0 comments/ 13946 views/ 0 favorites Beachcomber By: EricWylde After a brief, fitful sleep you lay naked and wide awake in your well appointed villa nestled on the beach of your island paradise. It had been a challenging few months of work and you had longed for your island hide-away; an opportunity to slow the pace and melt away the layers of stress that had accumulated since your last retreat. Sleep proved to be elusive and you opted for an early start on your tanning. You carefully examine your taut body in the full length mirror. The twinkle in your eye as your finger tips trail from your breasts to your sex reveals that you desire much more than simple rest from your tropical refuge. You prepare for your day with careful consideration. You are to be joined later in the week by a special friend, until then you are open to some new experiences and desire to turn heads at the beach and in the clubs. You select a black bikini that you laboured over choosing while preparing for your trip. It is a fabulous fit and accentuates your sensual body. You feel steeled and prepared for a relaxing day in the sun. As you apply your wrap and exit your villa, you are enveloped by the early morning heat. The blissful warmth has the effect of a soothing shower that removes the every-day stress that you have been chastened with as of late. You breathe deeply and feel the tingle of excitement as you push out to your special place on the beach. The vacation community swarms the local beach early in the day. On a previous visit, you discovered a private spot that offers a magnificent ocean frontage while providing a secluded sunning spot. As you claim your spot in the sun, your mind floats back to the day you discovered your tranquil oasis. It was a magical day that you often replay in your mind. That trip started with three full days of torrential rain and cold winds; not a great start to a much needed re-charging, as you recall. Finally, you are served up a glorious day of radiant sunshine and no wind to speak of. You venture out early, hoping to claim your piece of the local beach and make up for lost time. Your idea was clearly on the mind of all the vacationers, as the beach was wall to wall sun worshippers. With more than a little disappointment, you choose to explore the outreaches of the beach in the hope that you might find a little vacant sand to lay claim to and enjoy. As you traced the shoreline with your steps, the background of the beach began to rise into a massive rock wall that provided a dramatic separation from the previously rolling hills that enveloped the area. The shoreline was a shallow ribbon of sand mixed with rock; hardly appropriate for a days sun worshipping! As you push forward and round an outcropping of rock and sand you discover a secluded bowl that had been masterfully sculpted from the rock wall by the sure hand of the ocean. The sun centered the full majesty of it's warmth on the bowl. Confident that you had discovered your Shangri la, you unpack your beach necessities and begin to relax. The heat from the sun is intense as the rhythm of the waves quickly relaxes you and begins to erase the disappointment of the previous three days. You recognize the sound of approaching vacationers that must also have ventured forward looking for a ribbon of sand to enjoy. Their voices become clearer as they begin to encroach on your paradise. The voices seem so close, and as you rise to your knees you can see that the voices belong to a pair of beautiful young women. They are oblivious to your presence as you soon realize that the rock outcropping that wraps your position provides a perfect blind to the rest of the adjacent beach. The women select their spot and decamp. You immediately notice that they are very similar in appearance and age. Both are in their mid-twenties, shoulder length blonde hair and possess athletic bodies. "Nice" you think, a couple of young friends out enjoying the beach and sun. As though scripted, both women remove their bikini tops at precisely the same moment. You are uncomfortable, not because of the nudity (truth is you appreciate their taut frames and are more than a little turned on by the experience), as their knowledge of your presence might have elicited more conservative behaviour. As you prepare to lie back on your beach mat, their laughter draws your eyes to them. The taller of the two women is leaning back on her beach mat, propped up by her elbows, and is being straddled by her friend. The woman straddling her partner is sensually caressing her friend's breasts. Their lips meet in a warm embrace, as both women move to their knees, caressing each others breasts as they kiss passionately. They are truly beautiful young women with flawless bodies. You study their bodies as they remain locked in passionate embrace. There is a now obvious difference in height; the woman with the blue bikini bottom appeared to be several inches taller than her partner. The shorter of the two was wearing a black bikini bottom and appeared to be younger than her friend. As one of the partners lies back, the other straddles her hips. She leans down and, while caressing her partner's breasts, she deftly begins to lick and kiss her nipples. Her friend quietly moans and her head