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My wife Tanis and I had been married for about five years when we decided to separate. It was very amicable; we continued to be friends, we hung out frequently and participated in "family" activities together with our two boys, and we continued to run our catering business as partners. We simply acknowledged that there was no romance, passion, or intimacy left in our relationship, and it would be better for us both if we stopped pretending and allowed ourselves to get on with our lives. She had primary custody of the boys, which was more convenient with school and daycare, but I had my scheduled days, and was allowed to visit pretty much any time on her days. We were reasonably well off financially, so other than regular contributions to the boys' college funds, there was no talk of child support or alimony.
It didn't take long to get accustomed to living the single life again; aside from the kids, we had been living more as roommates than as a couple for years. The only thing that I really missed was having a warm body beside me in bed, but I was confident that that wouldn't present me too many problems when the time came to go looking for it. As the months passed though, a funny thing started to happen. More and more frequently, I started getting comments like, "You've been alone for how long now?" or, "You really should get back out there." I guess what bothered me most was the assumption that I was lonely, that somehow I was less than a whole person just because I was single. Thing is, I truly felt fine. I was free from pretending to be "complete", and I felt more myself than I had in years.
That was the subject of a discussion I had with my friend Melissa late that spring. Melissa was 31, three years younger than myself. She had never married, and had no real desire to; as she described it, it just didn't fit with her career goals or her temperament. I had known her for years. I had gone to school with her older brother, who had been one of my best friends until he moved to Vancouver for work about 10 years ago. Melissa had often been around when we hung out, so I got to know her quite well. Although we had lost touch after Sean moved away, she was one of the first old acquaintances to find me once I joined Facebook. We had quickly reconnected, and she was a regular guest at our home. Anyway, Melissa shared my new perspective on the single life, and frequently argued with her parents who kept insisting that she needed to "find a good man and settle down (and give them grandchildren)". Our conversations on the subject planted the seed, and an idea began to occur to me around the time summer finally arrived.
It was early June, which, in Winnipeg, was barely the beginning of real summer. We had had a couple weeks of really nice weather, and with a forecast for sunny skies and blazing heat for the weekend, I decided it was time to hit the beach.
"The beach sound awesome," Melissa gushed when I asked her to accompany me. "I haven't gone in years to be honest. Just never seemed to make it out. What time are you picking me up?"
"I want to get an early start if possible," I answered her. "Beat the crowd, have as much time as possible to enjoy the day. How does 8:00 sound? That will get us to the beach by 9."
"You are eager, aren't you?" she teased. "That sounds good. I'll be waiting!"
I pulled up in front of her place at 8:00 sharp, but she insisted I join her for eggs and toast before we left, and she also somewhat shyly modelled her swimsuit for me to make sure it still fit properly. It was a two-piece, but to my surprise a rather conservative one, the bottoms being the full-seat variety, and the top covering almost like a t-shirt. I think the style is generally referred to as a "tankini". Anyway, Melissa had always been slim and fit, and a dedication to biking and yoga had kept her in excellent shape. She noticed my admiring gaze and gave me a playful slap.
"I'll take that as a 'you look fine', you big goof. Now stop gawking at me before you make me blush."
I just grinned. "Sorry, it's been a while since I've been this close to an under-dressed female," I said with a wink. "You do look good though, but to be honest the suit's looking a little tired. You should go shopping for a new one if you plan to hit the beach with me regularly this summer. And not to be a perv, but a more daring style would suit you a lot better. That one makes you look like you're ashamed of your body."
"Hm. Maybe. You ready to go?"
"Ready when you are."
It was actually after 9:00 when we finally got going, which was still early, and we chatted happily during the 40-minute drive out to Patricia Beach.
Time for a little descriptive interlude for those who have never stared at a map of Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, which is probably most people who have never actually LIVED in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. Winnipeg is situated just south of a pair of large lakes, Lake Winnipeg and Lake Manitoba, so the local "cottage country" lies along both the East and West shores of Lake Winnipeg, ranging from about a 40 to 90 minute drive north of the city. Patricia Beach is the closest of the East shore beaches, and farther up are Beaconia, Grand Beach, and Victoria Beach. Grand and Victoria are the favourite stops for cabins and camping, with more developed facilities and nicer beaches, but I've always preferred the proximity and smaller crowds of Patricia. The mile-long beach is a narrow strand broken up by brush which comes as far down as the waterline in places, but the sand is generally clean and soft in the open spaces, and I like that the trees tend to break the beach up into smaller sections, reducing the feeling of crowding. The main parking lot just inside the gate is usually full, and the immediate beach area is always the most crowded, so I prefer to make the drive up to the third lot, which serves a large open are a at the north end of the beach. The best part of the beach, in my opinion, and not usually very busy.
As it turned out, spring flooding had washed out much of the road up to the far parking lots, so the road was closed for the season. So even at 10:00 AM, the parking lot was nearly full. We parked on the road, and got our supplies out of the car. "This first part of the beach is going to be crowded," I told Melissa.
"My usual spot is down by the far end. You up for a bit of a hike?"
"How far?" she asked. "I don't mind the walk, but I'm not sure how far I can carry the chairs and stuff."
"It's about half a mile or so, I guess. Although we can stop partway down if your arms are getting tired."
"Sounds like a plan. Let's go."
The road was in decent shape for walking, even though our feet got wet from time to time where the water still partly covered it. But the weather was nice, still warming up to the expected high of about 32 C (about 90 F) and we enjoyed simply being out in the fresh air and the relative quiet of nature. After about 15 minutes, we saw the road open up into what was left of the middle parking lot; damage from the winter ice and spring flooding had almost completely obliterated the clearing, but we could see movement, which meant we weren't the only ones willing to make the hike. Still, as we approached the group of people playing Bocci n the sandy clearing, something seemed off. Melissa was the first to get a good enough look.
