Walk on the Beach

"I'll take the fifth," he said, then moved his hand till his was on top of mine. When he squeezed his fingers over mine I shifted for him. The car responding to my touch just as a man would have. It sent a thrill through me to feel this powerful machine partly under my control. I thought again about his offer to drive. When was the last time I drove a stick? Who was president then?

As a very comfortable silence settled over us, I let him take back control of the shifter. He drove with the assurance of a man trained to do it. I wondered then about him and his job. Had he ever been in a high speed chase? Had he ever drawn his gun and shot someone? Had anyone ever shot at him? Of course, I could have simply asked and I'm sure he would have told me all I wanted to know and then some. But it seemed somehow private, distant from this night, and I actually was enjoying the guessing more than knowing the answer.

There were other questions I wanted answered even more. Why was he with an old lady like me? He had a very nice body... all of it. He could almost pick and chose if he wished, so why me? Was this some living out of a teenage fantasy? Getting the Penthouse girl to agree to a date? Well, if it was I'm sorry to say his fantasy must be falling short of what he had hoped.

Maybe, I should do something about that?

My eyes drifted to the bulge along one inner thigh. My memory peeled back the layers of cloth to let me see again that wonderful cock, A desire to take it in my hand and stroke it hard came.

"I never asked what your taste in cuisine ran to. I have been simply assuming that where we're going will be okay," he said, after a moment, while we waited for a light to change. "Do you like Italian?"

"So long as they're as handsome as you, I'll be willing to give a try eating them," I said.

He smiled, that boyish grin.

"But if we are talking food, I love Italian." I squirmed, my bare legs on his seats. "Men, food and certainly leather."

* * * * * *

A large sip of chilled wine cooled my overheated mouth, after the fiery spices of my Penne all'Arrabbiata, but not enough. I nibbled a piece of buttery bread to try and finally quench the flames. Watching as Tim finished the last of his meal, I let my tongue direct the wine to all the hotter points. A sudden desire to taste wine and him came to me. He was certainly hot. I wanted to devour this young man as my dessert. I'm sure he would be far more delicious than Tiramisu, especially if I served him with wine.

Trying to decide just what type of wine to serve with young male I must have begun to smile. When he looked up, Tim stopped with his fork in mid-bite.

"What? Do I have sauce all over my chin?" He reached for his napkin as I was shaking my head.

"No, you're fine. Just debating on something silly. Daydreaming. We old people tend to do a lot of that." I took a sip, hiding my smile in the glass.

He sighed.

"I wish you wouldn't call yourself old, Susan. You have hardly changed since those first photos I saw of you." Giving me a look, he added a soft wink to tell me he was talking about the scene at the beach. "Believe me I know."

"Oh, please. Tim, I do own more than a few mirrors. We have already established that I'm older than your mother." I twirled the stem of my wine glass, waiting for the spice-heat to return or not.

He scoffed.

"My mother would would be 'scandalized' to be dressed as sexy as you are right now. My god, do you know how beautiful you look in that?" he asked.

His eyes wandered from my face, down the plunging neckline, to the freckled hills. His eyes held no secrets about what he wanted to do. I absently fingered my pearls as I felt myself responding to his gaze.

"Tim..." I paused my pulse-rate stealing my breath. "I'm not the woman I was when I posed. The way I look now is a mixture of artifice and skilled dressmakers."

"I've seen you naked Susan," he said softly, reaching across the table for my hand. "You are beautiful."

Oh, how I wanted to believe him. I wanted that with so much of my heart.

"Thank you." I said simply.

His fingers twined with mine for a moment, then he sat back. He absently wiped at his chin probably still convinced there was sauce there. If there had been, I would have licked it clean by now.

"Get a hold of yourself, old woman!" I thought to myself.

I waved off the waiter's offer of a desert selection. Tim did the same.

"So what do you do for fun, my handsome enforcer of the law?" I asked to ease the tension and bring things back to a more casual conversation.

"I'm what they call an adrenaline junky," he said after a moment. "I like to do things that get the heart racing."

"Like what?" I asked, curiously amused at this new aspect of him. He didn't seem the type.

"Take beautiful, sexy women to dinner." He smiled.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Seriously, Tim. What?"

"Oh, a lot of things. I go hang gliding, I've bungee jumped. Kite surfed, that was fun. I just got my skydiving license last year. I..."