rolls back as her eyes close and she traces her lips with her tongue. You are enjoying the experience as your pussy is noticeably damp and your nipples are pressing hard against the material of your bikini top. Moving down her friend's body, she kisses her wet sex through her blue bikini bottom. Caressing her breasts with one hand, she gently moves the material of her partner's bikini bottom and inserts a finger into her very wet and waiting pussy. This action elicits a palpable moan from her lover, sending a tingle through your body. Her bikini bottom is removed, revealing her smooth sex to her partner. Gently, she fingers her partner's wet pussy and leans down to kiss her sex. Slowly, she begins to lick and kiss her sopping pussy. Her partner is moaning and she begins to run her fingers through her lover's hair, pulling her lover's face into her waiting pussy. This scene has your sex soaking and your nipples erect. Your right hand pushes aside your bikini bottom and is exploring your damp pussy, as your index finger locks on your swollen clit. You feverishly stimulate your clit as your gently squeeze and pinch your nipples. Your eyes search out the women and you immediately notice that the younger woman is stimulating her partner's sex with a vibrator. You curse yourself for not packing your toy with your beach essentials, an oversight you will not soon repeat! The older woman is enjoying the attention with immense pleasure, as her hips meet the thrusts of the sex toy. Her partner is kissing her neck and licking her nipples as she increases the pace with which she attacks her lover's pussy with the vibrator. She reaches a shuddering orgasm and moans with excitement. She turns her partner's sex towards her and the women are now pleasuring each others pussy. Their tongues are darting into their wet sex as they caress each other's breasts and nipples. You have removed your bikini bottoms and are openly stimulating your sopping wet sex. Your head rolls back and you close your eyes tight as you bring yourself to a cascading climax. Your orgasm sends electric energy to the core of your body, rendering your sex quivering and soaked. As you enjoy your shuddering climax, you note your friends have also reached orgasm and are quietly kissing and embracing. After awhile, they wade into the ocean naked and continue their kissing and fondling. You don your wet bikini bottom and quietly pack you beach bag. You leave your friends to their excitement and make your way back to your villa. As you recall the scene, you are very aware that your bikini bottoms are very damp and your nipples are erect. You desire a repeat experience of your first visit to your private beach. Alas, it is not to be. You spend the day tanning and relaxing in complete solitude. As the sun moves away from your private oasis you prepare to return to your villa. You look forward to a quiet dinner and a night of dancing. In a couple of days you will be joined by your special friend, your anticipation is building. Your first priority as you enter your villa is to enjoy a shower; rinsing off the sand and suntan lotion from your warm body. You enter the shower and the stream from the showerhead envelopes your pussy. You begin to visualize the scene with the two women and you are immediately aroused. Your right hand moves from your breasts to your wet pussy. You slowly begin to stimulate your pussy as the shower stream caresses your breasts. You feel two strong hands on the back of your shoulders and you are startled. You spin around to see the smiling face of your special friend in your shower, two days before his intended arrival. He begins to kiss your neck and caress your breasts, as his hand works down your body to your hips. He trails the finger tips of his left hand along your inner thigh, brushing against your sex, as you kiss. Slowly, turning you into the spray of the shower, he kisses your shoulders and your lower back. He begins to caress and gently pinch your nipples; you moan and press into his body. He gently moves down your body, kissing your warm, glistening skin. As he kisses your hips and bottom, he begins to work his left hand between your legs, lightly stroking the inside of your thighs and your waiting pussy. Gliding his index finger into your moist, pussy, he lingers on your clit as he kisses your hips. You reach back and run your fingers through his hair, your head is back and the warm water runs gently down your chest. Turning toward him, you hook your right leg around his waiting hips and grind your pussy against his cock. Your friend lifts your leg with his strong hand and gently places your leg on the edge of the tub, kissing your breasts and stomach as he works down towards your quivering pussy. He pulls your hips into his waiting mouth and you moan as his tongue enters your moist pussy. His hands are cupping your bottom as his tongue feverishly pleasures your pussy. Locking on your clit, he increases the speed with which his tongue explores your sex. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling his face deeper into your pussy. He responds by speeding the stimulation of your now sopping pussy. You are gently pinching your nipples and moaning as he licks and kisses your quivering sex. Kissing your glistening skin, he moves back up your body. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss and you reach down and stroke his cock. Slowly, you kiss his neck and chest as you move down towards his hips. You kiss and bite his nipples, as you trail your fingers down his arching back. You kiss and lick his stomach as you stroke his hard cock. Kneeling, you take his cock into your mouth, caressing his taut balls with your hand. Running your tongue along the shaft of his cock, his head rolls back and he close his eyes in pure enjoyment. Your mouth moves the length of his hard cock. You stroke his cock as you take his balls into your mouth. Stroking, licking and sucking his sex, he appears as though he will climax at any moment. He pulls you close and kisses your neck and lips. He wraps your left leg firmly around his hip and glides his cock into your moist, waiting pussy. He thrusts his cock into you as you kiss deeply. Your tongues explore as he caresses your breasts and continue to glide his cock into your moist sex. Braced against the shower wall, your rhythm is slow and deliberate. His hands pull your hips into his thrusts as he kisses your neck and ears. Your head rolls back as you moan and he increases his thrusts deep into your pussy. Your sex meets with each thrust, as you both approach the crescendo of an incredible climax. His thrusts are hard and fast, you moan and lock your fingernails into his strong shoulders. You both reach a shuddering orgasm as he shoots his hot load into your quivering sex. Your bodies quiver as you embrace, kissing and caressing as the orgasm overtake your bodies. You dress carefully for your evening out. You select your sexiest bra and panties, the kind that you know your friend loves. You choose a light cotton suit, in anticipation of a warm evening of dancing and excitement. The evening starts with a romantic meal at your favorite dining spot. Over drinks and a tantalizing array of local seafood, you update each other on the events of the past few days. Your friend shares in detail how he was able to move his schedule to be able to arrive a couple of days earlier than originally anticipated. You tell him how appreciative you are that he was able to get away earlier than planned, and promise that you will show him how much it is appreciated later that evening, all the while you are stroking his inner thigh under the cover of the tablecloth. You can feel his sex responding as you kiss his neck and run your index finger along the outline of his stiffening cock. As you prepare to head toy your favourite club, your friend advises that he needs to return to the villa to lead a conference call associated with his business interests. As a trade-off for his early arrival, he consented to lead this important call and promised to keep it as short as possible. You pull him to you, kissing him deeply and trailing your finger tips along his inner thigh, resting on his sex. You wish him luck and tell him to keep the call short and meet you at the club. Your eyes lock and you both have a sparkle of anticipation flashing in your eyes. Suitably confident that your partner will do all in his power to expedite his responsibility, you head to the club to await his arrival. As you enter the club, you notice that your favourite spot is busier than usual and the dance floor was jammed with patrons enjoying the rhythmic beat of the music that was thundering through the club. As you order a drink, you inventory the crowd and note that it was a very young crowd this evening. As you survey the people on the dance floor, you lock eyes with a beautiful young woman that is dancing very close and very sensually with a small group of beautiful women. You cannot help but think that you recognize this woman. Had you seen her earlier in the day, at the beach, at your resort, during a previous visit to the island? As you take in her radiant beauty you realize that she was the younger of the two women that you had observed the day that you discovered your private sunning spot. Your drink arrives and you exchange greetings with an acquaintance from your resort. Your eyes return to the dance floor and you search for the young woman. As you scan the dancing throng you cannot locate her. You turn to face the club entrance, anticipating the arrival of your special friend. You were looking forward to a night of dancing and then returning to your villa to completely enjoy your partner. You feel a hand gently caressing your back. You are expecting to see the smiling face of your friend as you turn to face the direction of the stroking hand. To your surprise, you are looking into the eyes of the young woman that you earlier spotted on the dance floor. She is truly beautiful, with shoulder length blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and full lips. She introduces herself as Erika and she places her left hand gently on your leg. She leans in and softly kisses you on the lips. This sends shock waves through your body as you close your eyes and place your hand on hers. She sits close to you and looks deep into your eyes. Erika explains that she remembers seeing you on the beach during her last visit to the island. She softly laughs and explains that she and her friend were aware that you were able to see them as they enjoyed each other that afternoon on the beach. Erika shares that they were very stimulated by your presence and even more so when they realized how turned on you became as you observed their love making. They were disappointed to find that you had left while they were in the ocean as they intended to invite you to join them for the rest of the evening. Erika invites you to the dance floor to enjoy the techno beat. As you dance, you both drink in each other, and it is clear that there is a deep attraction. Erika brushes her hand deftly and gently against your breasts and your inner thigh. She trails her finger tips along your leg and towards your sex. She can feel that your pussy is already wet and your eyes lock in anticipation as your bodies move to the rhythm. She pulls you to her and kisses your waiting mouth. Your tongues collide as Erika pulls your hand to her inner thigh. She glides your hand under her short skirt and you experience her sopping wet sex. She leans forward and whispers that she wants you and that it was time to enjoy each other completely. You explain that you are accompanied on the trip by your friend and you hoped that would not alter her Erika's interest. She smiles and says that would be even better. As you exit the club you ask the doorman to keep an eye out for your friend and ensure that he knew that you would be returning to the villa with a surprise for him. You hurry back to the villa in anticipation. Erika is behind you as you key the door open. You note that the villa is empty, and as you turn to face Erika, she pulls you into her and she kisses you deeply as the door closes. You take Erika by the hand, leading her into the bedroom. She unbuttons your blouse as she kisses your neck. You reach under her skirt and insert a finger into her moist pussy. She moans and kisses your breasts through your bra as she removes your blouse. You continue to stimulate her wet sex as she removes her top. Her breasts are beautiful. You lean into her and begin to lick and kiss her ample breasts, focusing on her nipples. You slide Erika's skirt down paste her hips, and the garment falls to the floor. You drink in her beauty as you back her onto the bed. You remove your bra and lower yourself down on to her. Your lips meet and you kiss passionately. You move down her taut and tanned body, kissing her neck, breasts and stomach. You run your tongue along the ridges of her hips as she moans and runs her fingers through your hair. You kiss her inner thighs and deftly lick her smooth sex. As you kiss her pussy, you are gently caressing her breasts. You plunge your tongue into her sex and Erika moans wildly, pulling your face into her sopping wet pussy. As you stimulate her clit, Erika twists and pinches her nipples as her head rolls back and she traces her lips with her tongue. As you slide a finger into her waiting pussy, you hear the front door of the villa opening, you continue flicking Erika's pussy with your tongue, with the knowledge that your friend has just arrived. You work Erika's clit with feverish focus. She responds loudly and enthusiastically, pulling your face and tongue deeper into her writhing pussy, meeting your darting tongue with her grinding hips as her back arches. As you look back you see your friend naked, stroking his hard cock in anticipation. He removes your pants and moves forward, kissing your wet pussy through your sexy black panties. As he removes your panties, he inserts his index finger into your sopping wet sex while he caresses your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples. He positions himself behind you, as he works another finger into your moist sex and rapidly brings you to full excitement. As you pleasure Erika, he glides his hard cock into your waiting pussy. He grinds his rock hard cock into your wet sex as he caresses your breasts and gently pinches your nipples. He begins to increase his rhythm as you do. Erika is nearing climax as his cock rapidly glides in and out of your quivering sex. As Erika climaxes and pulls your face into her sopping wet pussy, he reaches orgasm and delivers his hot load into your quivering pussy. You push hard against his cock and shudder as your orgasm overtakes you. Beachcomber The Beachcomber drifts across the sandy spit. Barefoot prints, plover-like, trace a zigzag path on the sand. She is waif-thin, in a frayed sundress that was once yellow. She does not fill the dress; there is room for the wind to luff and flap within. She steps gingerly over a pile of new-arrived debris. Hidden behind everyday sticks she finds a rounded piece. She kneels and pulls it from the grasp of the sand. It is a wooden Buddha. It is worn, the features almost erased by the sea. Around its neck, a small bell, which makes a small sound when it moves. She wonders how far it had come to meet her on this beach. The eyes still appear serene. They have seen the Path and behold it still. The rest has smoothed away, unneeded. Just the abstract of body and head, a Zen brushstroke. She wants only the bell, but it is firmly attached. She tugs. It resists. She shrugs, carries them both with her, the small bell tinkling brightly in the wind. The tide has finished its deliveries, is retreating from the rocks and pools. It does this twice each day, and she follows. It is never boring, never the same tide twice. It brings her offerings. She turns them over, looking. Some she keeps. One day it might bring her a thing she seeks. She hopes she knows it when it arrives. The wind curls through her mind. One grain at a time it picks away at memories, wears grooves in her thoughts. Like the tumbling droplets of spray, the thoughts follow those grooves to the same destinations, time after time. Farther up the beach, a figure sits. He has built a driftwood fire. The waves measure the moments he has spent there. The pile of wood measures the time he might remain. Her path takes her closer, in short shorebird excursions. The next brittlestar, the next jellyfish fragment, the next vacant sand dollar is more often closer to the fire than not. He watches her approach until she is too close to pretend not to see him. She stops and looks. Less than a stare, just an acknowledgement that he occupies a point on the beach in front of her. She holds indifference about herself as a cloak: There is a man-shape sitting by a fire-dance. Both have occurred many times before on her beach. Only the wind has anything to say at first. Then he speaks. "What did the waves bring today?" She holds out the statue. "Only this. It is not what I was looking for." "Don't look too hard for what's not there. You might miss what is." That breaks through the indifference, just a little. She sees a square face, kind, framed wind-blown in redbrown hair. He is broad, big handed. He sits with the stillness of a strong man, while the fire fidgets in front of him. He reaches out and takes the statue from her. He looks at it from several sides, stopping to look into the eyes for a time, as she had. "It came from Japan," he says. "The tsunami swept entire towns into the sea last year. The current carried the debris all the way here. Things started washing ashore this week." "The sea washes everything away," she says, looking past him at the waves. She seems to be looking at something not there. "It leaves other things in their place, like a magpie." "What are you looking for?" She wrinkles her forehead, thinking. "I ... don't remember. I think I will know when I see it." "Aren't you cold? That wind is chilly." "Yes ... I don't notice so much any more." "Come here and warm up." He indicates a place beside him. To his surprise, she instead sits on his lap. He puts his arms around her. "You're freezing! You'll catch your death out here!" She giggles. "No ... I won't." He unzips his jacket and folds it around her. Her skin is chill against his. She stands, hikes up her short dress, unconcerned that she wears nothing underneath. She straddles his lap facing him. He wraps the jacket around her again. "Do you live around here? How old are you?" "I forget ... I was eighteen once ... It seems so long ago." He is conscious of her body pressed against his chest. Stiff nipples are twin beacons touching him, though warning of shoals or promising harbor he cannot tell. He does not intend to react, but tides do not regard intention. "Why do you sit on the beach today?" she asks. She rocks back and forth on his lap, the moon to his tide. "My editor wants a short story set on the coast. I came down to get the feel of ocean, fill my head with the sounds of the waves and the seabirds and the scent of spray and kelp." "Do you have a story yet?" He indicates a notebook, weighted by a rock while the breeze fingers the corners of the pages. "Nothing yet." "Don't look too hard for what's not there. You might miss what is." "Very nice. May I use that?" "If you find it on the beach, you may take it." He has been hoping she would not notice his growing reef, though she is already aground on it. He starts as he feels her cold hands drawing him out of his pants. He had not felt her undoing the fastenings and sliding down the zipper. "I do not wish to take advantage of you." She shushes him. "You cannot. No one can." She lifts up and sighs down on his mast, holding him in her cold salty ocean. "You promised to warm me." Even here she is cold. She is wet and slippery and tightly welcoming, but cold. It is strangely exciting, adding an extra feeling to a familiar act. She moves with the waves. Each wave rolls in, unhurriedly, unstoppably. It builds in deep water, moving toward shore. It begins to curl over as it nears, toppling over itself, ending in a playful splash. It pulls sucking back, drawing everything out to sea to start again. Any piece of driftwood caught in the surf can only ride the storm. He runs his hands over her cool flanks. The dress is loose. Nothing stops his hands as they roam. Her hips and waist are narrow beneath his hands, her ribs a hilly terrain. As a wave draws back, he is able to move his hands to the front and cover her breasts. They curve very gently, hills that rise but little over the plain. He lets the nipples wander over the palms of his hands. He bends to kiss her, but she turns her head and looks out over his shoulder, detached. She continues to rock, slowly, in time with the waves. He is no stranger to this act, but always before it was faster, more urgent. Words like thrusting or pounding described it. This was new, this moving with the waves. They break slowly and regularly, three marking off a minute. Each breaks higher, a rising tide. She remains detached. Her head is on his shoulder. She wears a small vague smile, which he cannot see. Her eyes are fixed in the distance, though on what none can say. His tide finally crests. He feels an upwelling tumescence, the pull of the moon calling all creatures to the tidal pools of mother ocean. The waves of two storms move into phase to become one, double all previous ones. He pours his single-cell swimmers into her, warming her at last. He is spent, and dazed. She stands up, leaving him exposed, damp and glistening in the chill wind. She retrieves the buddha, and tugs at the bell. Mechanically, he takes it, pries the clasp open with a pocket knife. She takes the silver sounds in her hand and turns, leaving him with the wooden statue. She leaves, not looking back. Nor does the wind come when it is called. He feels an odd sense that he has lost something. She makes her way down the beach to her special place. Under the bluffs, there is a secluded sandy grotto, away from the wind. At the back, there is a narrow cave where she keeps her treasures. She will take the silver bell there. There is someone in her grotto. There are two lovers, entwined within a beach blanket. This is a well-hidden spot. No one has found it since a time ... a time she cannot remember clearly. She hides herself and watches. The lovers are kissing. They are still dressed, though the boy has a hand on the girl's breast. They are at that stage where they fumble tentatively, unsure what the other will let them do. It is clear enough to their watcher what each one wants. Shreds of promises to save the last step for marriage, tatters of questions of whether this is the right person, scraps of fear of what might happen nine months hence are submerging in the intoxication of scent and touch and desire. The time for calling halt, for setting boundaries, is nearly past. And now it passes, as the boy unbuttons the girl's shirt. His hand finds new territory to explore. A new expanse of warm skin unfolds between belt and bra, dimpled by the surprise of her navel in the center. He traces the line of her bra, hoping to disguise as caress the search for the secret latch to this unfamiliar harness. Impatient with his fumbling, she reaches up after his second circumnavigation and unsnaps the catch. It is a front snap, selected earlier in the day in case it might be needed. Emboldened by this active collaboration, he reaches inside to touch her breast for the first time. He receives the hand-filling revelation of soft roundness punctuated by the rubber nub of her nipple. He pushes shirt and blanket aside to watch this treasure crinkle and stiffen in the chill air. Among the rocks, the waifish girl watches. She raises a hand to her own breast, envying the more generous curves of the other. She has lain here like that once, hasn't she? Waiting in anticipation as another lowered his lips to her aching nipples, to lave them with a warm tongue in the cool breeze, as the boy was now doing? She could still feel the weight on her thighs, the increasingly urgent male and female movements. The face above her was not this baby-faced boy, however. It was older, perhaps, but shadowed. She could not see it clearly. On the blanket, the girl makes the final call. She reaches for the boy's zipper and lowers it. They have rounded second and are going all the way home. They now perform the charmingly awkward pas de deux of removing someone else's jeans for the first time. They have thrown off the blanket now and finish in the tableaux of girl reclining, breasts open to the sky, legs wanton, boy kneeling between as she reaches to cup his rampant desire. As the girl guides the boy home the waif closes her eyes, feeling adrift in time. She hears the girl cry out and feels herself the sharp tearing of the first thrust. Her lover had been shorter but thicker. She imagines that his intrusion had hurt more than this boy's. She hears murmurs of concern and reassurance from the beach blanket, but not her memory. Small motions ease the way, easing the pain into pleasure, then into delight. A rhythm is established, telegraphed from couple to watcher by the girl's small chirps of excitement. The waif sinks to her knees in the sand, overcome by the welcome assault. Is she linked to their minds and bodies or to her own memories? She topples onto her back, feeling the scratch of wiry chest hair on her breasts and sharp chin stubble against her cheek. It's over too soon. Most first times are. Skill and artistry can come later, to keep it fresh. For now it is all unbearably new, and that is sufficient. The couple reaches their completion, taking the waif with them. She falls cut-string limp, listening to their panting, feeling the fingers curl around her neck... But no, this does not end that way. They are talking, saying the things that all lovers say their first time. But the girl adds, "It was creepy. I felt like we were being watched the whole time. Wasn't Lilly Drake killed somewhere on this beach ten years ago?" The boy is sure that the killer hasn't been hanging around for ten years, waiting. "But they never found him, did they? I heard she had been