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Chapter Twenty-one -- On the Beach


Dwayne and Darlene woke up to the sounds of children trying
to cook breakfast.  Both decided that it would be wise to
provide some supervision but they both needed to clean themselves
up first.  It seemed wise to shower separately.  A joint
shower might have caused delays and Dwayne insisted that Darlene
go first while he pulled on boxers to check on the kids.

This wasn't a hotel and she had no robe, so Darlene pulled
a yellow terry cloth beach cover-up over her head and tied the
belt before she went out.  The cover-up was short, barely
covering her bottom.  

"Sexy," Dwayne commented as he headed for the master
bedroom's private bath.

Once everyone was washed up and a breakfast of pancakes and
bacon was ingested, Darlene assigned cleaning chores to the kids
and sat down with her husband and a mug of coffee.  He asked her,
"So what do you want to do today?"

Her answer was, "Jennie needs a new bathing suit."

"Let's see," he grinned.  "Using John Grey's translator,
that means 'I want to go shopping', right?"

It was only eight o'clock in the morning but someone was
knocking on the front door of the townhouse.  

"Yes?" Dwayne said as he opened the door.  "Oh, hi," he
grinned when he recognized his wife's younger classmates.  "Come
on in.  Would you like some coffee?"

"We came over to see if you'd like for us to baby sit so you
guys can go off alone," Maria explained.

"I'd love coffee," Wendy said, pushing past the Latino girl.  

"Hi, Dar'.  Having fun?"

"Definitely," Darlene grinned.

"I'm surprised you can sit down."

"I had good teachers," she grinned.  "I feel great."

"Was it.. good?" Jennifer asked in a whisper.

"Fantastic," Darlene whispered back conspiratorially.

"Different from school?"

"Definitely," she told her classmate.  "First, a real cock
is, well, real.  It throbs and pulses and moves on its own
because it's alive.  I could have taken Dwayne's pulse if I could
count that fast.  Or maybe it was my pulse.  And then, when he
cums, it's like getting a mini-enema of slime that's kind of hard
to keep from dripping out, especially when your hole's well
greased.  My stud was afraid he might hurt me so he used about a
half a jar of Vaseline."

"Did you get off?" Wendy asked.

"Not while he was up my butt," Darlene admitted to them.  "But
I didn't need to.  He licked me off twice, once while I held in
an enema and you know how intense that is."

"Did you lose it?" Maria asked, remembering the humiliation
of losing control.

"Almost but just a squirt."

In whispers, the four women shared secrets around the
breakfast bar while sipping coffee.  Dwayne and the kids
instinctively knew that they weren't welcome except for Darlene's
daughter Jennie who moved in close with her orange juice.  Seeing
her standing there uncertainly, the older Jennifer reached out
and pulled her in close, asking, "Do you understand what you're
hearing?"

"Not all of it," the girl admitted.

"Give it time," Maria smiled.  "You have plenty."

"So do you," Darlene told her.

"I know."

"Well, little Jennifer, you won't have to watch your younger
brothers and sisters today because we're taking over.  You
can come along if you want," Maria informed the girl, remembering
her own puberty as an oldest of many children.

"We're taking her shopping for a new swimming suit," Darlene
told the women.

"I get to pick it, right?" Jennie asked quickly, furrowing
her brows into a deep V.

"Sure," Darlene told her daughter.  "Ready to go?"

"And are you guys ready to go to the beach?" Jennifer called
out to the younger children who seem awed by her stature.

"Yeah!" they all yelled, jumping up to get sand buckets,
towels, and such.  Then they ran to their bicycles and were off
with the three GWU students in close pursuit yelling for the
younger kids to watch for traffic at the entrance to the
cul-de-sac.

"They'll be all right," Darlene said to her husband, trying
to also reassure herself.  "Well, are we ready to go?"

"Only if I _really_ get to pick my own suit," Jennie
insisted firmly.  "Dad wanted me to get one that made me look
like a little girl."

"A lady," her father said, trying to remain calm.

"She's growing up," Darlene reminded her husband.

"I know," Dwayne sighed.  "And she wants to show everyone."

"Which she might as well while she has the body for it."

"OK, smarty," he challenged.  "You get to approve her suit but
I get to pick one for you and you'll wear it, agreed?"

"OK," Darlene smiled.  She knew he had something in mind. 
She wasn't too sure she would like it but her husband was
sometimes overprotective of his oldest daughter and if she could
loosen up his control a little, then it would be worth it.

