I have always loved the sun. Nothing beats getting out in the heat and soaking up some rays in the summer. Unfortunately, there are only a few months a year in the Pacific Northwest where the temperature is in the eighties and nineties. I cherish those days like so many other Portlanders do. In July and August, people all over the area flock to the river beaches to swim, bask, and play. There are even two nude beaches along the Columbia River although the story I am about to tell happened at a public/non-nude beach when I was a young man fresh out of high school, still living with my parents.
I awoke to the heat of the sun pouring through the window next to my bed. "Shit," I said to myself out loud as I read the clock at eleven AM. I had meant to get up earlier to maximize my time at the river that day. It was a Monday morning in late July and the temperatures had been in the nineties the last three days. Yesterday I tried contacting my friends to see if anyone was up to going to the river, but they were all busy with work or school so I made a plan to go to one of the river beaches by myself to work on my tan and maybe do a little swimming.
I crawled out of bed, put my shoulder-length hair in a ponytail, and started rummaging through my dresser for a pair of shorts to wear. Nothing. All my shorts were in the wash so I went to the laundry room to borrow a pair of my Dad's. The only thing he had was ridiculously small, seventies-style jogging shorts. Getting down to the river as fast as possible was the top priority for me so I grabbed the red shorts with white stripes going up the side and slid them on. When I looked in the mirror I laughed to myself. The shorts barely covered my little ass cheeks. With my long hair and slender frame they made me look girly. "Whatever," I said under my breath as I started to put the rest of my supplies in my backpack. It wasn't like my friends would see me in these sexy little shorts.
I hopped on my bicycle and began my journey. The river was a good 5 miles from my house, but downhill almost the entire way. As I zoomed through an intersection a man in a car let out a cat-call whistle. I looked over to see him staring at my butt with a big grin on his face. "Asshole," I said to myself, my face turning red from embarrassment. I couldn't wait to get to the river where my attire would not be noticed as much.
When I arrived I was pleasantly surprised to see that the parking lot only had about 10 cars so far. Maybe I could find a private place to read my book and get tan without being surrounded by people. I peeled off my shirt and took off my shoes, leaving me wearing only the sexy little jogging shorts, and headed onto the beach. I decided it would be best to head west to a section of the beach that had tall grass and trees for privacy. On my way, I passed two girls in bikinis. One of them whispered something to the other, and then they both looked down at my shorts and smiled. I momentarily felt embarrassed by the shorts, but I shrugged it off and found a nice clearing In the tall grass to lay out my towel and start my sun-worshipping.
Ahh, this was the life I thought to myself as I stretched out on my towel. No work, no worries, only the sun, and a good book. The high noon sun was very burning brightly and while I enjoyed the heat, I knew I needed protection so I reached into my backpack grabbed my bottle of sunscreen, and started applying generous amounts to my smooth skin.
That's when I saw him. A very tan man about sixty years old, wearing almost the exact same shorts as mine and sunglasses, walking down the beach about twenty feet away from me. I was almost hidden in my grassy clearing but he spotted me and called out:
Hi! Great day for it huh?". I nodded and said: "yeah, feels great!", and with that, the tan man continued on his way down the beach.
I rolled onto my side and started reading my book while listening to the gentle lap of small waves hitting the shore as a boat went by. No more than ten minutes passed when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. It was the tan man again walking in the opposite direction down the beach. He again looked over and smiled. I smiled right back at him and again, he walked passed me down the beach. A couple more minutes passed when a shadow suddenly cast over me. I looked up to see the tan man walking up to where I was lying.
"Excuse me," he said. "Do you happen to know what time it is?".
"Quarter to one" I replied.
"Thanks," he said, and then: "I like your shorts".
I looked down at my shorts before saying "I like yours too".
Why did I say that I thought to myself. I didn't really like the style of shorts we were both wearing. Oh well. Although he had a small pot belly, he looked good for a man his age.
The tan man started to chat me up. We talked about the weather, the book I was reading, and then about the two girls in bikinis I had seen earlier. He had seen them too.
"Did you see the size of the tits on the redhead?" he exclaimed as he rubbed the bulge in the front of his shorts.
"Sure did," I said, unintentionally watching his hand caress his prominent lump.
He had been standing over me the entire time. He then asked me if I wanted to join him for a beer over where his cooler was. I wasn't a hundred percent sure if I wanted to follow this man back into the wooded area where his cooler was, but he seemed like a nice enough guy, and a beer sounded like heaven so I agreed and picked up my stuff to follow him down a narrow trail through the grass and trees. We walked for about a quarter of a mile until we came into a clearing where the sun shown through in a big circle on the sand in which he had a huge blanket laid out next to his cooler.
"Nice spot," I remarked as he fetched us two beers out of the cooler.
"Sit down if you like," he said as he motioned to the blanket and I plopped down on it.
We resumed our conversation about the two girls we had seen as he sat down next to me.
"Yep, I love this time of year for seeing everyone half-naked," he said as he looked me up and down.
I started to get nervous at the way he was looking at me but didn't want to show it. I asked for another beer and he chuckled as he grabbed me another from the cooler. Right before he handed it to me he pulled it just out of my reach.
"Wait a sec. How old did you say you were?" He said.
"Eighteen" I replied.
"Well, that's old enough for me" he chuckled again.
Over the next hour, we chatted about everything. He told me to help myself with his beers. Each time I would bend over to grab a beer from the cooler I could feel his eyes watching my ass in my sexy little shorts and he would smile at me as I returned to the blanket. I couldn't tell if he was just messing with me, or if he was just a nice older man. Then, I got my answer:
