This happened a few years ago when my wife and I went on vacation. This was just a couple sentences in my journal. She found the journal and added to it. I didn’t intend to share. When I saw her words, I thought, yikes! Long story short, this grew from there.
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“Really?” Ellie said sarcastically.
I turned the volume down to just vibrate and replied to the text message.
“We’re on vacation…on the beach…you know, o-c-e-a-n,” she continued. “I’m hot. Let’s get in the water and cool off.”
“Just a second…”
“Catch up,” she got up with a smirk, not waiting.
I held the phone so I could watch her tip toe across the hot sand. Ellie had long sandy brown hair pulled back in a messy pony tail. She is average height. Her bikini held her b-cups. Her perfect butt swayed in the pastel purple. Once she got to the wet, cooler sand in the surf she walked normal. She is gorgeous. She waded until waves rose to her waist. Swells rolled down to her thighs and almost up to her bikini top. Afternoon sun struck her wet bottoms, accenting the pale purple cloth clinging to her butt cheeks. Her hips swayed with the force of incoming waves. She splashed water on her chest and shoulders. She rubbed the cooler water on her neck and cheeks. She didn’t want her frizzy hair wet again with salty brine. She held her arms out to me, gesturing to come.
The tropical sun baked my arms. The nearest people laid on blankets some distance away. Those sun bathers were packed close together. We had no umbrella so I made cover with a towel over our standing backpack.
I looked up from the phone to see an older couple was standing just in the surf. Ellie still stood waist deep talking to them. The woman looked at me waving. Ellie made new friends in minutes. We met this couple while shopping earlier. Ellie waded back to stand with them in the wet sand. The woman waved at me again to join them but I held up a finger, just a minute. Ellie shook her head and laughed. I imagined what she said to them. Something sarcastic, most likely. Ellie tired of hearing work paid for this vacation and most nice stuff we had. “Vacation is here and gone, work never goes away,” she said. We didn’t see each other much at all the last month because of work.
I looked up from the phone and two more couples joined them. From where I sat they looked around the same age as the first couple. Ellie moved in front of the group with her back to me. They all watched her spirited hand motions. Her butt, covered by the wet, clingy bottoms, bounced back and forth as she spoke. Her natural flirting personality attracted people. Others stopped for a minute before moving down the beach.
I triaged my phone messages. The stream of help requests kept coming.
A dark man walked by. He wore white linen shorts and looked like a local. He had no shirt. He waved and greeted the group like they were familiar. They smiled at him but continued their conversations uninterrupted. Since no one paid him more attention he moved to continue down the beach. Ellie said something to him, like a greeting. The dark man stopped. He stood next to her. He followed their conversations. I watched him checking out my wife in her bikini. Ellie’s body is toned from playing lacrosse all through school. Her perfect tits garnered looks. Jealousy distracted me from the phone. They were paired up in couples, except for Ellie. They were far enough from our blanket that Ellie looked like she was alone or single. He looked her over, grinning at her tits and ass. He made no effort to hide his stares. The other women frowned at him but he paid them no attention.
The phone vibrated my hand, making me jump. I tossed it under the shade.
Ellie turned and walked back toward the blanket as the group broke up. Two friends followed. The dark man tagged along behind them. Ellie talked to the woman gesturing with her hands.
“Hand me my phone, honey,” Ellie said with an outstretched hand. Her sweet smile made me relax, thinking I got out of the doghouse.
She showed them her photo stream and told them how to find her online. Her curated image stream made her proud. She helped the woman with her questions about the image site. The dark man peeked around the other guy to see too. He mostly watched her ass. I stood up and smiled at them. My phone buzzed for attention. I made eye contact with the dark man but he just smiled. Ellie took the woman’s phone and made adjustments. After a few minutes they said goodbyes and walked away. We watched them without speaking until they disappeared up the beach. Once they left the look I got from her was cold.
“I want to get more sun on my back today,” Ellie kneeled on the blanket.
Her bikini had a hipster cut. It provided minimal coverage but she always wanted smaller tan lines. She pinched the bottoms into a self made wedgie. Her bikini now looked like a T-back thong. The bikini was tucked between her cheeks, revealing much of her ass. She unhooked the bikini strap as she laid down leaving her upper back naked. From an angle she looked naked.
“Can you behave?” she asked without looking. “Please put some lotion on my cheeks. and be good.”
I took my time. My phone buzzed again but I added more lotion to her ass.
“Do you think that’s enough,” she smiled looking at my buzzing phone. Her cheeks glistened from too much lotion.
The dark man was walking back up the beach staring at her ass. He smiled at me. I frowned back. I laid down on my stomach to hide the bulge in my shorts. Lying nearly naked on the beach , Ellie made me horny. I felt the pulse in my groin grinding against the sand. What foolishness took me from logically analyzing the messages to these urgent, primal thoughts.
I looked at her tanning buns. I pushed into the sand to ease the ache in my groin. The phone beeped with more messages.
She looked at me, wondering. “Ahem,” she cleared her throat but said nothing. She still gave me a cold look, aloof. She looked away, amused.
I smiled at her while thinking, if she only knew. My logical, primal mind broke the problem down. I plotted sliding her bikini bottoms down just far enough. Then rolling over and pumping her instead of sand. Thinking, could I get away with it?