"And not just in the closet or the house," Dwayne added firmly.

"I said OK," Darlene told him, a bit miffed.

"You'll wear it to the beach."

"_OK!_"

The shops along the beach and boardwalk were expensive, so Dwayne
drove them out to where there were ordinary shopping centers,
malls, and discount stores.  Although it was mid-summer, almost
everyone had already bought a swimsuit for the season.  The
family was pleased to find summer sales everywhere and a
good selection.

Although she was already tall for her age and
reasonably proportioned for a teenager, Jennie insisted she
wanted a two piece suit cut high on the sides "to make me look
taller" and a top "that shows I'm real, that it's really me and
not padding even if it's not that much."  She made herself blush
when she chose a couple of skimpy suits to try on and the
salesgirl guarding the changing rooms didn't help when she told
Jennie loudly to leave her underwear on when she tried on the
suits.  Dwayne browsed through the lingerie and swimsuits.  He
wasn't sure what he was looking for, but knew he would recognize
it when he found it.

They moved on, mostly because the women didn't like the sales
people or how the suits were displayed.  Two discount
department stores later, they decided to try something different
and stopped at a store in a strip mall that advertised 'Thousands
of Suits Under $20' on the banner out front.

As they walked in, Dwayne immediately noticed a slender
exotic looking black woman in her thirties modeling a suit for a
young man who looked college age.  They were all surprised when
she called out, "I'll be with you in a sec'!"

Hi," the woman said in greeting, "Welcome to 'Best Bod'. 
I'm Candi.  My sister, a couple friends, and I own and run it so
we know it well.  Wearing our products is just a gimmick to
draw customers.  We also design and custom manufacture some of
our swimming suits and we also have dance outfits, 'club wear',
and exercise clothes.  We're all fitness nuts," she explained. 
"So what can I show you?"

"We're just browsing," Dwayne told her.

"For which, or should I say who?" she asked, looking back
and forth at Darlene and her daughter.

"Both," Dwayne replied for them.

She smiled and looked at young Jennifer, asking, "Fully
covered, revealing one-piece, not so revealing two-piece, a bit
skimpy, really skimpy, or barely legal?"

"Maybe a little skimpy," the girl blushed, glancing
uncertainly toward her father.

"Why don't you start on the clearance rack.  I bet your dad'd
love it if you found something for ten bucks," she said,gesturing
to some racks with big 'SALE' signs.

"Divide and conquer," a blond beauty in a stunning leotard
and heels laughed from next to Darlene.  "I'm Celeste. 
Same question.  On a scale of fully covered to barely legal,
where do you want to start?"

"Just let us look around," Dwayne said, becoming exasperated.

"OK," the girl said cheerily, walking away to approach a
teenaged couple who had just come in.  "Hi, what can I show you? 
Do you want a suit that covers you up or shows you off?"

"The itsy bitsiest suit you have," the boy said, grinning.

"As long as it won't get me arrested," the girl added.

"And you get to choose it?" Celeste asked, raising her eyebrows.

"She lost a bet," the boy explained.

"Right this way," Celeste chuckled.  

Dwayne browsed through some racks of suits, attracted by the
suits on the manikins above them.  There really were
thousands, displayed on racks four tiers tall.  Darlene looked
around for her daughter until the same woman who first spoke to
them approached, saying, "Hi, I'm Brandi.  What can I help you
find?"

"I said we're just browsing," Dwayne told the sales girl angrily.

"Brandi.  And Candi.  You're twins," Darlene laughed.  "You
didn't tell her, hon'.  You told her sister."

"Well we're just looking," Dwayne snapped out.

"Go ahead and look," Brandi said, striking a pose with one hand
on her hip and another behind her head to show off the
skimpy cherry-red bikini she was wearing.  "And you come with
me," Brandi told Darlene.  "He'll never find anything for you
here.  All these suits are for girls with little or no top."

"I was looking for my daughter," Darlene told her, holding back.

"The cute brownette with the long hair," Brandi grinned.  "I
should have seen the resemblance.  She's back by the mix and
match section.  I'll show you."

That's where they stayed.  'Best Bod Custom' was 32 styles
of top, 24 bottoms, and 16 colors in four different fabrics. 
Jennie was looking at herself in the mirrors, semi-clad in a
stunning little dark navy bikini.  "I like it," she giggled.

"But will you wear it?" Candi asked her.

"Here I will," Jennie replied.  "I don't know about at home. 
It's kind of small."

"Want to try this bottom?"

Dwayne tagged along.  He cringed when he saw his daughter. 
She was a knock-out in the little bikini.  He felt embarrassed as
his cock filled with blood and quickly looked elsewhere until
his eyes fixed on his wife.  "You need a suit like that," he
told her.

"Their coloring is similar so the color would be good, but
their bodies are different enough that it won't work," Candi or
Brandi told him.  He had forgotten which was which.  "Why don't
you try on the same suit and show him."

He had to agree.  It was sexy seeing the sides of his wife's
boobs squeezed out the side of the skimpy top but not really
very attractive.  It made her look fat and after six weeks
of exercise, she had lost most of her fat and was now just
curvy and, in his mind, gorgeous.

They blew Dwayne's budget.  He let Jennie get the skimpy
custom fit suit plus a string bikini from the sale rack that
wasn't quite as skimpy, a boy-leg two-piece with an exercise
style top, and a stretchy tank-dress cover-up.  He even sprang
for 'jelly wedgies', colorful plastic shoes with a wedge heel.

For Darlene, they chose a top that was one continuous loop
of fabric that was widened and shaped in appropriate places
to snuggle and support her breasts without pads or underwires. 
It was put on like a vest with a simple plastic hook in front
to close it.  Dwayne chose two bottoms, one T-back thong that
was illegal in many places and another that provided a little
butt coverage.  Both had hooks at the sides "for easy removal,"
Dwayne kidded.  And, of course, a navy tank-dress and jelly
wedgies like Jennie's were added to the pile.

Back at the townhouse, they changed.  Dwayne reminded Darlene
that she had agreed to wear whatever suit he chose and he
chose the thong.  Jennie picked her skimpy custom suit.  Both
women pulled on their cover-ups for the bicycle ride down to the
beach.  Darlene was acutely aware that her bottom was exposed as
she leaned over the handlebars and 'pedaled her ass' to the
beach with her husband right behind her on the tandem bike.

At first, Darlene and her daughter were embarrassed by the
looks that boys and men gave them.  Leers.  Ogles.  Stares.  But
they soon relaxed and even enjoyed the attention, especially
Darlene.  Dwayne made sure that his wife's previously white skin
wasn't uncomfortably burned.  That might ruin their weekend.  He
spent the day rubbing suntan lotion on her exposed skin. 
Sensuously.  Deliciously.  Wonderfully.

Darlene and her daughter joined Jennifer, Maria, and Wendy in
a beach volleyball game with four college age men that the
women had met.  One of the young men had a fifteen-year-old
younger brother who was immediately taken with Jennie.

Dwayne said he didn't mind watching the kids.  But he didn't
spend much time watching them, even when he was helping them
build a giant sandcastle.  His eyes seldom left the area of
the volley ball game.  Five gorgeous women.  Jumping. 
Bouncing breasts and fannies.  He smiled.  His wife was no slouch
when it came to beauty, her maturity contrasting nicely with
the youngsters' bodies.

Supper was uneventful.  The younger students joined the family
for more sandwiches, chips, and veggie munchies, followed
by another trip to the beach to play in the surf until the sun
was nearly set.

The children all fell asleep early, exhausted by their fun at
the beach.  All except for Jennie.  She watched the end of an
HBO movie with Jennifer, Wendy, and Maria, making popcorn and
acting as the hostess.

Darlene felt restless.  "Let's take a walk," she suggested
to Dwayne.

"If you'll wear your bikini," he challenged.

She agreed.  The on-shore breeze was a little chilly but not
too uncomfortable, especially when Dwayne gave her his
flannel-lined windbreaker.  He wore his all-purpose shorts that
he also used as swim trunks and a sleeveless sweatshirt with a
hood.

They walked slowly down toward the beach, talking as they
went, covering every possible subject: the kids, camps, Dwayne's
job, money problems, you name it.  Darlene blushed when a carload
of teenagers yelled, "Nice ass."  They circled the block for
another look, the car moving at walking speed behind them.

"Dwayne, they're following us."

"I know."

"I'm scared."

"Don't be.  They're just admiring that gorgeous ass of yours." 
They could hear the comments.  

"Geez, it looks like she's not wearin' nuthin'." 

"Look at that wiggle!" 

"Un-fuckin' believable.  Man, would I like to get my hands
on those cheeks." 

Darlene finally admitted to herself that she loved the idea
of having her body admired by teenagers.

The car turned up the beachfront lane as Dwayne and
Darlene continued onto the beach.  Once Dwayne had turned his
wife away from the glow from the town's lights, his hands began
to caress her.  He playfully moved behind her to cup her breasts
through the light jacket.

Darlene wanted to feel his hands on her, not through layers
of nylon shell, flannel lining, and bikini knit, so she unzipped
the jacket and unhooked the front hook of her top.  Her
husband's hands immediately took advantage of the opening as he
nuzzled her neck from the back, whispering, "I want you.  Right
here.  Right now."

"There are people around," Darlene whispered back nervously. They
had passed two or three couples in the darkness, just
vague outlines.  But they were there -- close.

"I don't care," he growled in a voice that was barely
perceptible over the sound of the waves rolling in.  They laid
down in the sand which still held some heat from the sun so it
was warmer than standing in the on-shore breeze.  Dwayne
immediately tugged down Darlene's bottom and began feasting on
her pussy.

'Tension does it for me,' Darlene realized.  She was nervous. 
Scared.  Afraid of being caught and arrested for public
indecency or licentious behavior or some such charge.  Tense. 
And very, very aroused.  'It must be tension,' her mind said as
her hips instinctively bucked up to increase the pressure from
her husband's skilled tongue on her very wet pussy.  "Fuck me,"
she begged him in a whisper so quiet he didn't hear the first
time.  "Please fuck me now."

He heard her.  He pulled his bathing shorts down his thighs
and buried his cock in the warm, wet pussy, amazed when he sank
in half way before even feeling any friction.  One more thrust
left their public hair tangled.

So daring, writhing on the beach.  Darlene felt every grain
of sand under her bottom as she ground her pelvis into her
husband, gasping at the feelings.  She was going to come.  She
knew it.  No way to miss the signs.  He was leaning up over her,
his cock pressed against the top of her sopping cunt,
alternately thrusting and grinding.  And getting to her clitoris
in ways that normally required a finger or...

"Yeah, just like that.  Shit!  Fuck me," she whispered
between shrill grunts and whimpers of pleasure.  "Oh, gawd, Yes!" 
She was rocking her pelvis, grinding her crotch into her
husband's pelvis, rubbing her clit with the contact.  "Yes!  Oh,
fuck, shiiitt, da.. a.. amn!"

She clung to him, hump-bump-hump-grind-gasp, moving for just
the right amount of friction, of stimulation, of loving contact
with the man she loved.  "Baby, oh baby, that was _SO_ good,"
she sighed, quickly asking, "But you didn't come.  How do you
want it?"

"Blow job?" he asked uncertainly, sitting back on his haunches.

"Anything for you, lover," she told him.  He stood up and she
used his legs to pull herself to her knees.

"Don't make me wait," he told her softly, groaning through
his clenched teeth.  "I need to come."

Darlene needed relief from the tension of being naked on
the beach, her bikini bottom discarded somewhere in the sand and
her jacket and top open so her nipples brushed Dwayne's thighs as
she slurped down on his cock and swished her tongue sideways as
she pulled back, firmly pressing his prick with her lips.  All
seemed right with the world as a wave gently washed up, flicking
them softly with cool water as she ministered to her lover.

He didn't tolerate her sensuous fellatio for long before
he grabbed the back of her head and began panting, "yes, yes,
yes, ah, fuck, yes," in time with his thrusts, going faster and
faster until he shot hot sperm into his wife's mouth with a final
gaspof "aaaahh, yeessssss."  Dwayne pulled her up into his arms
and hugged her tightly.

"Encore, encore," a male and female voice began chanting
quietly from the darkness only fifteen or twenty feet away. 
Their chant was accompanied by soft clapping.  And then three or
four other couples from different directions and distances joined
in quiet applause, an ovation of thanks for the sensuous
performance.

Darlene clung to Dwayne, burying her face in his chest.  "No
one could really see anything," Dwayne tried to reassure his
sexy wife.  Then he teased, "Shouldn't we take a bow?  Come on. 
Hands up.  'Ta-da'.  Now..  bow low."

Darlene knew what he was doing... and what she was doing. 
Once everyone's eyes were used to the darkness, they could make
out vague outlines of the features on the beach and even the
other couples nearby.  Lifting their arms also lifted her
breasts, showing those who were looking that her breasts were
bare.  Their bow let her breasts hang down, silhouetted against
the dim glow in the mist and humid air.  She wondered if anyone
could tell that her nipples were hard or that she was getting
aroused all over again.  Could anyone see Dwayne's cock?  Was he
getting hard again?  Was he half as turned on as she felt?