meeting someone secretly. She wouldn't even tell her friends who it was. She had a locket. She said it had his name in it, but she never showed anyone and they never found it." The waif hears a silver sound. The small bell rolls in the wind. She picks it up to put with the rest of her treasures. She climbs to the small cave and squirms to the back. The sliver bell goes with the others, all small, all metal. She has coins, earrings, watches, and spoons. She hesitates. A memory is nudging her. She picks up each one and examines it. Then she sees one more glint, among the bones on the floor. She takes this piece outside, and places it near the cave. She pushes a rock, which clatters to the ground. The couple are startled. It appears that erosion has picked away the last bit of sand holding a rock from its downward journey, and it has joined a meeting of friends at the base of the bluff. Revealed behind it, they see a gleam. Naked, they scramble over the sand and stones to retrieve the piece of polished metal. "It's a locket! It says Lilly inside it. We should take it to the police." The boy inspects it. "I don't think so. Look at the other name. Jack Darrow." The girl looks blank. He amplifies, "Chief of Police Darrow. I think we should take this to Judge Harker. He'll know what to do." They return to their clothes, shaking the sand out before donning them. The waif walks away. The man is still sitting beside his fire. It is burning low now, and he has not moved to replenish it. The figure in the yellow dress reappears, and walks towards him, this time in a straight line. "Did you find what you were looking for?" he greets her. "I did. Thank you for your advice. Did you?" He looks her over. "I might have." "Let's go someplace warm. I'll tell you my story." He kicks sand over the embers, takes her hand and leads her towards the path. Her yellow dress flaps in the wind. By the time they reach the top of the dune, he holds an empty dress. He looks back, and sees only his footprints in the sand. He feels an odd sense that he has found something. He sits beside the trail, opens his notebook, and begins to write: The Beachcomber drifts across the sandy spit. Barefoot prints, plover-like, trace a zigzag path on the sand. She is waif-thin, in a frayed sundress that was once yellow. She does not fill the dress; there is room for the wind to luff and flap within... Beachcombing in France Beachcombing in France: While on vacation in South West France near the Spanish border I cycled to a beach at the remote end of a wide Mediterranean bay. Leaving the bike I walked the last four hundred yards or so along the shore to where nudists, both male and female, lay spread-eagled in the sun. I shed my shorts and strolled slowly along enjoying the view and very much aware of the warmth of the sun stimulating my cock. I passed the odd couple laying close together and touching, It was all very pleasant, but just when I was thinking that I was unlikely to see any action, my attention was caught by movement up at the back of the beach. I looked up the wide stretch of sand to where the beach ended, and close by the reeds and bushes and saw a couple. She was kneeling on all fours and her largish tits were swinging as he pushed into her from behind. As I walked towards them, my eyes fixed on her swaying boobs and prominent nipples, my cock grew and it felt to me as it had never been harder. They both smiled as I approached and when I knelt down upright on my knees, close by, I was able to enjoy an uninterrupted 'side on' view of them while they could see my highly visible erection. He pulled out and exaggerating his thrust, made sure I could see. He was obviously enjoying showing me what he was doing. She loved the extra attention and licked her lips as she watched me stroke my cock appreciatively. There was a pause for a few moments as a naked family approached and passed by. This caused me to pull up my knees and hide my raging erection. Meanwhile the guy just slid in tight behind her and held her close, his hands cupping her tits. (I could see from her face that she was feeling his cock still active inside her.) The little girl of the family looked at them as they walked by and tugged on her father's hand and whispered something to him. (he also looked towards them and I could have sworn I saw his cock twitch.) Once the family had passed, the guy began thrusting into her again. I moved closer to them, kneeling up, my cock sticking out hard as I stroked it in time with their movements and her gasps. I was also stimulated by the sound of skin slapping against skin and her eyes riveted to my cock. Eventually she sighed loudly and disengaging herself from his cock stumbled to her feet and pulled him towards the clearing in the reeds behind us. She then looked over her shoulder and smiled to me indicating that I should follow. When I got there he was taking her from behind again. She was standing and bent forward with her boobs and stiff nipples moving in response to each push. As I approached she reached forward and grasping my cock, fed it into her mouth..... oh! it felt lovely as she lashed it with her tongue and sucked on me. As she did this I reached down and grasped a tit in each hand. I could feel her hard nipples