1 comments/ 26128 views/ 1 favorites The Hidden Cove By: True North *If you're looking for a quick read, you might want to try another contest offering. This is one of those stories where, because you're not sure where it's going when you sit down to write, it meanders before coming back to a satisfying conclusion. In the newspaper business, some us would call it an epic as it features a lot of words. Hell, in a newspaper, it'd be a multi-part series. But if you're patient, and not in a hurry, read along and I hope you enjoy how it all turns out. This one's practically a novella. * It was late in the day, but Clayton Bean was sweating heavily as he made his way up the steep and seldom-travelled Cliff Trail. It was the first day of the holiday and he was going to take full advantage of it. With only a couple of weeks of freedom before he started some college courses, and with a job working late shifts at the Red Dog Bar in place, Clay planned to make the most of his days. Take today, for example. He was going to study photography after the holiday break and instructors at the college wanted to see photos that were much more than just mom and pop shots, or landscapes from the neighbourhood. And so Clayton had set himself a goal of getting some outstanding photos of the whales that called the waters around his island home. It was a little early in the season to be spotting whales, but after lunch, Clayton had stuffed food and some small binoculars in a pack and had decided to head up Cliff Trail. The top of the trail, he knew, was an ideal spot to see whales sounding offshore. Once he knew they were in the area, he'd try and identify a location where they were spending time and then try and talk the old man into letting him use the boat to get on the water and get photos that would result in work that stood out from other students. Clay was pretty sure other students in his classes wouldn't be able to match photos of porpoises and whales in their natural setting -- if he could find them and capture their images digitally. He thought he might as well take advantage of what his island had to offer. Three quarters of the way up the steep trail, he stopped to have a drink of water and he stuffed his t-shirt into a side pocket on his pack. Might as well catch the last few rays of sun while he was out, he thought. Hefting his pack again, he made his way to the top of the trail. The sun was starting its descent for the evening, gulls squawked as they rode the updrafts and out to sea, swells made their way into shore. A short while later, at the top, he sat on a rock and pulled the binoculars out of his pack. With the warm setting sun at his back, he began scanning the surface, hoping to catch sight of whales fairly close to shore. Carefully, he swept the binoculars back and forth across the water, hoping to catch sight of the large mammals, or blasts into the air as they surfaced to breath. After long minutes intently studying the surface, Clay was about to give up. He hadn't spotted anything and it looked like he'd have to keep watch again the next day. In the distance, though, he spotted a sailboat approaching from the east. Its white hull and sail caught the late sun, turning them a warm, golden hue. Having given up on spotting whales that evening, he focused on the sailboat as it made its way slowly inshore. It appeared there was just one person on deck, at the wheel, steering toward the tiny cove below Clay's lookout. As the boat neared, Clay could see a bare chested, bearded man sitting with his feet up in the cockpit, a light hand on the wheel and one holding a beer. The man appeared to be wearing, and he squinted as tried to make it out, a Santa hat of all things... As the boat continued toward shore, Clay reached into his pack for a sandwich and Coke, then went back to watching the sailboat. Man, he whispered to himself, she's a beauty, the kind of boat he dreamed of owning some day. Then it'd be just him and the sea, man, as he sailed around on freelance photography assignments to ports around the world. With his binoculars in one hand, he munched on his ham and cheese, which he held in the other. Below, he watched as the boat lost its way in the lee of the island, the sail stilling and the hull slowing further. As he watched, the man at the wheel got up and made his forward. Clay noticed that, besides the Santa hat, the man was buck naked. He chuckled to himself as the guy made his way to the bow and hoisted the anchor overboard. The anchor splashed into the clear water of the tiny cove and the man made his way back to the mast, where he lowered the sail and squared everything away. The boat was directly below him and had stopped close to shore, swinging on the anchor line to present the stern and her name, the Jo Joe. As Clay watched, the naked guy walked to the stern, cock hanging freely and no tan lines in sight. He must do that all the time, Clay thought to himself. Nice. The guy had a bit of a gut on him, some grey in his beard and his cock hung out of dark patch of pubic hair. At the stern, the man dumped some charcoal into a barbecue on a stand and bent to pick up a bottle. He sprayed fluid generously over the charcoal, then reached inside the door to the cabin. Stepping back to the barbecue, the man struck a match and tossed it in. The fluid ignited brightly and Clay heard a swoosh of it starting. He chuckled. "Look out, old man, don't want to burn off anything important." The guy sat back and picked up his beer, drinking it as the coals burned. Clay finished his sandwich and sipped his Coke. Still watching, the guy sat in the cockpit with his beer and called to someone below. Clay watched as a woman stepped out of the cabin below with a tray of food. As she stepped from the cabin door into the cockpit, Clay first noticed she had on a headband thing with goofy reindeer antlers sticking out. Then he noticed she was also naked, except for a red, white and green scarf. He set down his Coke to steady the binoculars with both hands. As he kept his view on the cockpit, he noticed the scarf hung between her large breasts. She had shoulder-length, mostly grey hair and, when she turned to offer the guy another beer, he saw she had a dark patch of pubic hair. "Not too bad," he mumbled as he watched them. Her body wasn't awesome like the porn babes he liked to watch on his computer, but big tits and no tan line either... The guy stood up and took a beer from her. He took the tray from her with his other hand and set them both by the barbecue. He turned back to her and, grabbing her scarf, pulled her close and kissed her. As Clay watched, they kissed and stood close to each other. The guy ran his hands over her back and grabbed her ass in his hands, pulling her really tight to him. She wrapped her arms around him and they kissed for a long time. When they pulled apart, Clay could see the guy had a hard-on now. He bent down and picked something off the tray and tossed it on the barbecue. The woman bent down to pick up a beer and Clay had a good view of her ass as she did so. She stood up and sipped her beer, stepping over to where the guy had picked up tongs to turn whatever it was he had on the barbecue. She bent to pick up his beer, another view of her ass, and handed it to him. Now the guy had tongs in one hand and a beer in the other and she stood close to him, sipping her beer. As Clay watched he couldn't believe it; she took his cock in her hand and started stroking him. She had her beer in one hand, and his cock in the other, slowly stroking as he worked