeks colored up. He couldn't think of anything else to say, but Sara didn't appear to notice his unease. She'd turned back towards the sink, and was staring out of the window, her hands immersed in the soapy dish water. It gave him time to think -- time to come up with a reason that would stop her from questioning him too far. Why was she bringing this up now...after all these years?
'You know it was all talk -- what the lads used to say about me and that hut, don't you?'
The hut's imminent sale had brought back some fond memories. Memories that stirred his cock along with his conscience, but anything he may or may not have got up to in there was over long before he met her -- he thought she knew that -- and much as he loved her, he resented her sudden accusatory stand.
'But, I know you fucked someone there.'
'Are you serious?' Adam was shocked. He prepared himself for an argument, but when Sara turned towards him she was smiling, and now he was unsure what to do with the defensive mode he had just deployed. Was she just yanking his chain or did she really want to know?
For a moment Adam considered telling her everything and getting it off his chest once and for all, but he was aware that the need to clear his conscience was not the right reason for raking through the still smouldering embers of a long lost, past love. That was a ghost he was going to have to lay to rest all on his own - and he meant to...just not quite yet.
'I'm kidding,' she added. 'You really don't have to sell it on my account, darling.' Adam's smile was edged with relief. It was as if she'd read his mind -- or at least the thought that was uppermost in it at that moment. Had she been able to delve a little deeper, she'd have discovered thoughts that would not have prompted such a sympathetic comment, for his mind had been basking in the sweet memory of one particular girl, and one particular night, ten long years ago...
***
His tiny attic apartment was stuffy and airless. He couldn't sleep, so Adam picked up a few cold cans and a towel and headed down to the beach for a swim.
It was well after midnight when he hit the street but the smell of suntan oil and chips still wafted on the warm breeze. People had spilled out from the stuffy clubs and restaurants to drink and chat on the streets instead. The town had a Mediterranean feel about it tonight that he liked.
Decent work might be scarce but there was something about living in a seaside town that seemed to get under your skin...or maybe it was the constant flow of fresh girls that were always passing through -- not that he'd had much luck in that direction, but he was always hopeful and ever ready...he felt for the condom in his back pocket.
As he descended the steps to the beach, the noise of the town gradually faded away and Adam found himself alone in the deserted little cove. He kicked off his flip flops and made his way across the still warm sand. Not many people strayed down here at night. In the dark, there wasn't much to see from the top of the steps but once down on the sand, surrounded by the sheer granite cliffs, it felt like another world -- a world where he could do as he pleased and be who he wanted.
He dropped his stuff on the veranda of the little beach hut his grandfather had left him, stripped off his shorts and t shirt and ran naked to the water's edge, enjoying the solitude and the feel of the cooler, salt laden air on his clammy skin. The tide hadn't yet turned and about a foot of frothy white surf was breaking noisily onto the sand. He dove straight in, swam out past the breakers, and floated around in the gentle swell beyond, just listening to the distant thrum of the town whilst his fingers toyed idly with his cock.
It wasn't until he finally waded out of the water half an hour later, that he noticed the girl perched on a rock at the water's edge. He'd spoken to her in the cafe a couple of times during the week, and even tried chatting her up -- he remembered her dyed red hair -- and wondered if she'd come here in the hope of meeting him. The thought made his cock twitch and he suddenly remembered his nakedness, but did nothing to cover himself up, even though he became acutely aware of his cock as it hung free between his legs...and of her eyes upon it, but he didn't want to look stupid by attempting to cup his equipment in his hand, now.
For a long moment they stared at each other without a word passing between them -- until Adam finally managed to find the words to break the awkward silence.
'Have you been there long?' He was annoyed at how nervous he sounded. His voice came out far too high. He coughed to clear his throat.
'Since before you arrived,' she said with a smile. 'I was sitting right here when you ran down to the sea.'
Adam's eyes were drawn to the expanse of creamy white thigh she was displaying...and of the brief glimpse of white panty that his vantage point below her gave him. She had her knees drawn up to her chin, and held together with her hands, but her feet were set apart, giving a tantalizing view of white cotton as it stretched over the bulging lips of her sex. It was about the closest he'd ever got to a girl's pussy and his cock swelled in anticipation. He turned away from her, pretending to look out to sea, as she was doing, embarrassed by his growing erection and wishing now that he'd kept his shorts on.
'Are you on holiday?' Adam was sure he'd asked her the question before but he couldn't think of anything else to say. He crossed his arms across his chest in an attempt to look relaxed. When that failed he let them hang awkwardly by his side. For some reason he couldn't remember how he normally held them. He wished he had jeans pockets to stuff them in.