trapped between my fingers as I gently squeezed each breast in time with her sucks. As he thrust from behind, her lips moved along my cock and my balls occasionally rested on her chin before she sucked back. This relaxed 'face fucking' continued for about ten minutes with the guy and I thrusting from both ends. She seemed to love it and gently grazed my cock with her teeth until eventually I exploded in her mouth. When my limp cock slipped from her mouth cum trailed on her lips and down her front. She then took my cock and squeezing it between her tits milked me dry. Her guy watched us and stroked his cock. It was a glorious encounter that ended with us laying naked in the sun. But that is as far as it went. They spoke in French and I could not understand what was said, but took it to mean that if I had had 'protection,' we could have shared an even more intimate "three-some" It has to have to been my best beach experience. Beachcombing in Greece I was on the island of Corfu and it was about early evening by the time I began walking along to the dunes at the far end of the beach where people enjoy nude sunbathing. The real heat had gone out of the sun and most couples were coming off the sand along the shoreline to the little town. I particularly noticed one pair walking towards me who stopped about a hundred yards away and spread out their towels. As I approached them I was surprised and delighted when the fellow gestured for me to sit down, indicating a spot about 30 feet away. The girl seemed to be wearing only a short tee shirt but was lying on her front facing away from me. The bloke opened her legs wide and inserted his hand to where her fingers seemed to be already busy and started to pull himself off so I quickly shed my trunks and began to copy him. It was obvious that the girl was enjoying it, but at this point I couldn't be sure if she was aware that she was being watched, and when I saw her turn her head towards me I was worried that the show might end. Happy to say she looked at me and gave a broad smile then rolled over to grasp his cock with one hand while fingering herself with the other. I matched her stroke with him, then as I saw her gazing intently at my cock I quickened the pace to catch up with the furious flurry of her hand as it ploughed through the fair hair around her clit. This continued as she lowered her head and began to suck on his knob for fully ten minutes, then he raised her and allowed her to guide his penis into her. She pumped up and down fingering her clit as they fucked, after a while he withdrew and turned so that he could enter her from behind. I gestured for him to push up her tee shirt, which he did and unclipped a white bra which she then, looking at me, pulled aside to reveal a pair of honey toned boobs with ridged coral nipples. She mashed one with her hand while he massaged the other. All the time he was building up a steady stroke from the rear, both of them stared at my penis willing strength to my steadily firming hard on. Eventually he came. Whimpering with pleasure she rolled off and still with her gaze locked onto my cock, fingered her pussy and watched intently mouthing encouragement to me as I shot my load on the sand. We swam and after thanking them I said good bye, thinking this was the end of a very happy encounter. I'm pleased to say it was not, for the next night I made my way to the same spot to find that they had erected a windbreak that screened off view from all but one angle. I laid my towel, as previously about 30 foot away. What followed was a repeat performance of the previous day, that was, until I spotted someone walking along the beach and broke off to have a swim while they passed. Imagine my delight when, returning to watch the couple, they waved me over to join them indicating a spot just at the girl's feet. Spiros was, as I thought, Greek and so too was his lightly tanned blonde companion whom I'd taken to be English. In the circumstance lack of a common language posed no problem and as she leaned back and used her small hands to pull his large cock into her mouth so that it bulged against the inside of her cheek, Spiros nodded and I lowered my face towards her fanny. I inserted my tongue into her cunny, which smelled fresh off coconut sun oil and the sea. As I moved it faster and probed deeper she brought her hips up to meet me. She quickening the pace and undulating her body until with much thrashing and whimpers of pleasure, she came and a damp musky liquid spread over my face. I took my head away and as I straightened up my cock moved forward, it was immediately grasped by her small warm hand. She pulled on us both while we massaged her lightly tanned breasts and gently rubbed her firm pert nipples. For the second time I felt as hard as rock, and adding my hand to hers we increased the pace and I spurted a small fountain before them. They watched and smiled as each drop hit the sand. I did not see them again after that, for the next evening the winds blew strong across the beach and then I had to fly home. I have no way of knowing if they were local or themselves on holiday from the mainland. Of course I will go back there for my next holiday. As I left them Spiros had said, "bring your woman, we could have a party."