the barbecue. They were talking as she stroked him. "Son of a bitch," muttered Clay. He'd never seen anything like it in real life. As he watched through the binoculars, his own cock stiffened in his shorts. The guy cooked as she stroked his cock and they both sipped beer and laughed about something. "Wow." After another few minutes, she let go of the guy's cock and sat down in the cockpit on a cushion. The guy took off whatever he was cooking, looked like shrimp skewers, Clay thought, but the light was getting dim. He sat beside the woman and they started eating and drinking their beer. Whatever they were eating, they were dipping it in something. The woman must have dripped some, because as Clay watched, the guy bent over and licked something off one of her breasts. Clay was now real hard in his shorts. He kept watching them as the sun set and the scene darkened as the island threw shadow over the cove. "Damn," he muttered. It was getting too dark to see anything. He could hear them laughing, especially the woman when she laughed, but he could barely see them now. He was about to put the binoculars back in his pack when suddenly, lights all over the boat's rigging went on. They'd put hundreds of LED Christmas lights all over and the whole boat was now alight with red, white and green lights. Clay picked up the binoculars again and looked once more at the cockpit. The guy had just stepped from the cabin below again, must have turned on the lights down there. He stood in the cabin doorway, arms on the roof, and looked up at the lights. The woman stood up and cheered and clapped her hands as she looked at them. She went to the barbecue and dumped the coals into the water, where they died out with a hiss and a plume of steam. With the Christmas lights on, Clay could see them again, although they looked green and red now. She stood across the cockpit from the guy; he still stood in the doorway to the cabin below. As Clay watched her, she took one end of the scarf in each hand and began moving it up and down, sliding it over her nipples and breasts as she looked at the guy. The guy watched as she moved the scarf on her tits and put a leg up on the cockpit seat, spreading her legs. Oh yeah, thought Clay as he watched her intently. This was good. Looking at the guy again, he could see his cock sticking out as he watched the woman. Who's wouldn't be? he thought. She stepped close to the guy, kissed him and ran her hands over his chest. She kept kissing him as she ran her hands down his body and took the guy's cock in her hand again. This time, she stroked him and cupped his balls as Clay watched. Breaking the kiss from his lips, she kissed his neck, then his chest and then, as she moved onto to her knees, kissed her way down his stomach. As Clay watched, feeling some pre-cum oozing from his own cock, she kissed the tip of the guy's cock. With a hand on each of the guy's thighs, Clay watched as she took his head into her mouth. "Holy shit," he muttered. He kept watching as the woman slid her mouth over the guy's cock, bobbing her head as she moved up and down his shaft. Clay stood up, unzipped and pulled his shorts and boxers down. He sat back down on his rock and, with the binoculars in one hand, started stroking himself as he watched her. Suddenly, though, she pulled her mouth off him. She stood up, kissed him and said something. Then, as Clay stroked himself, they went below to the boat's cabin. Suddenly, everything was dark as all the Christmas lights were turned off. Clay noticed a cabin light come on, though, then the cabin door closed. Clay put down the binoculars. Guess I better take off, he thought. He put the binoculars in his pack, guzzled down the Coke and shoved everything else in the pack. Then he stood up and, thinking of the woman with the guy's cock in her mouth, stroked himself until he came on the grass that grew around the rock. It was pretty dark now, he thought, but as he hefted his pack, he realized he had enough moonlight to make his way back down the trail. For a couple of days, Clay was busy with sleeping in and getting used to working the 5 p.m. to 1 a.m. shift at the Red Dog Bar. He did some serving, tended bar (good tips), checked out the hot women who were visiting the island for the holidays and cleaned up at close. A couple of times, his girlfriend Jenny dropped by to chat with him while he worked. Dressed in the tight white shorts he liked, Jenny was just as hot as the women who were visiting. He'd been up on the Cliff Trail a couple of times in the late morning; on one day the Jo Joe wasn't anchored in the cove, while on another, Josephine and Joe, as he decided their names were, had spent the day swimming and sunning on deck. They were naked the whole time Clay watched them, but nothing had happened, fuck-wise. He was a little disappointed. A couple of days after that, though, he climbed Cliff Trail in the rain. He had glimpsed the Jo Joe on his way up the trail, but, with warm rain falling heavily, he didn't expect to see much action. He was soaked when he got to the top, but found a tree he could shelter under. Through the heavy rain he could see that Josephine and Joe were on deck, but he couldn't see what they were doing. Under the tree, he decided not too much was falling on him, so he dug out his binoculars. He focused on the stern of the Jo Joe, which was facing him and a little closer in shore than before, and noticed she was registered in Halifax, Canada. Josephine and Joe were Canadians who must have escaped the cold weather up there, Clay decided. Good call. Although it was raining, it was bright out and with the binoculars, Clay could see the two of them. This time, Josephine was wearing the Santa hat -- and nothing else -- while Joe was naked except for some kind of hat with reindeer antlers on it. Josephine's ass was on the edge of the roof of the cabin above the door and she was leaning back on her elbows, while Joe was standing in the doorway. Joe's back and bare ass faced Clay, but his head was buried between Josephine's legs. As Clay watched, Joe was clearly busy with Josephine's pussy. It looked like he was licking her as she looked up and let the warm rain pour down on her body. "Nice," he muttered as he watched. Josephine had a foot on each of Joe's shoulders and was spread wide. Clay watched as Joe kept his head between her legs, but he was disappointed that Joe's head actually blocked his view. Every now and then, though, Joe would stop licking Josephine's pussy to kiss her thighs and Clay had a glimpse of her pubic hair once again. Covered by the rain, her body had a sheen to it. Standing under his tree and leaning back against it, Clay's cock was hard in his shorts again as he watched Joe enjoy Josephine's pussy. The lucky bastard, he thought, and wondered if Jenny would let him do that. He and Jenny had had sex, but it had been in the dark and was a little on the clumsy side as would be expected of young people relatively new to lovemaking. As he watched, Joe raised his head and it looked like he was talking to Josephine. She laughed, then reached with a hand to grab an antler on Joe's hat and pull him back to her pussy. Joe went back to work as she kept her grip on the antler and turned her face to the rain again. Clay decided to unzip and give his cock more room. After a few more moments, Clay was going to put the binoculars down so he could stroke himself better, but just then Josephine let go of Joe's antler and pushed him back with her feet. She sat up on the edge of the cabin and Joe put his arms around her and started sucking on her nipples. Clay stroked with one hand while holding his binoculars with the other. "Damn" Josephine held him by the antlers as Joe sucked and Clay could see him burying his head between her large breasts. Again, he head was back as she let the rain run down her face. Clay could she had a big smile on her face and he smiled too as he stroked himself. He couldn't see Joe's mouth because it was either full of nipple or nuzzling between her breasts. "God damn old folks," said Clay to himself. "They sure know how to have a good time. No wonder they're not up in Canada where it's snowing... couldn't do this good stuff there at Christmas time." Clay kept stroking as Josephine pushed Joe's head back and bent to kiss him long and slow. He just knew they were tonguing and it made him harder still. Then Josephine pushed Joe back and hopped down off the cabin roof. She took Joe by the hand and led him back to the boat's large wheel. She stepped behind him and pushed him front first against the wheel. Joe grabbed the wheel and leaned up against it, which pushed his cock between a couple of the spokes. Josephine then moved to the other side of the wheel and squatted in front of him. Clay saw her smile up at Joe, then she closed her mouth over his cock and took him in. Clay came again, spurting on the grass under the tree. With his cock dripping cum, Clay went back to watching the pair on the boat, both hands holding the binoculars. Joe's gut was pressing through the spokes a bit and his hands were wide on the wheel as he looked down at Josephine. "Damn that old fucker," Clay muttered again. "Fuckin' old guy with a beer gut and he's getting a blow job like that... Shit..." He watched for another couple of minutes, until Josephine pulled off Joe's member. He saw her wipe her mouth and look up at Joe. "And she swallows? God damn..." Josephine stood, Joe walked around from the wheel, and they went below again, leaving Clay to wonder if they went to a berth to fuck. He also couldn't help wondering how long it took Joe to be ready again; or did he take his turn by eating her out on a nice, comfy bed? He looked at his watch and realized it was time to head back to town and get to the Red Dog. Later that night, Clay was behind the bar. It was a Wednesday and it was a slow night. Really slow. He'd mixed a few cocktails, poured a few beers, checked out a couple of babes who were trolling for guys and listened to tunes on stereo behind the bar, where he could control it. He was bending down behind the bar to put in a new batch of CDs, when he heard, "Hey stranger." Jenny had dropped by the bar. "... haven't seen you for days," she said. "I went by your house the other day and your mom said you've been up Cliff Trail getting photos before you go to school. Get anything good?" Jenny was wearing a cute red Santa hat over her dark hair and Clay couldn't help but blush a bit as images of the action on the Jo Joe flooded into his brain. "Oh, hey babe. Yeah, scouting for whales, trying to find a good spot I could maybe take dad's boat out to get some porpoise shots... you know. I've been a little busy," he lied. Jenny bent over the bar to kiss him. "Well, I've missed you. I knew it would suck with you working evenings and me days. I've hardly seen you for the whole Christmas break." Jenny worked at the hospital between years of studying nursing. She thought getting day shifts would work out better for the two of them than the summer before, where she worked evenings and Clay worked days at a marine supply shop. "I know babe," he said, as she gave him that pout he liked so much. "But I'm making more money at this job, with tips and all." He didn't mention the side benefits of watching rich hotties and cougars work the bar while vacationing. "But you're off this weekend, right, and so am I. We'll spend the weekend at the beach." "I'd like that," she said, as she watched him at the beer tap. He was wearing one of the sleeveless shirts she liked to see him in... and the cutoff jeans and sandals. He looked like a typical island beach bum, she thought. Bleached blonde hair, good muscles, nice tan, great smile. She sighed. Oh well, at least he was her beach bum. And speaking of bum, she thought as she bent over the bar a bit to watch as he crouched down to get a bag of pretzels from a bottom shelf... Nice, no boxers that she could see. "I'm going to sit out on the patio," she said. "Can you bring me something yummy?" "Sure babe, I'll be right there." Clay watched as Jenny walked to the door and he sighed. Long legs, the tight white shorts he liked and a dark green tube top that showed a little nipple. And green, white and red. Hmmm. He didn't know if she chose those tops because of that, but damn. He thought back a couple of weeks to when he had those nipples in his mouth and sighed again. It kinda did suck working these shifts. The Hidden Cove Jenny went out and sat at a table where the setting sun shone on her. Clay mixed a Santa's Surprise, a drink the Red Dog made during the Christmas season -- Cuban rum, eggnog, a little whipped cream on top, a sprinkling of nutmeg and a candy cane to stir with. The surprise was the double shot of rum. He took the drink to her table and set it down in front of her, real close in front so his arm brushed a breast. She jumped a bit and laughed. "Naughty boy." If only, he thought, as he walked back inside to take an order of fish tacos to a couple of different tables. It had been too long since they'd been together. He served the taco platters, then parked himself behind the bar again. Daydreaming a bit, he watched Jenny as she sipped her drink, leaving a bit of the whipped cream on her upper lip. She was looking out at the sunset and stirred her drink slowly with the candy cane. As he watched, she put the cane in her mouth to suck the whipped cream off, then left it between her lips. Clay started as he paid more attention. With the candy cane between Jenny's lips, and the bit of whipped cream on her lip, it looked a little like she was... He thought back to Josephine in her Santa hat, crouched in front of Joe at the wheel. Damn. Jenny didn't stay late since she had to work earlier than usual the next morning. Before she left, she stepped behind the bar to give Clay a kiss. When their lips met, she pushed her tongue into his mouth to taste him and reached to touch him through his shorts. Breaking the kiss, she smiled at him. "I can't wait to see you again." Clay watched her walk out of the bar again, hips swaying, cheeks moving under the tight material of her shorts. She stopped in the doorway and blew him a kiss. His cock stirred. That night, Clay tossed and turned as images of Josephine sucking Joe's cock and Jenny sucking on her candy cane fought for prominence in his mind. When he woke up, he felt like he hadn't slept all night. The morning, though, was bright, sunny and already warm when he woke up at 10 a.m. No sign of rain. The house was quiet, everybody was gone. Clay wandered into the kitchen, made a cup of coffee and put together some toast and jam. As he munched his toast, he remembered Jenny saying she had to work earlier than usual. He reached into his boxers and absently fondled himself as he wondered when she'd be done at the hospital. After last night, he really wanted to see her again, get her clothes off and... his mind wandered again to the Jo Joe. With a few hours free before he had to head to the Red Dog, Clay collected his camera gear, including a long telephoto lens and a light tripod. He'd decided to head up Cliff Trail again; see if anything was going on in the good light today, maybe even see if whales were in the cover or patrolling outside it. Yeah, right, he thought. An hour and a half later, Clay was at the top of the Cliff Trail, looking down to where the Jo Joe tugged at her anchor line. Nobody was in sight, so Clay pulled out his small binoculars again and swept the surface of the water in the cove, out through the entrance to it and beyond to the sea. Nothing. Anywhere. He sighed. Sweat was running down Clay's back as the sun rose and shone down. Yesterday's rain made for high humidity; he could almost feel it coming out of the ground around him. He pulled a Coke out of his pack and pounded it back, then ducked under a tree for some shade. Leaning back against its trunk, he dozed off in the heat. Clay woke up to music. Groggy, he shook the sleep from his head and looked around. Oh yeah, Cliff Trail. The music continued and he looked around for its source. His ears drew his gaze to the Jo Joe, where the two of them were on deck again. Clay picked up his binoculars for a look. Joe, who actually had sunglasses and shorts on for a change, along with his Santa hat, had a portable stereo with him and he was loading CDs into it. Tunes blasted out over the water and up to Clay's perch. Music chosen, Joe reached into a cooler and pulled out a beer as Clay watched. He sat on a cockpit seat and let the sun beat down on him. A couple of minutes later, Josephine stepped onto the deck from the cabin door. She was completely naked, no scarf, no goofy hat and carrying a tray with a few items on it. "Lunch time," no doubt, Clay muttered. With Josephine naked, he decided to pull out his camera. He set up the light tripod, attached a camera body to it, then pulled out his 600 mm telephoto lens and fixed it to the camera. He had the tripod set low so he could sit behind it and use the viewfinder. As he focused, his view of the scene snapped into detail. Josephine set the tray she was carrying down and picked up a wine glass full of red. She looked all around as the sun beat down on her. Clay had an even better look at her now. Her hair was grayish, although it must have been red at one time. Her breasts were large and sagged a bit, but they were nice and full and her nipples were erect, Clay noticed. "Horny again, Josephine?" As she stepped to the stereo, Clay could see her pubic hair was trimmed and that there was no sign of a tan line. Her pubic hair was a pretty dark red. She was little heavy in the hips and around the middle, but she was naked... Suddenly, Clay realized he was watching through his camera. He began taking shots of Josephine as she stepped to the stereo and changed the music from Joe's rock to quieter, folk tunes. Clay photographed her; full body, her face, complete with mirror sunglasses, zoomed in on her breasts and close cropped on her pubic area. He smiled to himself. "Hi Josephine. Nice to see you better." She bent to pick something up off the tray, a jar or something, it looked like. She handed it to Joe, who put down his beer and stepped close to her. Clay took a few shots as he reached into the jar with his fingers. With one hand, he reached to Josephine's chin and tipped her head up. Then, with the other hand, he reached to her neck and spread something on her. Sun block? wondered Clay. He zoomed in tight on Josephine's neck. Joe was putting something red on her. Clay clicked away. As watched and took photos, Joe smeared what Clay now saw was body paint on Josephine's body. With the red paint, he went from her neck down to a breast, below that across her belly and down one of her legs, leaving a red swath over her body. Clay took more photos as Joe stepped behind Josephine and mirrored his paint scheme on her backside; up one leg, across one cheek, up her back and to her neck. He then reached for a rag and wiped the red off. He then bent for another jar and stepped in front of her again. This time, Joe spread white paint on the other side of Josephine's neck, worked it into her other breast, across her belly and down her other leg, before repeating it from behind. When Joe again reached to wipe off the white paint on the rag, Josephine said something to him and he stopped, then stood in front of her again. She squatted in front of him and reached to unbutton his shorts and pull his zipper down. Clay followed with his lens as his cock stirred in his own shorts. Josephine began easing Joe's shorts down and even from where Clay was he could hear her laugh as she bared his cock. Joe had wrapped red, white and green ribbon and a bow around his cock. As Josephine eased his shorts down his legs, his cock pointed at her, the head adorned with the bow. Nice touch, thought Clay; and red, white and green again. Joe kicked his shorts away and Josephine appeared to eye his handiwork as Clay continued taking photos. She undid the ribbons, which now fluttered in a breeze, then pulled the bow away. Uncut like me, Clay noticed. Atta boy. Make that, atta old fart. As Clay knew she would, Josephine took Joe's un-bowed cock into her mouth as he clicked away, getting the kind of photos he was always jealous of porn photographers for being able to get. His own cock was hard in his shorts as he sat at the tripod. Suddenly, from behind him on the trail, he heard his name called. "Clay... Clay, are you up here?" It was Jenny. "Fuck," Clay cursed. "Why is she here?" He jumped to his feet, unsure of what to do. Obviously, she knew he was up here. "Shit, shit, shit." "Clay...," she called. "I thought you'd be up..." Clay stepped out from behind the shade tree he'd been sitting under at this tripod. "Jenny," he said, sheepishly. "What are you doing up here?" Jenny was wearing light blue short shorts and a white bikini top. She walked toward him. "Well, I started real early this morning and got off work early, so I thought you'd be up here and I'd..." Jenny stopped speaking and looked at the bulge in Clay's shorts. Confused, Jenny's eyes moved from the bulge of Clay's cock in his shorts to his eyes. "What are you doing up here, Clay? What, exactly? I came all the way up here just to see you." Jenny went to step by him and Clay moved slightly in front of her. "I'm just getting some photos, Jenny. You know, for school after Christmas. It's a great spot above this cove and, uh, there's a really nice boat down below." Jenny took a step past him and saw the camera, lens and tripod, all aimed at the Jo Joe. "There are a lot of boats like that around here, Clay. It doesn't look that special." She looked from the boat to his pack of gear. Seeing his binoculars, she picked them up. "Hey, I was just about ready to take off, wanna walk back with me, Jenny?" said Clay, weakly. "Then we could have a beer at the Red Dog before I start." His cock had softened in a flush of embarrassment. Jenny said nothing, but put the binoculars to her eyes and focused on the Jo Joe. "Oh," she said quietly, looking at the boat. Clay waited. "Don't let me interrupt your taking pictures of 'the boat'," Clay, she said without looking at him. "I didn't mean to come up here and interrupt what you were doing. I can see now it's important." Clay hoped Josephine and Joe had gone below on the Jo Joe, but as he looked at Jenny, he knew that wasn't the case. She just stood there, her back stiff, looking at the boat through his binoculars, without saying anything. His mind raced for something suitable to say. "I think I've got enough shots, we can take off, Jenny. Then we can have a beer, hey?" Silence as she watched the boat. Clay strained to look past her at what was happening, but couldn't see from where he stood. "Sit down, Clay," she said, without taking the binoculars from her eyes. "Take some pictures, by all means." "Nah, really, I was pretty much done with those boat pictures," he said with a lame chuckle. "Like you said, there are other boats around here like it." "Oh, Clay, I doubt there are many other boats quite like this one. Sit down and take some pictures. Please do." Clay was torn. He could tell Jenny was mad, but he didn't know if he should just pack up his stuff and leave... But then what would she do? He took a step toward her and looked down at the boat. Now he could see that Joe and Josephine were on deck; of course they would be. He then shrugged and sat down at the tripod. He looked up at Jenny who was still looking through the binoculars toward the Jo Joe. Putting his eye to the viewfinder, Clay saw that Joe had finished putting the body paint on Josephine and she was no longer blowing him. She was now covered in red, white and green paint that looked like some kind of weird Christmas camouflage. Clay groaned to himself. A red, white and green Josephine was now on all fours in the cockpit and Joe was behind her, fucking her doggy style, Santa hat in place. Clay watched, unsure of what he should say to Jenny, who stood motionless a few feet away. "Pictures, Clay, don't forget to take your pictures," she said. "That's what you came up here for, right? Go ahead." Clay could think of nothing to say, so he adjusted the lens until the pair were filling the viewfinder and he began clicking away, like Jenny said to do. Josephine was looking back at Joe over a shoulder and her large breasts were hanging like large fruit, moving with the rhythm of Joe fucking her as she bucked back against him. He had his hands on her red and white ass to hold her and was happily fucking away, unaware of the awkwardness taking place above the Jo Joe. Clay took more photos as Joe continued fucking Josephine and then he stopped, pulling her tight against him, and Clay knew he was cumming inside her as he and Jenny watched. He took a few more photos as Joe looked up into the sun and stayed inside Josephine, who was now hanging her head and looking back between her legs. Her breasts were still and Clay could see they were both breathing hard. He quit taking photos. "Jenny..." he said, looking up. But she was gone. She'd put down the binoculars and quietly left while Clay was photographing the fucking on the boat. "Shit, shit, shit." He lied back in the grass, looking up at the blue sky. "Well," he said aloud, "that couldn't possibly have gone much worse. You've fucked up big-time this time, Bean. God damn horny old folks." But he knew there was nobody to blame but himself. He took a last look through the viewfinder to see Josephine and Joe lying in the sun, sipping their beer and wine again and holding hands. "Well, at least they're having a good holiday. I imagine mine's now shot to shit." Clay packed up his gear and headed for town and another shift at the Red Dog. As he walked, he tried to imagine giving Jenny some kind of explanation, other than that he was a perv, of course. But he couldn't think of anything. Luckily, that night, Thursday, was busy and Clay didn't have much time to ponder what he was going to do about Jenny. A cruise ship had pulled into port and the Red Dog was hopping. All kinds of rich assholes were drinking themselves stupid, when they should have been paying attention to their women, Clay thought. Still, the tips were pouring in and he had a lot of cleavage to look at while he worked. Babes and cougars from about 30 to 50 seemed to be everywhere, and a couple of them had been checking him out. If he hadn't been so preoccupied with an explanation for Jenny, he could have got lucky without much problem. He slept in on Friday, still fretting about what would happen next with Jenny. He really had the hots for her, and had for years. They hadn't fucked a lot, and it wasn't like Josephine and Joe -- it was usually in the dark and over pretty quick with neither of them being real good at it - but he didn't want to give up Jenny or the sex. Friday night was crazy at the bar as usual, as tourists drank it up and kept the money pouring into the till. The Red Dog was packed with sweaty drunk people, men and women, and as Clay handed a cougar a Santa's Surprise and checked out the cleavage between what he assumed were man-made tits, Hank yelled that there a phone call for him. He took the phone just as a reggae band started cranking up and he could barely hear anything. "Hello," he kind of yelled into the phone. "Clay?" said Jenny at the other end. "Can you hear me?" Surprised, Clay said, "yeah, it's crazy in here and the band's just starting, but I can hear you." "Well, tomorrow's Saturday," said Jenny. "I know. I have the day off." He couldn't believe she was calling him after what had happened. "So do I. You said we could spend the day at the beach. Do you still want to? Or are you going to be too busy?" Clay wasn't exactly sure what she meant by too busy, but he figured she couldn't be too mad at him if she'd called. "No, I'm not going to be busy. With anything. We should hit the beach, it's supposed to be a great day tomorrow." "Good," she said. "I'll pick you up at noon. I'll bring lunch. Wear something seasonal, it's only two days to Christmas, you know." He was about to ask what that would be, but Jenny had hung up. Clay stared at the silent phone for a second. Weird, he thought, but at least she called. On Saturday, Clay slept in after working late at the bar. When he rolled over to look at the clock, it said 11 a.m. Crap, he had to get ready. He rolled out of bed and hit the shower, taking a lot hot blast to clear his head. Jenny would pick him up in an hour and he needed to get ready. He remembered she said wear something seasonal, though he had no idea what. His sister had an elf hat, but he thought that might be too much like what Joe was wearing when Jenny saw him and Josephine on the boat. Better not to remind her of that, he thought. But what, what would be seasonal? For a moment, he thought of the ribbons and bow Joe had worn on his cock, but he quickly dismissed that idea. He pulled on his hacked off jean shorts, grabbed a sleeveless red shirt and stepped into his sandals. Then he looked around the house for something 'seasonal'. His mom had all kinds of Christmas crap around, but what would Jenny like, he wondered. In the end, he grabbed his black baseball cap and stuck some green bows on the brim. He took some thin gold ribbon and wrapped it around his shell necklace, then went to the Christmas tree, pulled off some gold garland and pulled it through the belt loops on his shorts. Finally, he went to his room and got the wrapped present he'd picked out for Jenny. He hoped, man, he really hoped, she'd like what he'd got her. Jenny wasn't big on stuff, he knew, so he'd bought a couple of goats for a village in Africa in her name. He'd wrapped up a small card and the official notice that she'd provided animals for a village in a little envelope with gold foil paper. He really hoped she'd like it. He tucked it under his hat. Right at noon, Jenny drove up in her old Jeep and honked outside. Clay pulled on his shades and waved as he walked to the Jeep. Looking in the back, he noticed a big picnic basket. Jumping in, he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "How are ya, babe?" "I'm fine, thanks. Glad you weren't busy with anything