Tits Up

Tits.

Damn, I love them. One-half of the reason I'm walking out onto this clothing optional beach is for the tits. The other half is, of course, to get naked in the great outdoors. I've been doing this for years, or at least since my wife passed away.

At my age, I've never felt it necessary to remarry. I never promised to not do so, and I always changed subjects when my wife brought it up. As her disease progressed, nothing could have been further from my mind.

The one promise I did make to her was to move to the coast where we had planned to retire. We had stayed at several owner rentals and settled on a small condo building right on the beach for retirement. It's a nice-sized place where our kids can visit. It's also a money maker that I can rent out a few months of the year while I go visit the kids and grandkids.

So my typical year works out to my spending the hottest months here, then snowshoeing in the mountains around Christmas, either in Utah or New York. All in all, a pretty great way to live out my days.

This particular part of the coast is filled with small beach towns and bustling shopping areas. We found the perfect barrier island village a few years ago, and visited 2-3 times each summer. The waves are awesome on most days, and the population is limited by the size of the island. My surfing days are well behind me; my knees have made sure of that. But boogie boarding more than makes me happy, and there's a perfect beach just outside my condo complex.

What I discovered one day on an extended walk to the north end of the island was an eye-opener to say the least. I was well past the end of any paved roads or beach access points. Coming across a pile of driftwood which looked almost too perfect, I stopped to take a look.

While the pile appeared like it had been stacked like a bonfire, one piece of wood had some sort of lettering on it. It clearly had 'NUDE' carved into it.

There was literally no one in sight, so I just kept moving North up the beach. Little did I know how the driftwood mystery would be solved, but it made complete sense when it happened.

While rare, it was never surprising to find a topless woman near our condo beach. Past that bonfire however was a revelation. Totally naked people laying around every fifty yards or so. In the water were many more. It was quite the sight, and I found myself stripping out of my suit very quickly. Leaving my suit and sandals on some dry sand, I'm sure my lily white ass stood out amongst all the tanned bodies.

And not one person took notice. Except one couple.

"Hey!" I heard from behind me.

"Hello." I said, turning to see them waving at me.

"Come here."

"Okay?"

"We're not trying to freak you out, but you need some sunscreen if you're going to stay out much longer. Trust us, you won't be able to sit down for days. Here's some lotion for your white parts."

"Thanks. I didn't consider that." I replied while applying the sunscreen to my hands and then all over my ass and dick.

And off I went. That measure of kindness and the attitude of everyone on this part of the beach sold me. I had to make this an everyday thing if I could.

After a few weeks of walking there, I was able to jog for short periods of time, finally working up to consistent running as long as I stayed on the firm wet sand. The dry stuff wore me out quickly.

At the nude portion of the beach, I often ran after taking off my clothes. I also did lots of swimming, and then it dawned on me to get a bike for the short ride up to where the road ended and then down to the dunes with my boogie board.

In short time, I was in the best shape of my life, and completely tanned all over. My beach time was almost completely there, and it was always fun to check out the women. They showed up, in all shapes and sizes, and I really loved just hanging out in such a safe space.

I always kept to myself, and within respectful distance from others enjoying this portion of beach. That all changed one afternoon in a pay it forward moment.

First, the tits. They stood up. Seriously, straight up. With large aureolae on top, these tits were hard to miss. But, it was the visible act of defying gravity which caught my eye. And then the shape. It's almost like they were formed by those small buckets you see kids use on the beach to make castles of sand.

I stopped, and sat down within the norms of proper social distancing. And yet just close enough to really take in the vision of these amazingly constructed tits. And then.... inspiration.

Taking my sunscreen out of my bag, I got up and walked to her.

"Hello." I startled her.

"Hello?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, but I need to pay forward some invaluable advice I received several months ago when I discovered this place." It didn't even occur to me that I was naked.

"Okay?"

"Here is some sunscreen. You'll want to use it on the parts of your body that haven't seen sun like this. Trust me. Soon enough, you won't need it."

"Thanks." She replied, taking the lotion in a moment of deja vu.

"My name is Zoo. Go ahead and keep that if you'd like." I said, pointing at the bottle of sunscreen as she lathered up her tits and ass.

"I'm Bobbie. And thanks for the help."

