3 comments/ 86814 views/ 5 favorites On the Beach Ch. 01 By: Kathi Bill leaned against the balcony railing and looked out over the Atlantic Ocean. He had picked up the key to the condo at the rental office and driven the few blocks to the "Verandas" condominium building in a driving rain. The parking garage was full of families preparing to spend a week at Myrtle Beach, S. C. and one of the elevators was not working forcing him to wait with his one little bag while parents tried to keep their excited kids under control until their turn on the elevator. Thanks to one of those kids who pushed every button, the elevator stopped at every floor until he was the only one left when the doors opened on the eighth floor. The key fit and he walked in and surveyed the condo. The place looked and smelled clean and he dropped his bag on the living room sofa on his way to the balcony overlooking the ocean. "This will do just fine," he said to no one as he sniffed the salt air. He was high enough to still hear the sound of the surf but too high to hear most of the screaming and yelling coming from the people playing on the sandy beach and running in and out of the surf. Directly below him was a pool area complete with a spa and what they called a lazy river where mostly kids allowed themselves to be carried around a circular pool by an artificial current. A bursting bladder prompted him to quickly find the bathroom and he leaned against the wall with one hand while holding himself with the other to avoid having his stream miss the toilet. The bathroom and the shower looked clean and shiny and he could see the reflection of the neatly made up king sized bed in the bathroom mirror and the ocean beyond through the sliding glass doors. "Too bad I'll be sleeping alone," he thought as he shook a few drops off of the end of his cock and tucked himself back into his shorts. Now that Sandy was out of his life he wondered where he would go from here. He had forgotten about the reservations she had made for the condo until he got a telephone call reminding him that check-in time was Saturday at 4 p.m. He had debated about going but decided that he needed a break from work before he went nuts. It was a little more than a month ago when he had come home from a business trip and found the apartment to be empty of her belongings. He called Sandy's cell phone and she answered on the second ring. She wouldn't tell him where she was but she did tell him that she was not coming back. According to her, his work was the root of their problems and she was tired of playing second fiddle to his clients. With not much more than that statement as an explanation, their three-year relationship evaporated into thin air and here he was - a 35-year old bachelor on vacation from himself. Sandy never answered any more of his calls and he gave up after a week of trying to contact her. The rain had stopped and Bill was hungry. He had forgotten on which level of the parking garage he had parked and he finally found his car after walking up and down the ramps trying to appear like he was not looking for his lost car. A food stand on Main Street caught his eye and there was a handy parking place almost in front of it. An Italian sausage on a bun loaded with fried onions, peppers, and yellow mustard took care of his immediate hunger before he headed to the supermarket. The store was crowded with arriving vacationers doing the same thing that he was but soon a shopping cart full of soda, beer, and the other bachelor nutrition essentials were quickly loaded into his car and just as quickly stashed in their rightful places in the empty cupboards and refrigerator of the condo's kitchen. After eating a sandwich and drinking a can of soda, he took a quick shower and decided to take a look around. It was dinnertime so the beach was nearly empty and the tide was almost out when Bill left his footprints just out of reach of the lapping waters. It felt good to walk shirtless and in bare feet in the cool sand. The sun was still hot and he remembered that he had not thought to bring sun block or a beach chair. "Oh well!" something to do for tomorrow he said as he turned around to head back up the beach to his condo. He noticed that most of the people walking along the beach at this time in the early evening were couples but there were a few families watching their kids still playing in the water. It was not yet dark but the fishermen were starting their quest for their nightly dinner and the ubiquitous low-flying airplanes dragging their advertising banners in the sky along the beachfront had gone away for the day. His feet sunk into the soft sand between the high tide line and the condo's wooden boardwalk as he headed back to his room. "A swim in the pool and a few minutes relaxing in the spa should do it for the evening," he thought and looked forward to drinking a few beers on his balcony. He held the gate open for a woman with short-cropped blonde hair carrying a folding beach chair. She wore a white halter-top and matching shorts and carried what looked like a shawl over her arm as she headed for the beach. She smiled at him and murmured a "thanks" before brushing past him. Her light scent made his head turn and follow her so he could continue to enjoy it wafting back towards him as she walked away. She only went a few steps before she stopped and balancing herself against the fence that kept people from walking on the sand dunes she lifted one leg after the other and removed her low-heeled sandals. He watched as the white soles of her tanned feet came into view and he felt a stirring in his groin as he admired the red polished toenails on her thin feet. Bill tried not to stare but he was attracted to her and he appreciated her trim body while noting that she was older than she looked at first glance. Her tanned skin had that slightly leathery look that some women who spend a lot of time in the sun seem to develop but her ass and her legs looked fine to his eyes. Shaking the sand out of her sandals she glanced back and caught him looking at her. "Beautiful evening! Isn't it?" she said through a big smile. Her white teeth were in sharp contrast to her tanned face and the sunglasses perched on the top of her head made her look like a mature fashion model. "Yes it is! A beautiful evening," Bill replied as she offered him a slight wave and turned away. "Nice looking young man," Murphy thought when she caught him looking at her. "He's too white, he obviously doesn't spend much time in the sun. I'll bet he ends up red as a lobster by Monday." Bill didn't even get to finish his second beer before he dozed off slouched on the plastic chair with his feet up on the balcony railing. He had watched the woman who he now identified as "the woman in white" set her chair in the sand at the high tide mark and settle down in it with her shawl wrapped around her shoulders against the cooler night air. She was gone when he woke up and he hauled his tired and aching body into the bed. On the Beach Ch. 02 Let's face it. It isn't every day a guy gets a beaver show in a public place, but I had just sat in a bar and watched a pretty little Brunette spread her legs and let me look. This while her Hubby or whatever he was sat by her side. I sat there nursing my Ginger Ale, fingering the card she had dropped on my table as she walked by. The invitation was obvious. I wandered around Kailua-kona for several hours, it really didn't take long to walk from one end of the town to the other in 1978. Like the brochures had said, it was a sleepy little fishing village. I wandered down and took a swim in the ocean right off the seawall, the water wasn't really deep, a rock shelf ran out quite a ways. It was interesting to stand on a huge mound of brain coral while the waves rolled by, picking me up and setting me back down. I suppose I played in the water for a good hour or so. Once when my foot came down, I felt a stinging but thought nothing of it. Finally I swam back, just taking my time in the tepid water. I found a little restaurant and ordered a fish dinner, it came as the whole fish. A funny looking red thing on a bed of some kind of plant leaves. I realized quickly that I was supposed to just pick the meat off with my fingers. Odd they didn't even clean the thing, they just flopped it on the plate, steamed I think. Kinda good, actually. I still have no idea what the bowl of white goo they served with it was all about, that wasn't food to me although others around me were eating that with their fingers too. One bite was enough. Tasted like fucking library paste. I went back to the motel as the sun finally settled and it began to get dark. I spent a couple of miserable hours trying to rest, finally I got up. I pulled out the card the Brunette had given me, thought about it. Hell, I didn't even know her name. I had a little struggle with myself, finally I just reached for the phone and dialed. A soft female voice answered, "Hello." "Hello." I said, feeling stupid. "Are you the lady from the bar?" "Oh, are you the big guy that was there?" "Yea, I'm Dan." "Crissy." her voice was soft as silk. I hesitated, not knowing what to say. "Want to come over?" "Maybe, what's the deal?" "Just some fun." "Your...friend?" "Oh that is Harry, he doesn't mind. He likes to watch." I did some mental gathering up, this was strange as hell. "Ok." She gave me an address, glancing at my map I knew it was a Hotel not more than 2 blocks up the hill. I had actually checked on that one, bit rich for my blood so I had booked at the crummy motel. "30 minutes?" This was going fast. I took a quick shower, noticing my foot still had that stinging sensation from earlier. I put that out of my mind. I knocked on the door 30 minutes later, Crissy answered. She was wearing a white robe, she smiled at me. I realized it was the first time I had seen her eyes, as blue as the ocean I had swam in earlier. Best way I can describe the moment was nervous. I wasn't sure, could this be real? She showed me to the main room. There was a couple of doors off to the side, bedroom, I assumed, and the bath. I sat on the large couch. No sign of Harry. "Harry is out on the balcony," she said, reading my mind. "He will probably come in later.." She sat, the robe slipping open, one bare leg exposed. At the same time, the top gapped open, most of her right breast was showing. I gulped, my body already reacting. "Glad to see me?" she smiled, reaching out to stroke my erection through my shorts. Talk about forward. Then she stood, slipping the robe, letting it fall to the floor. She was nude, not even earrings. Her medium sized breasts were high and firm, nipples like little pinpoints. I looked at the sleek curve of her hips, the V of her pubic hair was dark and neatly trimmed. Her lips were thick, protruding, spectacular. I just sat there. She slid into my lap, I knew what to do. In no time, we were trading kisses, carresses. Somehow she got my shorts popped open, had me in her hands. I stood, stepped out of them as she stared at me, then reached out and stroked my length. I heard a noise, glanced up. Harry was standing at the balcony door, watching. I almost started, then realized that that was the deal. "What the fuck?" I thought, reaching for her. We played around on the couch for several minutes, then just as I was poised to slide into her she said, "Let's move to the bedroom." I picked her up, opened the door and placed her on the huge bed. "More like it." I thought, as she lay back. I slipped up on top, entered her in one smooth motion. I lost all track of Harry. After she had had no less that 3 solid orgasms, I finally allowed myself to let go. Her body was fine, afterwards, we basked in each other. I walked out into the main room, Harry was nowhere to be seen. Crissy came out, slipped her robe back on. I stepped into my shorts, pulled the T-shirt on. We hugged, and I left, walking back down the hill to my little room. I thought about it all, odd experience. The next morning, I wandered over to the restaurant, some eggs and bacon sounded real good. Reaching for my wallet to pay, it hit me. $800.00!! Gone! I had been rolled. Stupid of me. I ran all the way up the street to the hotel, beat on the door. No answer, I hadn't expected any. At the desk, I asked. Yep, checked out. Great. Just great! Here I was, in Hawaii, not a dime to my name. I knew I could find a Bank, Western Union, something, wire some emergency cash. I had another idea, though. I had spotted the Blue Impala Supersport parked out front, I knew it had to be theirs. They might call this the Big Island, but it wasn't that big. I rubbed my stinging foot, climbed into the old rental Toyota. I knew it was a matter of time.