today." She let out the clutch, pulled away from Clay's home and drove out onto the main road. "I thought we'd head to Baker Beach, there's likely nobody there today." "Sounds good," he said, and watched as she pushed a CD into the stereo. Christmas carols immediately filled the air. As Jenny drove, Clay looked over at her. She had her Santa hat on again and was wearing some kind of sari dress or something with a belt around it, not the hotter top and shorts she usually wore. Clay thought that wasn't a good sign, although he could still see nipples, so no bra. The only thing bare were her arms and it was like she was trying to show a minimum of skin. Ah well, he thought, this could be a shitty day. "Hey," he said over the wind coming around the Jeep's windshield and carols. You look good. I like that Santa hat." As soon as he said that, he wished he hadn't, thinking again of Joe wearing one while he banged Josephine doggy style on the boat. "Thanks," she said, looking over at him. "I see you at least tried." He looked back at her, but couldn't see anything behind her mirror shades. Baker Beach was about 20 minutes away and they pretty much drove in silence, except for commenting on the occasional house that had lights or decorations on it. Still, thought Clay, the sun was shining, the air coming into the Jeep was warm, Jenny looked good and no doubt had some goodies in her picnic basket. The beach parking lot was empty as Jenny had predicted. Baker was a good spot, one that locals knew about and not many tourists knew about. Likely, thought Clay, everybody he knew was likely home getting ready for Christmas morning. Whatever. The two of them on the beach was cool, as long as it didn't get awkward. Clay grabbed the basket out of the back of the Jeep and Jenny took a blanket off the seat. On the way down the path to the beach, he offered his hand and she took it, which was a better sign, he thought. They walked in silence, with gulls squawking above them and the sound of waves breaking on the beach. At the beach, Jenny tugged Clay along the shore and around a jut of rock to a nice spot that had the sun behind them and overlooked another little cove. The Hidden Cove Jenny spread out the blanket as Clay put down the picnic basket. Then he stretched out as Jenny kneeled down and opened the basket. Inside, she had white wine, a couple of actual crystal glasses, some kind of salad and, Clay was surprised, some turkey. There was also some pumpkin pie. Sweet, he thought. He opened and poured the wine as Jenny prepared a plate for each of them. Then they sat and ate while looking out at the ocean. Gulls, of course, showed up and strutted around, hoping they'd toss some morsels to them. Clay tossed a couple of small rocks at them, which sent them winging noisily out of range. "Don't," said Jenny. "They're just doing what comes natural to them." "I know," said Clay. "I just get tired of them showing up wherever I am and whenever I get out something to eat." "Did they show up at the top of Cliff Trail?" she asked. Oh, oh, thought Clay as he bit into a turkey leg, here we go... "Yeah, about that. I can explain. You see..." "I'm sorry," she interrupted. "I shouldn't have brought that up. You don't have to explain anything to me. I know you like porn, I've seen it on your computer and that was just like it. I've seen some porn too, you know. Not with you, but Karen has some videos and I've seen some of them. And I guess I'm not surprised it was turning you on, it was pretty... erotic." Nice, thought Clay, a little surprised, it looked like she wasn't going to hold his peeping against him. "Still," he said, "if I knew you were going to come up there, I..." "No really, it's okay. It's not gross or anything, I guess I was just a little surprised." Jenny turned back to the basket and put some pumpkin pie on plates. "Here, I made this myself." Clay was feeling somewhat relieved and he dug into Jenny's pie. "It's great," he mumbled through a mouthful. He washed it down with some wine; they didn't go too well together. He noticed Jenny wasn't drinking wine with her pie. "Oh, I almost forgot, I've got something for you." He pulled off his hat and handed her the small foil-wrapped envelope. "Oh Clay, I didn't buy you anything." "That's okay, I kinda didn't buy you anything either. You'll see. And besides, you put this whole picnic together, which is awesome." Jenny carefully unwrapped the envelope and opened it. She opened the card and read it. She looked at him then, took off her sunglasses and said, "Clay, it's perfect. It's exactly the kind of gift I like. Something that matters." She leaned over and kissed him. Then kissed him again, pushing him back onto the blanket. She snuggled into his arms and they lay for a time, the sun beating down and the gulls back and complaining there were no leftovers for them. "This is nice," she whispered into his ear. "Really nice." "It sure is," he whispered back and ran a hand over her bum, feeling her through the thin material of her dress. She sat up then, picked up her glass and sipped her wine again to finish. Clay lay back and looked up at her, wondering what she was thinking. He'd finished his wine and wished she'd brought more. He could feel things getting awkward. She looked out at the ocean. "Clay..." "Yeah?" "You know those pictures you took? Of that boat?" Oh shit, he thought, talk about awkward. Now we're going back there. This'll be a lecture, no doubt. "Um, yeah. Like I said, I can explain..." "Have you looked at them? Since you took them, I mean?" "Well no, I've been really busy at work and stuff and... Well, they're all still in my camera. I haven't done anything with them." "I see." Silence then. "Did you think that woman was hot? She looked rather old for you." "Well... I..." Oh shit, he though, now we're going beyond awkward. "It's okay," she said. "I saw the effect it had on you. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with it..." Sure you're not, thought Clay. "Look, Jenny... I just happened to be going there. I was actually looking for whales. I didn't know anything like that was going to happen. How could I have," he said, getting defensive. "I believe you. Really. It was just weird to find you there." There was silence again. Clay had no idea what to say and Jenny wasn't saying anything. Time dragged and he thought it was better, though awkward, to say nothing at all. Jenny started putting the picnic things back in the basket. Then she sat looking out at the ocean again. Then she turned to him. "Clay, you know I said I didn't buy you anything?" He looked up at her. "Yeah, but you made this whole cool picnic for us and drove here on your gas. That's cool." She looked at him through her mirrored sunglasses. "That's true." Then she stood up and looked down at him. She held out her hand and he got up to take it, thinking the picnic was likely over now. Jenny looked at him. "I said I didn't buy you anything." "I know," he said, still holding her hand. She took a breath. "But, as a Christmas present, you can unwrap me, if you'd like." "What? What do you mean?" "I mean, you can unwrap me. Here. Now." She stepped close and stood on her toes to kiss him. He bent to kiss her back, smelling the perfume she always wore. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, surprising him. He pulled back a bit, but couldn't see past her sunglasses. He gently tipped the sunglasses up. "What do you mean, unwrap you?" She reached up and took his sunglasses off and tossed them onto the picnic basket. She tossed her there, too. Then she stepped back from him. "I mean," she gestured at the belt around her waist, "you can unwrap me for Christmas. If you'd like to." Clay looked around. Nobody in sight. "Are you serious? Here? Now?" "Clayton Bean, I just said, here... now." She smiled at him and waited, putting her hands behind her back. Clay gulped. Of course he'd like that, but he half suspected this was a trick of some kind. "Well, sure Jenny. Of course I'd like to... It's just..." "Just what Clay?" She stepped close to him and ran her hands up under his shirt, feeling the firm muscles of his chest. She began easing his shirt up and he raised his arms as she did so. She tossed it onto the basket as well, then bent to kiss his chest. She looked up into his eyes, then bent and licked one of his nipples, which sent a shock through him. She ran her hands over his chest and belly, then moved them to the waist of his shorts. She looked up at him and smiled. "Or, I could unwrap you." Clay looked down to where her hands had a hold on his shorts. He looked at her and could only nod. Jenny looked down and undid the button on his shorts. Then she took his zipper in hand, noting the bulge already forming in his shorts. Clay looked at her as she examined his crotch. He could feel himself hardening and was a little embarrassed. But Jenny didn't stop. She slowly pulled his zipper down and then, surprising him, reached inside and took hold of him. She looked up at him again. "No undies. I like that." That did it. With her fingers wrapped around him in the confines of his shorts, Clay knew she meant business and wasn't just giving him a hard time. She'd given him fantastic handjobs in the past. Well, he thought, it actually was a 'hard' time... She let go of him and stepped back. She laughed now. "Clay, I want you to unwrap me. It'll be Christmas if you don't get moving." He looked around the empty beach and cove, then looked at her. "You're sure?" "Sure, I'm sure. Unwrap me." With his cock now fully hard and sticking out of his shorts, Clay stepped to her and kissed her as he reached for her belt buckle. He fumbled a bit with it, then tossed it aside. He reached down to grab a handful of the dress material to pull it up, but Jenny whispered, "there are ties in the back." As he let go of the dress, she spun around so her back was to him. Her long, dark hair hung down her back from under the Santa hat and he moved it aside to see three ties. He undid the ties, then parted the back of her dress. His eyes widened as he saw that under the dress her skin was red, white and green... Like Josephine's had been. He stopped, surprised, and she spun around again, laughing. "Do you like it?" ""Sure, it looks cool," is all he managed. "I thought you might like it," she said with a smile. Looking him in the eyes, she pulled the top down, baring her breasts. The she shrugged the loose fitting dress off. It fell to her feet. Clay stared at her. Except for the bare arms he'd seen and from her knees down, Jenny had painted herself red, white and green. "Wow." He ran his eyes over her, one full, firm breast was red, the other white. Each leg was a different colour and what wasn't red and white was green. The only other parts not painted were her trimmed bush of dark pubic hair, which Clay had not seen in bright light before, and small areas around her nipples. She looked at him running his eyes over her, his cock hanging out of his shorts. She saw him looking at her nipples and said, "I knew you'd want to taste them. I didn't paint them, just in case the paint tasted bad." She smiled up at him. Clay bent over and gently licked each of her nipples. She sucked in her breath as he did, and he could feel them firming up to his tongue. He straightened and kissed her deeply, his hands on her hips. Their tongues entwined and they tasted each other's mouth. As they kissed, Jenny pushed his shorts further down and they dropped to the blanket. As they kissed, she took him in hand and squeezed gently as the other touched his balls. Clay gasped a bit as she touched him. He broke the kiss and looked down between them where she was handling him. He closed his eyes as she stroked him gently. "Wow." "Mmmm... I know," she whispered, looking down and stroking him. She pushed his foreskin back, then pulled so it covered his head... then repeated slowly. Clay kept his hands on her hips and watched her. Suddenly, from a distance, there was a fairly loud noise like a car door slamming. Jenny stopped, his cock in her hand, and they both looked all around. Seeing nothing, they laughed. "Whew," said Clay, "I'd hate to have this stop." "Me too," she whispered. They looked around the beach and cove a little longer. They saw nobody. Jenny let go him and stepped a way a bit. She put her arms over her head and slowly turned around a couple of times, giving Clay a bit of a red, white and green show. "You missed a little in back," he said, chuckling. "It's hard to reach back there. I did the best I could." "Your best is fantastic." As she slowly revolved in front of him, he again shot a look around the beach. Still deserted. Excellent, he thought. As she turned away from him, he wrapped his arms around her and looked down at her breasts, red and white as he'd never seen them. He reached around and took one in each hand, fondling and lightly pinching her nipples. She moaned. He pressed his cock against her and she felt his warmth against her, above her cheeks. She took his hands, stopping him. "No going there," she said quietly. He nuzzled into her neck. They'd only ever fucked in the missionary position. "I don't want to go there," he whispered in her ear. "But I do want to fuck you." She reached behind her to touch his cock again. She liked the feel of his cock, so hard and yet so soft. And warm. She turned and raised her head to him. "I want that too." She squirmed around in his arms so his cock was pressed against her belly, feeling his warmth there. Clay looked down at her. Her eyes were bright and he reached down to take a cheek in each hand and squeeze. They kissed and she pushed her hips back so she could take his cock in her hand again. Their tongues entwined once again as she stroked him and he fondled her cheeks, her breasts pressed against him. As they kissed and Jenny stroked him, she could feel some pre-cum on her fingers. She smiled into his kiss and almost laughed with pleasure. Clay broke the kiss. "What's funny?" She looked up at him. "Nothing's funny, I just like the feel of you." She squeezed him. "And I like that I can turn you on like you are now." "Are you kidding? You'll always be able to turn me on." She had moved back a bit from him and as he looked down at her, he placed a hand on each coloured breast, feeling their weight and fondling her, her nipples pressing against his palms. Then there was a still moment. Jenny's nipples pressed into Clay's palms and she held his cock still in her hand. They kissed for long moments and in the back of his mind, Clay wondered if she was wet enough. They broke the kiss, each of them a little out of breath. Each had their hands full and Clay smiled at her. "Do you want to?" he asked quietly. Jenny nodded and looked up into his eyes. "Yes. I do want to. But there's something I want to do first." "What's that?" he whispered again. "I want to taste you." Clay almost came right then. They'd never done anything oral, though he'd always wanted to. And now Jenny was suggesting it. Here at the beach. He couldn't believe it. "Are you sure?" "No, I'm not sure. But I think I'd like to try it." "I don't know what to say," he said. "You don't have to say anything. I know you want me to." "Well, yeah... But..." "Shhh." She pushed away from him and looked down at his cock as it pointed at her. His foreskin was back and his head looked purple. A drip of pre-cum glistened on the tip. She wondered how it would taste. Clay looked at the red, white and green camouflaged hotness of her and smiled. He could see she was trying to make up her mind. "Do you want me to lie down?" She shook her head, looked up at him and smiled. "I haven't done this before." He smiled back. "You don't have to..." "I know." But Jenny had now made up her mind. Looking at Clay's cock, she dropped down onto her knees and he held his breath as she did. She put a hand on each of his thighs and looked at his cock. It looked bigger up close, she thought. She'd never seen it in bright light, only in the dim light of one of their bedrooms. From this angle, she could see his peehole and the drip on the tip. Clay looked down at her and watched her examine his cock. Wow, he thought. It looked this was going to happen. He tensed. Holding still, with his cock pointed toward her face. He didn't want to do anything to spoil the moment. Then Jenny closed her eyes, leaned forward and licked the tip, tasting his pre-cum as she did, then moved back. She heard Clay's sharp intake of breath when she touched her tongue to him and she looked up at him. He smiled at her, but didn't say anything. She looked at his cock again, closed her eyes and leaned to lick the tip again, letting her tongue linger a little longer, tasting him. A little salty. She pulled back to look at his cock again. She could feel his thigh muscles quivering and she looked up at him again to see him smiling down, watching her. Closing her eyes again, she leaned forward again and licked the underside of his head. She felt the heat of him against her tongue, tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum and felt the curves of his head. Keeping her eyes closed, she licked around his head, lapping up the pre-cum and feeling him with her tongue. Clay stood absolutely still, looking down at her as she licked him. Holy shit, he thought, this is unreal. Her tongue seemed to be like fire on him. He put his hands on his hips and looked around the beach for a moment, still nobody around. Jenny licked the head of his cock for some moments, then pulled back again. She looked up at him. "Is that okay?" "Okay? Damn, babe, that is fuckin' awesome." She smiled up at him again, then turned her gaze back to his cock. It would fit in her mouth, she knew, but did she want it to? She decided that, yes, she thought she did. She moved her head to each side, studying the veins, the bulge of his head and his hairy balls, which looked really taut. God, she thought, it was beautiful. Looking at his cock straight on again, she made up her mind. She closed her eyes and slowly moved her mouth to him. As Clay looked down, thrilled, she opened her mouth a bit and felt his cock against her lips. She opened wider and slid her lips around his head, holding him between her lips. Above her, Clay moaned as he watched her. Her hands still on Clay's thighs to steady herself, Jenny moved her head back and forth like she'd seen the women do in Karen's porn videos; moving her lips back on forth on the head. Then she popped off him to look again. She liked that sound and giggled. Then she wrapped her lips around his head once again. Clay fought the urge to close his eyes, it felt so good. Instead, he just had to look down at Jenny, the head of his cock between her lips, and was downright amazed at what was happening. As she moved back and forth on his head, the tassle of her Santa hat moved as well, and a tiny bell on it tinkled. "Mmmm," Jenny moaned onto him and it sent a shock wave through him. She sucked a little harder, tasting the saltiness again. Then she opened wider still and took him deeper into her mouth. As her lips moved down his shaft, though, she was struck by a gag reflex as his cock went deeper and she quickly pulled off. She coughed a bit and gagged a little. She looked up at Clay, then stood up and put her arms around his neck as his went around her. "I think that's enough," she whispered into his ear. "For this time." "No problem, babe. That was unreal," he whispered back. He hugged her tightly to him. "Did you like it?" She nodded, her head on his chest. Her arms around his neck, her breasts were pressed tightly against him and he moved his hands back to her cheeks, fondling them as they quietly stood there. His cock hard against her, Clay whispered, "let's fuck." Again, she nodded. "Lie down," he said. She pulled away from him a bit and looked at him. "Not like that," she whispered. "Like they did it on the boat." Then she pushed away from him, turned and got down on her hands and knees on the blanket. She looked up and back at Clay who looked at her, one cheek red, the other white, facing him. Like on the boat... He sank to his knees behind her and ran his hands over her bum. She looked back at him. Taking his cock in hand, he looked at her. "Ready?" She nodded. Clay then pressed his cock to her lips and she gasped and pushed back. He eased into her, then put a hand on each hip and pushed into her body. God, it felt great, he thought. Looking down, he began fucking her, watching as his cock moved in and out of her. Jenny closed her eyes and felt him moving in and out of her, slowly, filling her as her lips stretched around him. She moaned and moved against him. Clay moaned as well and, as the sun beat down on them, they fucked. There. On the beach. In the middle of the day. Clay bent to each side as they fucked, watching first a red breast, then a white one, moving with their rhythm. As he bent to the side again to see the red breast, Jenny looked back at him. "A little faster? I'm almost ready." Clay straightened and held her hips tightly, looking at the red, white and green skin below. He was about ready to cum too and was so glad was Jenny was on the pill. He moved more quickly now, in and out of her pussy, feeling wetness on his strained balls which touched her when he was all the way in. In and out, Clay moved quickly now and Jenny was moving with him under his hands, meeting his thrusts with motions of her own. In and out. Sun shining. Balls touching. Moaning. Smiling. Lips stretched. Cock wet with juices. Pressure building... Finally, as Jenny pushed back hard against him and moaned loudly, Clay pushed in as deep as he possibly could and held there, his balls touching her, and came in a blast that shook him, shook them both. He gushed into her and he could feel spasms going through Jenny as she squeezed him with her pussy. They came together. Sweat ran down Clay's chest and he saw it drip onto her red and white bum. The Hidden Cove Jenny collapsed onto her forearms, her face on the blanket, and moaned. "Mmmm. God..." Clay pulled out of her and flopped down on his back beside her. He looked at her and smiled. "I know. That was un-fucking-believable babe." She collapsed against him and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. The sun blasted into his eyes, but he didn't care. He was so fucking happy... Jenny raised herself on one elbow and reached for their sunglasses. She put hers on, then slid Clay's on. Looking down at his cock, she pulled off her Santa hat and placed it over him. "Can't have anything important getting sunburned, can we?" They laughed and she snuggled up against him again, whispering. "Merry early Christmas."