I wandered back to my spot, picked up my boogie board, and ran into the waves. It was a perfect day and I stayed in the water for an extended session. During a break in the waves, I saw Bobbie stand. Her tits barely moved as she walked to my spot.

Waving at me, she dropped my sunscreen at my spot and then walked off. I didn't come to this beach to chase girls, and this was certainly no exception as I continued my enjoyment of the water. But, wow, what a change of scenery Bobbie provided.

After several more weeks of enjoying my daily trips north, the scenery returned. I was laying in the sun, blissfully dozing.

"Hello again." I heard from above me.

And there she was in all her glory. All tanned this time, with those perfectly formed tits fully on display.

"Welcome back."

"I don't want to sound too forward, but I have a few questions. I promise I'll leave you alone afterward."

"Not a problem." I replied, while sitting up. My manhood on display fazed neither of us, but I had to concentrate on Bobbie's face or her tits alone would have brought me to complete hardness.

Sitting down in front of me, I noticed ever so briefly that she was newly shaven between her legs. The slightly red skin around her slit was the dead giveaway.

"Have you ever seen anyone do crazy stuff out here?" Bobbie asked.

"No. I see people walk into the dunes for extra curricular stuff, but not a whole lot happens out here. Why do you ask?"

"I just have an exhibitionist streak. I found this beach online listed among the hidden unofficial nude beaches of America. And I came here for the safety of doing some things I can't imagine doing on regular beaches."

"Well, most everyone here keeps to themselves. The beach isn't patrolled by police or lifeguards, so it's typically just like today." I tell her as we look around.

"Hmmm." I can see Bobbie planning something in her head.

"You could always bring a clamshell tent for semi-privacy, I guess. What exactly are you wanting to do out here?"

"Let me ask you this: do you like my tits?"

"Your whole body is amazing, but yes, your tits are unlike any I've ever seen."

"In a good way?"

"Oh, yes, most definitely."

"Well, this didn't happen by mistake. I've worked hard on this look."

"I didn't know you could 'make' this happen." I now felt free to stare at her body.

"Let's just say I've been in training."

"Oh?"

"Let me ask another question: what did you think when you first saw me?"

"I thought you needed some sunscreen." I lied.

"Liar."

"Okay, the sunscreen was a reason to get closer, but you definitely needed it. I usually keep my distance from everyone here. You're the first person I've ever said more than 'hello' to. And that's the truth."

"Thanks. So about the crazy stuff..."

"Yes, back to it. I would say first and foremost you have to be comfortable out here, and know the boundaries. For example, I'm glad we're talking but I would have been equally glad to just see you on a regular basis if that's what you wanted. That's just how this particular beach works."

"Let's just say what I have in mind wouldn't go well on those nude beaches where everyone is playing volleyball."

Getting up, Bobbie's pussy was on full display. Fully engorged with blood, I could tell whatever she is planning is clearly turning her on. It's been a hot minute since I've seen a pussy this up close.

"I'd love to hear more." I tell her, breaking my stare to smile at her.

"Can you be here at this same time in two days?"

"Yes. I'm retired so I spend quite a bit of time here."

"Okay. Just promise me you'll tell me if I've gone too far."

"You got it." With that, I returned to dozing, or at least pretended to do so as Bobbie walked way.

It was obvious she has been out here a lot. But more than that, those tits are making me wonder how she achieved their perfect shape with 'help'. Maybe I should just enjoy the mystery.

Anyway, I'm busted by Bobbie in more ways than one. At her spot, she turns to wave at me. Just seeing those tits as she turned, in conjunction with just watching her ass gets the blood flowing to all the right places. I'm visibly hardened, at least where my dick is no longer laying down.

Bobbie takes a moment as she stops waving, smiles, and then lies down on her back. The view of her completely upturned breasts brings me to complete hardness, and I move onto my stomach as quickly as possible. Feeling safer a little later, I run into the water and cool off. Bobbie is gone when I return to my spot.

So caught up in my thoughts am I about what Bobbie has in mind that I totally forget to get my suit back on at the bonfire marker.

"I'll have to try this more often." I tell myself as I get my suit on a good hundred yards past the marker.

Little did I know but I was about to try something else on, as well. But first, the weather had alternative plans of sorts. A small weather system moved in the next night and brought an overcast day when Bobbie had asked to meet me at the beach. Even if she's not there, all is not lost; I love to run on the sand hardened by rain and surf. Following my training schedule, I head up the coastline on an extended run since the temps are so great. Just carrying water is all I'll need for this longer session.

As I always do, I contemplate life in all its glory. The sand is perfect and the waves are light. The storm has moved inland and some sun is peeking through in places out offshore. And then Bobbie comes to mind.

"Is this someone I would have sex with?" I hear myself talking. Not that it would be a bad thing, but I'm in my 60's and she's maybe half my age. Not that the math is bad, but it's also a strange emotion to consider after all my family has been through. My first conclusion is my sex life belongs to me, and it's none of their business. So, I'm not taking sex off the table. At least, not yet after considering we just met.

On my run, the beach is mostly deserted. Not surprising since the sun is still hiding, but the usual walkers and dedicated surfers are doing their thing. Past the marker, I spy a tent in the drying sand. Slowing down to a cool-down pace, I continue along the wet sand after doffing my shorts. Once I'm about even on the beach with the tent, I stop and stretch. With my naked ass facing the water, I can't see anything inside the tent so I decide to check it out.

It's actually a quite sizable tent. I could easily walk into it without bending over. 8 person at least by my estimation as I approach. The door is zipped, but the windows are open. At the first window, I'm stopped in my tracks.

Equally mesmerizing and surprising, Bobbie is on full display for my eyes. As I process what I'm seeing, many questions come to mind. There is no floor in this tent. Bobbie is laying on top of sand. She is spread-eagle, with hands and feet bound and anchored into the sand.

And then there's what I'm sure she has wondered about doing on this beach. On top of her tits are square plastic molds, and they are clearly held into place by some sort of motorized suction system. That same system is also attached to a cup on top of her pussy.

After I scan her body, our eyes lock. Bobbie is unable to say anything because her mouth is gagged. But, the lust in her eyes is undeniable as I watch her body. Bobbie's pussy is open and fully engorged with blood.

"May I enter?" I ask.

She nods in the affirmative. I enter and zip the door back up.

"You look amazing. Now I understand what you meant by 'training'. Do you mind if I watch?"

Another affirmative nod, and Bobbie closes her eyes. From there, she goes wherever all this 'training' has been taking her. After a few minutes, she opens her eyes and looks at my extremely hard cock.

"Do you want that gag out?"

A negative nod.

"Okay, just blink your eyes twice when you do. Now, can I touch you?"

Bobbie's eyes say it all. I can clearly see her needs as she again closes her eyes. I lightly touch her right cheek and her body jerks in surprise. Her eyes stay closed, so I trace my index finger around her face, touching her lips and nose.

From there, I move my hand down her chin and neck. Stopping between her breasts, I linger before continuing down her stomach and over to a thigh. Bobbie's body strains against the binding as I continue teasing her skin with my finger.

Looking up, I see Bobbie blinking. I gently remove the gag.

"Hey." I tell her.

"Hey."

"I like this."

"Well, I need you to do a few things, then we can talk. Okay?"

I nod in agreement.

After a few quick directions, I put the gag in her mouth and get to work. First, I ratchet up the suction on her tits using the manual pump. After that, I make short work of the tent. Bobbie wants it broken down, leaving her still attached to the anchors in the sand. The tent folds up easily soon it's just me standing alone with Bobbie laid out in the sand. The clouds start breaking apart in the sun's warmth and it's only a matter of time before the true sun worshippers return in all their glory.

For Bobbie's part, it's apparent she needs to cum, and her body responds appropriately to her needs. So enamored am I by this vision, I don't even bother to count the spasms overtaking Bobbie. After several minutes of catching her breath, Bobbie opens her eyes.

"Now for the hard part for you." She tells me.

"Nothing about this has been hard." I reply.

"Well, this might be. You need to walk away. Go for another run; go swimming; whatever. Just go."

"And what are you going to do?" I ask.

"A good magician never reveals their secrets. I should be gone when you get back."

"Will I see you again?" I'm worried this is some sort of weird goodbye.

"Of course, silly. I'll be back tomorrow. I just need to collect my stuff. Here, let me prove it to you. Take the suction cup off my breasts."

Doing so is a lot easier than I anticipated. The cups fit her perfectly, held in place by a flexible plastic lining the edge.

"Go ahead and touch them if you want. I kinda can't stop you."

A new surge of blood rushes to my cock as I touch Bobbie, lightly at first, then a little more firmly to get a good feel for her tits. They fit my hands almost too perfectly and they are definitely very real.

"I've never had anything done to them. Honest. I just work them with these suction cups to achieve this look. Do you like?"

"That is a rhetorical question I assume." I reply as I continue massaging the soft skin. Her nipple is squarely at attention at the top of her tit, and feels firm to my touch as I gently knead it between two fingers.

"I have questions, but they can wait. I'll see you later." I tell Bobbie as I stand, grab my gear and head back to my condo. I do take a quick look back at her after I've walked a few yards. She is definitely watching me.

I wave and continue walking. Away from a naked woman. Tied down in the sand. Those are words I never thought I would hear myself think, but here I am. My suit back on, I get into a cool down jog. I might be in my 60's, but this meat needs some beating.

After allowing myself to fantasize about Bobbie, it's time to consider my intentions from this point on. Again, my sex life is my business, but opening myself to the unknown is still uncomfortable. With that sorted out, I know what I must do.

My mind wakes me early the next day. I can sense my anticipation and don't fight it. As the sun rises, I'm on the beach, gear, book and drink in hand along with the usual crowd of walkers and beachcombers. The weekly trash pickup is also underway. It's a pristine start to the day.

Up on the nude beach, I set up my gear and water and get in some swimming in the light surf. The storm from yesterday is gone, as is any evidence of a woman tied into her own devices. It is all still very vivid. I dive into the book. It's either that, or go crazy looking for Bobbie.

My book is so good, I don't take note of any activity in the area. That all ends when a shadow comes across my body.

"Mind if I share some sand with you?" Bobbie asks. She is covered in a white shirt, her body highlighted by the sun behind her.

"As long as you don't mind being too close to a dirty old man, this spot is for you." I laugh.

Bobbie spreads out her towel and removes her shirt. Her perfectly tanned body is the welcome sight.

"The beach looks terrific today. Did the storm have this effect?" Bobbie asks as we survey the dozen or so people nearby. Somehow, I missed seeing them show up.

"Oh yeah, there was a storm of sorts that did this. I am officially in love with this piece of real estate."

"Do tell." Bobbie smiles back.

"You see, what was unleashed on this beach yesterday was mankind's perfect statement of trust and lust. I'm so glad I got to witness it."

Bobbie leans down and kisses me on the lips. Reality leaves my body as she sits down within a few inches of me.

"I placed a lot of trust in you yesterday, and you honored that." Bobbie tells me, looking out at the horizon.

"Of course. You looked amazing. What do you have planned next?"

"I'm not sure you want to know. Unless, of course, you do."

"I do have a few more questions if that's alright?" I'm ready to dive in.

"Like what?"

"Well, I'm in my sixties. Are you okay with that?" I want to get this first hurdle out of the way.

"I guess that depends. How old do you think I am?" Bobbie asks.

"I think you're in your early thirties, so that makes me twice as old as you."

"And if I'm actually 42? Would you still be asking?" Bobbie turns to face me.

"No way." I try to act cool. This could go well for me.

"Yep." With that, Bobbie lies down.

I lose sight of her body as Bobbie places her head close to mine. My solution: I roll over in place so I can lean up and look her in the eyes. The rest of her body is within my peripheral vision.

"I'm at a loss. And since I can't check your ID, would you like to make out? Your kiss left me wanting more."

Bobbie's lips bring me back to reality. As we kiss, I can hear the passion in her breath. Her nipples harden on top of her tits, and my cock hardens under me. After a few minutes, we come up for air.

"You kiss pretty good for a grandpa. I mean, you are a grandparent, aren't you?

"Yes. And, what's your status?"

"Single white female. Slightly deranged. Major exhibitionist with personally sadistic tendencies."

"Oh? Tell me more."

"I have a test for you, if you're up for it." Bobbie moves her body closer to me and pulls at her beach bag.

"I'm listening. Is this a make or break moment?" I'm curious.

"Not necessarily, maybe warmup is a better term." Bobbie replies, removing one cup for a breast and the accompanying pump.

"Something new?"

"Sorta. Your job is to attach this to my tit, and then apply the suction to it."

"I can do that."

"You can't stop. No matter what amount of pain I appear to be in."

"Why?" I ask.

"Because I want the pain to cause me to cum. You do your part, and I'll do the rest."

"Hand me the cup and pump." I direct.

Now on her side, facing me, Bobbie watches me get to work. I choose the left breast since it's not touching the sand. Placing the cup on her, I get to work on the suction. I don't want to seem too eager, so I take my time. Bobbie closes her eyes as the pressure slowly increases. Soon, the clear cup with filled with her breast and the suction is harder to increase, but I keep at it.

Her arms now above her head, Bobbie is slowly moving as the pressure mounts. I slow down the rhythm a bit, and only increase the suction every few seconds. Bobbie begins to move her body ever so slightly, then opens her eyes and looks deeply into mine. This is her moment.

"Thank you." She tells me.

"For what?"

"For this... l." With that, she loses herself in an orgasm

I've never seen, nor made, a women cum like this. She is moving, but just barely. Her eyes and mouth are open. Here on the beach, in the sun, among a small group of likewise naked people, Bobbie is orgasming. For me? For herself? It doesn't matter. I need more of this.

"I would really like a taste of what my hands enjoyed the other day." I tell Bobbie as she relaxes her body and looks at me.

"Of course. Maybe not too hard."

As I move my head close, Bobbie's left tit comes into focus and I remove the suction cup. I gently place my tongue on the enlarged nipple and swirl it around the aureola. Bobbie moans as I kiss her breast. Then, I fully open my mouth to surround as much of her tit as I can. Mimicking the suction cup, I bring my lips around her skin and suck ever so slightly.

The firmness of the skin is what hits my taste buds first. Holding my mouth in place, I enjoy every square millimeter of the skin I can taste. Bobbie is so firm, I don't even have to touch her with my hand. The breast stays in place as I move my head around to enjoy all of her delectable goodness.

"Suck it harder." Bobbie tells me as she pulls my head into her chest.

Not one to disobey, I pull her breast into my mouth. All the way in. She fits perfectly and I alternate breathing with heavy sucking. Bobbie lets go of my head, but I don't stop and I'm rewarded with the feeling of her body convulsions.

I don't know how she did it, but Bobbie has barely moved her body. As I come up for air, Bobbie falls onto her back. I quickly put her suction equipment back in the bag by her body and take in the sight of her next to me.

"Do I have to walk away again?" I ask.

"Yes... but only with me. It might be a hot minute before I can walk, though. Same goes for you it seems." Bobbie smiles at me as she wraps her left hand around my cock.

"Might be time to make a run for the cold water." I suggest.

"You go ahead. I'll shower when we get to your place."

"Ummm, I really like the sound of that. I'll be right back."

Of course, it's been decades since a woman has suggested going to my place. The excitement of the moment makes me get into the cool surf only briefly before heading back to Bobbie. Deep down, I think I'm afraid of losing her in this moment.

"What took you so long?" She asks upon my return.

"Let's just say the cold water will only work for so long, especially knowing you'll be in my shower at some point."

"Well, then we better get going."

Bobbie and I walk naked together, well past the beach marker.

"When do you usually get dressed?" Bobbie asks.

"Usually at the marker, but I've been pushing the limits lately. It's kinda exhilarating thinking about being seen on a regular beach. It hasn't happened. Yet."

"Okay, let's see how exhilarating this can get."

After seeing some movement in the distance, I pull my suit from my bag and get it on. Likewise, Bobbie digs into her bag, but pulls only a towel out. Draping it over her right arm, Bobbie is able to hold it in front of her body, hiding her nudity, at least from the front side.

It's not long before we approach a couple, walking in the opposite direction. We share smiles with the noticeable older couple, but no words. His eyes say it all, and we continue on. I'm pretty sure he'll turn in to verify what he thinks he saw, but neither Bobbie nor myself check and we confidently continue on our way.

Passing another couple, they barely make eye contact.

"Well, that was disappointing. They probably have no idea what they just missed. We'll just have to change things up a bit." Bobbie states.

"What do you have in mind?" I ask.

"How far to your building?"

"It's just up ahead."

"You have one job. When we turn to head into the complex, mistakenly take a step onto my towel. I'll do the rest."

"So I do act shocked, or just pretend to not see anything?" I'm curious what she has planned.

"Just continue walking like nothing happened, and I'll see what else I come up with."

"Let's do this..." I tell Bobbie what to do. I want to enjoy the view.

So, as we come close to the set of umbrellas owned by the complex, the number of people has proportionally increased. We begin our delicate turn toward the walkway leading to the building, and Bobbie lowers her towel ever so slightly. Just past the line of umbrellas, our little plan unfolds.

My right foot gets entangled in the towel, and Bobbie is forced to drop it. Still, I fall down into the sand and fully onto the towel. Bobbie doesn't miss a step and continues walking, now fully uncovered. Holding only her bag, she continues up the sand covered walk. Getting up and disentangled from the towel, I follow as slowly as I can muster.

Bobbie's ass gives me tunnel vision. All I can see is her completely naked body walking in the sand toward to my building. If there is anyone nearby, I'd be oblivious to them. What happens next doesn't help.

At the final entry gate to my complex is an outdoor shower. This is where beachgoers wash off all sand and saltwater before entering the pool area of the building. Bobbie pulls me under the cool water. I'm not sure it's physically possible, but her nipples get even harder.

"Are there any gate codes needed to get inside your building?" She asks.

"Not from here. It's a straight walk through the pool area to the elevator."

"Okay, here's what you do." Bobbie lays out her plan.

"You sure?" I reply after hearing her idea.

"You trust me?"

"Of course."

"Then, get going. This water isn't getting warmer."

With that, I leave Bobbie in the cascading water and head to my condo. Leaving her and just a towel seems crazy, but I'm game. As per her request, I walk as calmly as possible through the pool area. It's mostly deserted with just a few folks in the oversized hot tub. Surprisingly, the patios overlooking the coast seem empty.

I do cheat a bit once I enter the foyer area. Forgoing the elevator, I run up the six flights of stairs to my floor. Stumbling with my door code just once, I get inside the condo and strip down. Walking up to the sliding doors on my patio, I take a deep breath. I can see Bobbie still in the shower. She moves under the water in slow motion and I don't take my eyes off her as I open the doors.

Now oblivious to my own nudity, I step right to the patio fencing and continue watching her. After just a moment, she spies me up here, naked as promised. And then, the unexpected. Bobbie turns off the water and walks to the pool area. Her towel remains where I left it.

Just inside the gate, she stops and looks at me with a smile I can see from my perch. Wearing nothing but that smile, Bobbie walks up to the hot tub and stops at the edge. The people inside the warm bubbling water seem happy to see her, and I can hear some welcoming words as she steps in with them.

Looking out at the clear skies and water, I get lost in my thoughts as I often do while taking in the scenery of the coast. I'm quickly brought back to reality as I hear Bobbie trying to get my attention. Looking down, everyone in the hot tub is looking up at me. And there I stand, in all my glory. I wave back.

In unison, Bobbie and I begin to move. She gets out of the water and walks toward the building, presumably to the elevator. I move inside, only then considering the impression I must have just made upon some of our condo residents. Man, I hope they're just renting a unit and not permanent residents like myself.

There is one last hurdle for Bobbie, although I'm pretty sure this is the part she is really looking forward to exploring. I didn't tell her which unit I live in. She had to figure it out by the patio I was just standing on, completely naked at that.

As promised, I stand inside my condo at the door. After a few agonizing minutes, a soft knock hits my door. Not wanting to seem to eager, I wait for just a dramatic second, then pull the door open.

Bobbie runs into my arms, and we begin kissing. Letting the door close behind us, I scoop Bobbie into my arms and walk to the patio. There's two nice features to this patio: the primary suite, living room, and secondary bedroom have their own sliding door access to the patio. It's also an oversized patio big enough for a sitting area and dining set. The only drawback is a 6 foot section of wall that goes up the entire outside length of the building, and right in the middle of the patio. Apparently, it's a necessary architectural feature for engineering purposes. In all honesty, I got used to it pretty quickly and the million dollar view is what sold me on this place.

Anyway, on the patio, I take Bobbie directly to the wall and stand her up. Leaning over her, I continue kissing her.

"I want you to enjoy this place however you want. No strings attached." I tell her between kisses.

"This is amazing. I hope your neighbors don't mind a naked woman on your patio."

"I'm pretty sure they'll never notice you." I reply with a chuckle.

"Let's find out." Bobbie steps away from me.

Standing in front of the railing, Bobbie is quite the unexpected sight, at least up here from this perspective. She really doesn't even look down, just out at the waves below us. Peeking around the other side of the wall, I see the hot tub is empty. No one is in the pool, probably due to the late afternoon shadows taking over. The beach is another story.

Bobbie has a man with a metal detector stopped in his tracks. He continues sweeping the detector around while stealing glances up at Bobbie. The late afternoon light must illuminate her perfectly. Finally, he gives up all pretense and simply stares.

"The beach folks definitely enjoy the view." I tell Bobbie.

"Looks like I'm sending home some old man to a wife who is hopefully ready to play a little." Bobbie smiles at me.

"Speaking of old, do you mind if I enjoy you a little? Just stay right there if that's okay."

"What do you have in mind?" Bobbie asks.

"Just this." I say, pointing at my hardened cock.

With that, I keep eye contact with Bobbie as I stroke myself. Even I'm a bit surprised by how hard I am. No doubt everything that just happened as I replay it in my mind. From removing her towel, to watching her downstairs, to welcoming Bobbie into my condo, she has been unlike any woman I could ever imagine.

"So, you like?" Bobbie asks as she watches me.

"Very much so."

"I have to admit, you're fucking hot." Bobbie tells me.

Turning with her left side to the railing, Bobbie holds her left tit in her hand and squeezes. As I watch, her right hand moves ever so quickly down to her mound and she separates her legs. I continue to stroke myself, not too quickly because the sight of her is too much to end this all here.

With a few steps, Bobbie moves closer to the wall where I'm standing. Sitting down, she is able to fully spread her legs and opens herself for me. Laying back, left hand still working her breasts, Bobbie goes all in with her hand and begins pumping her fingers into her clearly glistening pussy.

"Come stand over me. I want your cum all over my pussy." Bobbie directs.

That's all it takes. I move between her legs, then aim my cock just in time to shoot my cum all over her. I have to admit, it was a lucky shot and I hit square on her right hand with my first burst. Turning her hand over, Bobbie rubs my juices all over her pussy as I shoot a few more strings of cum into her palm.

"One more request before I go. But only if you're up for it."

"I'm up for a lot." I reply as I watch Bobbie rub the cum all over her cunt.

"Then get on your knees between my legs and let me rub my hand all over your face."

Doing so, Bobbie is not kidding. She rubs the mixture of my cum and her juices all over my face.

"Now, rub your face all over my pussy, then come kiss me. I want to lick all of it off your face."

I waste absolutely no time in doing what she asks. I bend down and dutifully rub my face, from above my eyes to my chin in her pussy. She smells delicious and it's all I can do to not lick her. I know this has to happen quickly.

Moving up to kiss her, Bobbie grabs my shoulders at the same time and pulls me to her. My cock responds as I can feel the soft entrance of Bobbie's pussy at the top of my dick.

Bobbie commences licking me and I hold myself in place. Her mouth voraciously devours anything wet or sticky on my face. I can hear Bobbie moan in her breathing as she consumes our shared cum.

"One more thing." She whispers in my ear.

"Anything." I whisper back.

No words can describe the feeling as Bobbie wraps her legs around my ass and pulls her pussy onto my mostly erect cock. I hold my position, somewhat in a state of shock as she fucks me. I quickly join in and Bobbie's orgasm happens immediately and often I might add. Having just blown my own load, I'm hopeful my cock stays hard long enough to satisfy her. It's been awhile since I've had that thought.

Putting my right arm around her torso, I'm able to pull her up and more fully onto me. She continues riding me as I get comfortable on my knees. Now with both of my hands holding her up, I can bend and suck on her amazing tits. She continues cumming as I firmly suck one tit fully into my mouth, then come up for air and suck on the other. I alternate as quickly as I can and Bobbie's body continues to respond.

"Bite them." She somehow tells me.

With her left breast fully inside my mouth, I bite down around the base and really suck on her. Then I switch and do the same. Her tits are turning red as she continues gyrating on me.

"Oh my...... gawd!" With that, Bobbie falls limp, arms wrapped around my neck.

I get up, falling out of her in the process and bring her relaxed body to the nearest lounger. Laying her down, Bobbie's nudity is almost a second thought at this point. What I do realize is there is no way she could stop me from doing anything to her at this point. The sense of trust she has placed in me is almost overwhelming.

After a moment, I walk inside and grab a couple of waters and a large towel. I return and place the towel over Bobbie, then sit down on the patio floor nearest her face.

"I could watch you sleep all night." I whisper as I take a few drinks of the cold water.

"You could... could you?" I hear her say, eyes still closed. There is no hiding her smile, though.

"Yes."

"Good. That was an incredible day."

"Will you spend the night and we can plan some more adventures tomorrow?" Something else I thought I'd never say. But, here I am.

"Yes. Will you carry me to the bathroom for a bath?"

Getting up and bending over Bobbie's body, her tits are tantalizingly close to my mouth. I kiss one as I lift her entire body. Carrying her inside to the primary suite, I stand her up and begin filling the oversized tub.

The sun sets behind us and the room darkens. Anywhere else, anybody could simply look and see this stunning woman, in all her glory, standing near me as I prepare a bath for both of us. I leave the room dark, turning on the closet light to illuminate the area in a soft glow.

The tub beckons, and we both step in. Kissing Bobbie, we gently sit in the water. The warm water relaxes our muscles, and barely a word is spoken as we look each other in the eye.

"Oh dang, that towel is still outside." Bobbie tells me.

"It will be alright. We can get it in the morning."

"I'm thinking we'll both go get it... tonight. Dressed just like this."

"I like the sound of that. Let's go now, then come back to this tub." I tell Bobbie.

"Now, you're getting the hang of it."

With that, we dry off just enough to safely walk on the bathroom floor, then head to the door.

"You sure?" Bobbie asks.

"Yep. Never surer." I reply.

As if in a dream, the door opens and we both walk calmly down the outer hallway to the elevator. Not hearing any activity from either elevator, I push the button and we wait for one to arrive.

"When that door opens, there's no going back." Bobbie tells me.

The door does indeed open. The elevator is empty. We step inside.

"One last time...."

"Let's go." I cut her off.

The main floor button is pushed and our elevator descends. Suddenly, after a few floors, the familiar ding is heard. Are we stopping? My heart begins to race just a little, but then I realize I am standing next to an equally naked Bobbie.

"Whew. That was close." Bobbie tells me. The ding we heard was from the other elevator.

Our descent now complete, we wait for seems like an eternity for the elevator to level itself before opening the door. We can hear the other elevator descending.

"Okay, here's what we can do. We can go back up, or make a run for it." Bobbie says as the door opens.

We both know the other elevator is opening.

"Let's go for a walk." I reply.

And we do just that. Our backs are to the elevators when we hear the other one open. Bobbie steps behind me to follow. Her body will be the only one the other passengers see.

Not hearing anyone behind us, we walk down the side of the building and then to the walkway leading to the beach access and outdoor shower. The towel is still there.

As before, we calmly walk to it and lift it off the fence. It's long enough to wrap around both our bodies, and I give Bobbie a very personal and up close kiss.

"You are so much fun." She tells me.

"I think I've been corrupted." I reply.

We configure the towel around our waists so we can walk side by side. Bobbie remains topless, her hair gently cascades just across the top of her tits. I have got to be incredibly lucky to have this woman next to me.

"Let's go finish that bath." We both say in unison.

"Race ya!" Bobbie laughingly yells at me as she breaks free of the towel.

I have to drop the towel to run after her. Carrying it over my shoulder, we race up the stairs. She's simply too quick, even for my current shape, and Bobbie reaches the last stair just ahead of me.

Walking down the hallway, both out of breath, we continue back to my condo in the nude.

From the looks of things, I don't think this towel will ever be used again for its intended purpose. Upon reentry, we head to the tub. It's still warm, and we settle in to plan our next day at the beach.

Bobbie has no intention of going back to the nude beach tomorrow. Tomorrow is going to be a lot of fun.