"Skydiving! Jumping out of a perfectly good airplane?" I interrupted. "Tim, that's crazy."

He smiled, then after a moment gave a little half nod, while measuring an inch between his fingers.

"Little bit," he said.

I had to laugh.

"It's fun though," he said, reaching for his glass. "Scary, oh there is no doubt about that. But it's... it's... it's like sex. Hard to describe, so that a person that has never done it can understand, just how wonderful it can be." He gave a little half-shrug. "I'm good friends with a pilot. He flies that police helicopter, you see above town all the time. He got me into it."

"It's still insane." I pointed at him with a bread stick. "And don't you ever let me hear you took you four-legged partner with you out that plane."

"Oh, no, no, no. Rex is too intelligent to go skydiving. His idea of adrenaline sports is to catch a shark by its tail and drag it up onto the beach."

As I pictured that my hand moved to cover my mouth.

"Oh, my god! He didn't?" I said.

"Yep. Twice in fact. The first time..." he answered.

* * * * * *

~The night air was damp and cool as it flowed into the open car windows. The world seemed soft from within my cocoon of wine. I let the sensations drift past me, enjoying them but not focusing on them. In fact I found it hard to focus on anything.~

~Floating in the air, held in strong arms, I nuzzled my face into warm masculine heat.~

~Softly, I woke to the feel of lips kissing mine. I smiled, and returning the kiss, tried to pull the kiss in deeper, but the mouth moved away. A billowy mass of satin was tucked around me. I burrowed into it with a disappointed but also contented sound.~

~"Goodnight beautiful. Sweet dreams." Came the whisper by my ear.~

~ Then a even softer kiss. A warm hand covered mine, then slipped away.~

* * * * * * *

As I awoke my vision focused on a napkin-wrapped bottle of water, sitting on my night stand. Moving slowly, I sat up and tried to piece together what happened.

Stories. Wine. More stories. A lot more wine.

After that was fuzzy-plush memories filled with little flashes.

"Well, you did it proper didn't you?" I scolded myself. "Went and got smashed on the first date out with him."

I looked around for him, wondering why he was not in my bed. I certainly wanted him to be here. Pulling myself upwards, I took a sip of the water and then noticed two pills laid on a napkin next to my bottle of Tylenol.

"Oh, bless you, Tim."

Then I, taking stock of things, noticed something else. My dress hanging over the back of my reading chair. As I lifted the satin sheet and felt the super-smooth cloth move across me I realized I had been sleeping naked, as usual.

"Oh, you naughty boy," I said, with a squirmy shake of my ass against the sheets. I grinned to think about how much fun he must have had slipping me out of my clothes and pouring me into bed. "But why didn't you stay?"

I found the answer even as I was asking it. Because he's a gentleman. Oh, he now doubt loved stripping me down to my skin. I felt myself flush at the thought of where his eyes must have lingered. Nothing new for him to see of course but he, being a man, had to have enjoyed the sight.

"I wonder if you got hard?" I asked the air in a whisper.

Letting my hand drift under the sheet, I reached into the valley between my thighs and brushed my lips. No, neither wet, nor puffy-sore. He had not taken advantage of what lay before him. I gently rubbed next to my clit, a soft circle, as I pictured him. I pictured him as I saw him at the beach. Body hard, dusted with sand, skin kissed by the sun to a sexy tan. Those arms that had carried me to this bed. Those hands that had slipped my clothes from me. Those sexy eyes that I wished were here watching me. Watching me as I rubbed harder.

"Oh Tim. You didn't have to leave. You could have stayed, here, next to me. I would have been so nice for you this morning."

Lifting my hand to my mouth I smelled myself on my fingers as I licked the tips and returned to my clit. As I rubbed between my lips I let my other hand caress my nipples with satin.

I imagined what those soft lips would feel like if he was here. Kissing his way down to my clit. The slight bristle of his chin tickling when they crossed my belly. Then his nose pushing my lips apart.

With a moan I let a finger dip lower. I'm just beginning to get wet. I wished I was as I had once been. When I had gushed at the touch of fingers, lips, or tongues. Dozens of long ago lovers suddenly joined me in my orgasmic quest, but they all wore Tim's face. Their skilled bodies, carrying his spicy scent.

