My friend Pamela had asked me to housesit for her while she was in Europe doing a book tour. Pam has the most amazing beach house and it was no great torture to agree. Her house sits on a private stretch of beach and has the most wonderful terraces. Each one looks out at the water and is completely private. The upstairs bedroom overlooks the beach. The wall facing the water is done completely in glass, giving you the sense of being in a three-sided room. The master bedroom is my favorite spot in the house because of it.
On the first morning I was there, I rose early and drank my first cup of coffee standing at the window watching the water. As I sipped my coffee, I noticed two people, a man and woman, walking hand in hand along the surf. The man appeared to be in his mid-thirties, the woman in her late-twenties. They were a handsome couple. As I sipped, my eye wandered back to them. They'd stopped on the beach just in front of the house. Sitting down in the sand, he said something to her and I watched her face break into a laugh. He laid back, resting his head on one arm. I drank my coffee and watched as her hand slid across his arm and down to his chest. Using his free hand, he pushed her hand down to his groin. The woman looked around quickly and then slid her hand down the front of his shorts. I was spellbound watching the couple. Her hand was sliding up and down in his pants.
I wasn't close enough to see how big he was or hear him moan, but I was sure he was telling her to keep touching him. Her hand was moving quickly up and down in his shorts. He lifted his head, looked around quickly to make sure no one was around, and then pushed her head down into his lap. In one swift movement, she had his shorts open and his cock in her mouth. I watched from my window as she gave him head on the beach in the middle of the morning. Her mouth was moving quickly up and down. He arched up and lifted his head. She stopped moving and then lifted her mouth, licking her lips. He'd come in her mouth. Just as suddenly as it all had started, he tucked his cock back in his shorts. Kissing her, he lifted her hand, helping her stand. They continued on their walk down the beach.
I wasn't sure of what I had just seen. I thought about it all day, even masturbating in the shower, thinking about them. I came hard just thinking about them, how she'd given him a blow job in the middle of the beach. If I'd seen, who else might have?
The next morning, I woke at the same time and quickly hurried to stand in front of the window. I was disappointed. Again, the couple wandered down the beach, stopping just in front of my house and sitting in the sand. Again, she started with a hand job and then moved on to blowing him. This went on for two more days. Each morning, I was mesmerized by their routine. I stayed horny just thinking about it.
On the fifth day, at the little corner supermarket, I ran into the woman. She was in the vegetable section. I felt an instant heat. Did she know I'd seen them? What should I do? I couldn't stop thinking about them, watching them. I walked over to where she was. I smiled at her. She smiled back. As I reached across her, I wrapped my fingers around a cucumber. As I pulled my arm back, I smiled again at her, "I've seen you around. On the beach, I think."
She said it was possible.
"Yes. I've definitely seen you on the beach. With a man."
She nodded and said her and her husband liked to take walks. I lifted the cucumber to my chin. Leaning it there, I looked at her, smiling again. "I'm staying in the gray house with all the terraces." I knew the instant she realized which house I meant. Flicking my tongue across the tip of the cucumber, I turned and started to walk away. Turning around, I told her, "You should stop by one morning. The view is amazing."
I left her standing there, thinking about it. I was already horny and having told her in not so many words that I'd seen her and her husband on the beach, I was over the edge horny. I raced home, running my fingers down between my legs as I drove. When I reached the driveway, I pulled into the garage. Sitting back, I spread my legs wide and drove two fingers deep inside my pussy. I pushed my shorts down further, giving my fingers better access. As my fingers worked in and out of my wet pussy, I closed my eyes and envisioned the couple on the beach. Using the tip of my thumb, I circled my clit. My moan filled the car as my orgasm broke. My breathing was fast and raspy as my heart rate returned to normal. It'd been quite a morning.
The next day, I woke a little earlier than normal. Having time before the "next show", I took a quick shower. Slipping a short robe on, I stepped out onto the bedroom terrace and waited. Sure enough, the man and woman appeared. This time, she pointed up to my house. He turned, looking up and seeing me. They walked up the beach towards my house. Just at the bottom on the stairs, they stopped. The woman appeared nervous. The man, curious. I told them to come on up.
Leaning back against the railing, I waited for them. I knew the woman was sexy, with a pouty little mouth. He was attractive and intriguing to me. I introduced myself to them, smiling. She was Felicity. He was Marcus.
"So, Felicity says she ran into you in the grocery store yesterday. Said you saw us on the beach."
Marcus was sizing me up. I decided to play. I knew what I wanted and felt pretty confident I'd be able to get it.