Movement by the surf caught my attention. It was the dark man walking by. Again. And he stared at my wife’s ass, again. His hand casually tapped his groin where I saw a bulge in his shorts. What an asshole, I thought. The man’s blatant leering angered me. He saw me frowning at him but didn’t seem to care. He was too tempted by her perfect, near naked ass.
The phone buzzed. Five seconds later I fixed it so it didn’t interrupt again.
“About time.” Ellie smiled. She didn’t suspect why I turned it off. Or did she?
We had dinner at a creole place after spending the afternoon on the beach. The menu listed creole, Jamaican and spicy seafood.
“I should have washed my hair,” she pushed stray, frizzled strands in place. “And a shower.”
I smiled. She never looked more beautiful to me. Or desirable. Jeez, I wanted her so much.
“What?” She asked looking at me puzzled. “What got into you all of a sudden? All day you were stuck on that phone and then poof!”
I shrugged. She shook her head.
“I’ll have the creole, blackened fish with dirty rice,” I said, “what you getting?”
“Looking,” she read all the items. Then she started from the top again.
The waitress was back and saw Ellie still looking. “Any questions? Can we start with drinks?”
“The rum creme cocktail is good,” Ellie said. “He always gets the Red Stripe Beer here.” She nodded at me. The waitress left.
“What about food?”
She looked through the menu for the fourth time. Each time she smirked at something half-way down.
“Last time you liked the curry chicken?”
With a smirk and half grin she said, “Jamaican Jerk Grilled Eggplant.”
“You like eggplant?” her choice surprised me.
I ordered my blackened fish and rice when the waitress returned.
“Jamaican Jerk Grilled Eggplant,” she barely got it out trying not to giggle.
When the waitress left she still cracked herself up. “Is this a private joke you want to share?” I asked.
“It’s nothing,” she forced herself to stop giggling. “It’s a thing with me and Becky.”
Ellie just picked at the eggplant dish. She ate around the eggplant and devoured rice that came with it. Then she took most of my fish.
Back at the room Ellie said nothing. She walked to the bathroom. The shower started seconds later.
Showered and dried, she walked from the bathroom wearing a dark burgundy dress. She bought the thin fabric coverup to go over her swimsuit. It draped her curves loosely. She busied herself fixing stuff thrown around the room. When she walked in front of a table lamp, the dress revealed her naked shape. I watched her moving around the room, waiting for another peek. She moved with her tablet still looking at her social media images. She swiped through the vacation photos she took today.
“You and those photos are worse than me with my phone,” I smiled. She ignored me and went on swiping. My phone meant work but hers was vacation.
“What do you think?” She asked holding up a selfie of us on the beach earlier.
“You look hot,” I said glancing at the photo and staring at the translucent view when she passed by the bright bathroom. Her breasts bounced in the light. Her nipples poked out. She frowned and gave me a sideways smile.
I looked absently at email while watching her and waiting to see what she had in store for tonight.
She got quiet. She bent over resting her elbows on the red cushion chair. For a couple minutes she leaned over that chair, absorbed. Curious, I looked over her shoulder. She finished looking at our photos. That same web site now showed photos of guys, hunks. Shirtless poses staring intense into the camera. Tight buns. You couldn’t miss the bulging crotches. She stopped on a muscular black guy wrapped in a loose fitting towel. The towel slung low enough to see rippled abs and pubic hair. He looked like he held a garden hose against his leg under the towel. She jumped a little catching me watching her. She looked back and smiled.
“Becky found this searching. She told me to look for hashtag eggplant,” she giggled like a school girl getting away with something. “She gets around the web filters at work. But that guy has to be fake.”
“Is that what you women do at work?” I said moving closer.
I pressed against her. “Is this fake.” She wiggled her ass against me, making me even harder.
“I feel something,” she giggled.
I lifted her dress and dropped my boxers. Her faded tan lines still contrasted her tan legs.
“Ahhh,” she moaned so obvious that no doubt she faked it.
When I pressed my erection against her pussy I felt the wetness.
“Does looking at that turn you on?” The question was rhetorical, because her aroused state said definite yes. I pushed.
“I really wanted to take some night pictures on the beach.” She exhaled. She ignored my comment about the towel guy but she still stared.
I pushed all the way and started stroking in and out. She was so wet. Her usual tightness needed no foreplay. She kept looking at the image of the black guy with a garden hose and rubbed her bare ass against me. She began moaning softly. But her intense gaze at the image triggered waves of anxiety in me. Was she fantasizing about that guy? I pushed harder, faster to bring her attention back to me. Part of me felt insecure in the middle of our love making but I didn’t want to break her fantasy. OMG, where did she learn to move like that. She never pushed her ass back into me like that. Was she practicing while I worked? Alone? Ouch! The conflicting emotions pushed me to the edge of coming right there.
I heard birds outside the window. The noise shook her out of the moment. Her head popped up, listening. She pulled away and straightened her dress.
“Do you want to get in bed?” I asked with my dick waving in the air.
“We can when we get back,” she shifted gears so fast I felt whiplash. “Let’s take some night pictures on the beach. The moon is bright.” She dabbed perfume behind her ears and lifted the dress to touch some on her belly. The quick peek of her naked patch of pubic hair quickened my already pounding heartbeat. The room smelled of her. Needless to say, I did not want to leave the room.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hagfth/jamaican_eggplant_afternoon_beach_part_1_mf
Looking forward to part 2!