Moving one of my pillows, I rolled over on top of it and with two fingers inside me began to grind my cunt and thighs into the satin pillowcase. The top sheet fell away leaving me with my ass lewdly exposed to the air. But I didn't care. The air in my bedroom has seen me in far more compromising positions and never talked. Like a gloved hand the pillow case caresses my body under me as I grew more aggressive. Pillaging my very core trying, to not merely have an orgasm, but to demand it. No not one I want several, dozens... Hundreds.... THOUSANDS!

With a primal cry, I shuddered out my need. First once, then a second time far more strongly. I feel my fingers soaked now as my mind floods my thoughts with images of Tim. His body, his face, his cock. Not flaccid as it had been at the beach but hard and demanding more of me. I wanted to give it more, every inch it could take, and then I want to rock back onto it, giving it even one more deeper inch.

As I cried out a third time I thrust my ass back, wishing I was smacking into hot skin, not empty air.

My legs giving little twitches, I rolled off my satin lover and grabbed for the bottle of water. Panting, I sipped at it, wishing it was icy. It was at least wet. My head, up till then just a dull ache, was now pounding, but at the same time I could feel it receding. As I sat the bottle of water down, my phone rang.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Good morning," he said.

His voice was soft, almost as if he was afraid of waking me. I smiled and snuggled down into my sheets at the sound of him

"Good morning to you." I purred, still riding the last twitches of orgasm.

"How are you feeling this morning?" he asked.

"Naked." I said, knowing I had made him grin. "How did I get this way?"

He chuckled. "Oh, I have some idea?" His embarrassment hidden behind that chuckle. "I couldn't very well let you sleep in that sexy dress. Now could I?"

"Liar... you just wanted to see me naked again." I teased, even as I let my hand move back to my wet lips. Might as well enjoy his voice at least.

"True. Speaking of which, I have an offer to make." He gave his tongue a little click. "What are you doing for Saturday? It's Nude Day you know."

"Is it? Well, I'm dressed for it already. Oh ..." the word became a half moan I couldn't suppress. "I don't have plans. Why? What do you have in mind?"

"Susan? What are you doing?" he asked after a pause.

"Thinking of you," I told him as I pushed my finger back inside.

I was soaked.

* * * * * * *

Rex came running up the beach the moment I got out of my car. Smiling, I sent his Frisbee, flying towards him. He turned in mid-run and gave chase as it flew past him.

Tim, was walking towards me. Nude. My god what a sexy man.

"Good afternoon, my sexy lady. Head feeling any better?" he asked.

"Much. I don't keep hangovers for long. Now. About Saturday..." I paused trying to figure a way of saying this.

"Yes?"

"Are you out of your mind!" I asked.

He laughed. Bending down, he took the tooth-marked toy from Rex and sent it skipping off towards the waves. I watched the way his ass moved as he did that, with my bottom lip between my teeth.

"No. No, I don't think so." He spread out the towel from around his neck and, at his gesture we sat down. "You told me that, when you were younger, you used to do wild things. You also said that you wished you were still like that. Here is a great opportunity."

"Well, to begin with I was more than a little drunk. Both back when I used to do those wild things and last night when I told you that. Tim, I'm too old to be doing crazy stuff. I could break something and it would take forever to heal."

"You could trip going down your front steps and do that same thing. YOU keep saying you're old. Well, let me ask you this. How much longer do you have to do those crazy things? Ten years, twenty? This is the very time in your life when you should be doing everything you can. Everything you never got the opportunity to do or that there was not the time to do. What is there to be afraid of?"he asked.

"Dying."

He paused, took a breath and looked up.

"Okay, I'll admit that yes, people do die doing it. But, it's not even as dangerous as driving your car into traffic. There are more than three million jumps done a year here in the U.S. Out of that about nineteen people die. If you made one jump a year, your chances of dying are one in a hundred thousand. A car? It's one in six thousand for every ten thousand miles you drive a year."

"What if the parachute doesn't open?" I asked.

"There is a spare," he answered.

"What if it doesn't open?" I asked.

"The odds against that happening get really spectacular but well... people have lived from that happening. Their chutes slowed them just enough. I wont lie and tell you it would be pretty. It wouldn't. You simply have to weigh the risk verses the reward." He shrugged. Rex came walking back up, dropped his Frisbee by us and laid down, panting.

"What's the reward?" I asked after a moment. I absently ran my hand across Rex's wet fur. He looked back at me, his tongue lolling out.

"Being more alive than you have ever been. It doesn't feel like you're falling. It's more like standing in a wind tunnel, or in a hurricane. Then that chute deploys and you're hanging there looking down at the world between your feet. All of your life comes into perspective then. Your heart's pumping, your blood is filled with adrenaline. You're feeling everything with a sensitivity that is incredible." He paused, looking for the words.

"Sounds like an orgasm," I said.

He looked at me and smiled. Then he nodded.

"It's almost exactly like that," he said.

Looking out over the waves, I could not believe I was thinking about this.

"Why nude? I mean have you ever jumped nude?" I asked.

"Once," he said.

Looking over his body, I suddenly had the image of that lovely cock spinning like the propeller on a beanie hat. He lifted his eyebrow at my sudden giggly smile. I shook off that questioning look and tried to be serious. It was hard as that image kept coming back.

"Tim... I... I don't know."

"I understand. Just think about it." He stood up after a moment. Rex jumped up immediately, grabbing his Frisbee, ready to resume play. Tim held his hand down to me and helped me up. "Oh by the way, Susan."

"Yes?"

"This is a nude beach. You're overdressed." He grinned down at my two piece with the hip wrap of purple sheer. "Very overdressed."

As he ran off towards the surf, with Rex barking happily, I watched him. Then with some reluctance, I let my wrap fall away to the towel. Then my top, and finally my bottom piece. I knew, as I followed him down to the waves, that there was no doubt that even sober, I wanted this young man. Wanted him in my arms, in my bed, in me.

In my life?

What am I thinking? He's so much younger than me. Even if we had a few nights of fun I couldn't let it go beyond that. No matter how much I might like the idea of him always being there.

Would it take wine for me to make the first move?

Would he? He was the daring type.

Skydiving? Naked at that!

Had I the courage to...

* * * * * *

"One pill makes you larger..." I mumbled to myself as the plane climbed higher.

Not a good sign, I thought looking down at my shaking hand. When I'm singing "White Rabbit" my nerves are truly shot. Rubbing my hand on my bare leg, to chase out the chills, I looked around the cabin at the people. All professional skydiver, they are calm, relaxed, sitting with smiles of anticipation making them look like naughty school children. The lack of clothing doesn't help that image.

Looking over at Tim, I decided that it, in fact, made it worse. He was grinning and giddy looking. He caught my eyes and smiled.

"... a hookah smoking caterpillar... Has given..." I mumbled, as I rubbed at my chilled arms.

"What?" he asked, leaning forward.

"Nothing. Just singing to myself." I explained. Bringing my hands up I blew a warm breath between my fingers. "You should have told me it was going to be this cold. I would have worn a coat."

"We're almost there." He reached over and patted my knee. The touch felt electric, my skin was so hypersensitive right now. His hand stayed and rubbed some warmth into the knee. Then I felt his hand shake a little.

"Oh my god he's as nervous as I am!" flashed the thought through my suddenly panic-stricken mind. He might be all smiles and jokes with the other skydivers, but inside?

"It will be alight," said a female voice by my side.

I looked over to the other woman who was jumping with us, Janette. She was twenty years younger than me if a day, to judge by the effects of time on her body. She reached over and took my hand.

"The first one is always scary, but after that, it's just so much fun you'll do it again." She leaned in towards my ear. "It's just like your first cock, hun. After the scare of that first time it's a wonderful ride."

I smiled at her, nodding. She tightened her hand on mine and went to turn loose but I clutched at her fingers. She smiled and let me hold her hand. The presence of another woman was a comfortable anchor in this sea of testosterone and adrenaline soaked men. Naked men at that.

Not that I don't normally mind naked, testosterone soaked men. Excited naked men can be fun, but not when I'm shaking like a leaf, afraid I'm going to be sick, wishing I had gotten to pee before the plane took off, and doing my best to keep the butterflies in my stomach from mating.

"Five minutes from jump-mark," said the pilot over his shoulder. "Last checks."

I looked around as the others checked each other's gear, wishing I had something to do. Then soft hands were touching me. Turning towards Janette, I smiled at her as she ran her hands over my harness straps, checking the buckles and connections. She moved her hands quickly when her fingers accidentally brushed my nipple.

Then Tim was there. Behind me. I felt him tug at my harness and then there was a snap. Then several more. His breath was warm by the back of my neck. His hands slid along my sides.

"When the door opens it's going to be very noisy. Then there will be a signal from the pilot and people will start to go out. We go last because we're tandem jumping. Okay?"