"Wait...are they naked?" She asked in a confused voice.
I took a better look. "I think so." It made sense. Past the end of my usual part of the beach, there was a narrow path through the brush before the beach opened out one last time. That secluded area had been used as a nude beach for 50 years or so, and although I'd never been there, a former co-worker had told me about it after her first few visits. Plus, if you went far enough out into the water, you could look back and see past the trees at the shoreline and see the people on that part of the beach. No detail from that distance, but you could tell that suits were few and far between. With the gate closed, it wasn't surprising that they had claimed a larger chunk of the beach than normal that summer. I told Melissa about the nude section down at the end. "They're usually father down, past that set of trees over there. I guess they figured no one else would bother walking this far. I take it you've never been?"
"Um...no." She answered immediately. "I didn't even know we had a nude beach around here. You?"
"Never been," I answered. "I've been curious though, but Tanis gave me an emphatic 'no' when I suggested it. You know how she is." Tanis was a walking example of body modesty, one of the few things we'd consistently argued about. She refused to wear even slightly revealing clothing, lingerie was a strict no, and she wouldn't even discuss sleeping in the nude. Which I found kind of odd, since she wasn't a prude in any other way. She was just way too body conscious. "So, we can walk back to a clear spot with no naked people, or we can set up here. From what I've heard, people are pretty accommodating here; most won't insist that someone get naked right away. I like this spot, personally, and like I said, I've been curious, so I'm good here. Your call though, if you're not comfortable. I've seen what you call a bikini," I added with a wink.
The wink did it, it seemed. "No, we can try it here, I guess," she said after a slight hesitation. "If it feels too weird, we can always pack up and move."
"Okay," I said, and we headed town to the water. There were probably about ten other people on that part of the beach at that time, most of them nude, although two of the four women wore bottoms. The water was high still, narrowing the beach considerably, but there was still a fair amount of space. We found a promising spot, and got our blanket and chairs set up. As Melissa got out the sunscreen, I stripped down to my swim trunks. After a moment thought, I peeled them of as well; fitting in with the crowd felt more comfortable than being the only clothed man on the beach.
"Well, hello, look at you," I heard Melissa tease from behind me. She had her suit on and was applying lotion to her arms. "Didn't take you long to get in the spirit of things."
I grinned at her. "Like I said, I've wanted to come here for a while. Thought since I was here I might as well dress the part. Could you do my back?" Melissa nodded and motioned for me to turn around so she could apply sunscreen to my back. The last thing I wanted was to get torched my first time out. When she was done, I offered to return the favour.
"Please," she responded, holding up her long brown hair so I could get at her neck and shoulders. I lotioned her back thoroughly, sliding the straps to the side to get under them, and slipping my fingertips an inch or so under the waistband of her bottoms to ensure proper coverage. When I ran my hands over her upper arms to use up the last of the lotion, she straightened up suddenly. "Hold on a second. Let me get this out of your way." Her hands trembled slightly with nervousness as she reached back and untied the back of her top. "There, now you can get under the strap properly." I quickly finished off her back.
"All done," I announced, sitting back down beside her. She had one hand holding the untied top against her chest as we locked eyes. She took a deep breath, blew it out, and then pulled the top off completely. She sat there somewhat self-consciously, then took another deep breath, stood up, and stretched. My eyes travelled up her lovely body, settling for a moment on the parts of her that I'd never seen uncovered before, then up to her face. Her eyes were closed against the bright sun, but she had a delighted look on her face. Finally she sat down beside me again.
"Wow, this actually feels good," she said. "Freeing the girls always feels nice, but feeling the sun and the breeze on my chest like this...yeah, I think I like it here so far."
"Good to hear," I said. "I wasn't looking forward to moving all this stuff." She laughed at that as I stood. "Anyway, want to test out the water?"
"Sure thing," she answered, holding out her hand so I could help her to her feet. I had been told that a nude beach was a non-sexual environment, and it was true, but still, the sight of Melissa's boobs jiggling as we made our way to the water's edge was very pleasant. As expected, the water was very chilly, but the heat of the day made it bearable as we eased our way into deeper water. Another note about
Lake Winnipeg: the slope of the lake's bottom is very gradual, with a lot of sandbars, so it can take ten minutes or more of careful plodding to reach chest-deep water. By the time we were waist deep, I'd had enough of picking my way, so I gritted my teeth and dropped down until only my head was exposed. After a quick whoosh at the shock of the cold, I grinned at Melissa. "Your turn," I told her. It's actually nice once you get over the initial shock." She hesitated. "You better do it," I warned, "or I'll come over there and dunk you."
"You wouldn't dare," she said. Still, when I started moving toward her, she scrunched up her face and dunked, letting out a shriek as the chill hit her skin. As I'd assured her, once she caught her breath, she enjoyed the water immensely. "It's really unbelievable," she told me after a couple minutes. "Who would have thought that a tiny amount of fabric could make such a difference? It feels so...freeing. Such a cliche, but it's the only word that really fits."
I had to agree. I'd noticed the same thing when the water reached my waist. It just felt so much different not having a suit on. At first it felt like something was missing, but then it felt like anything else would be restricting and unnatural. After a few minutes spent lounging, splashing and chatting in the water, we headed back to our blanket to warm up in the sun. I grabbed a couple drinks out of the bag and settled down in my chair while Melissa toweled herself dry. After a few pats at her bottoms, she stopped, looked at me for a couple seconds, then carefully hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pulled them off. With another of her shy smiles, she struck a "look at me" pose, and asked, "So? What do you think of my new suit? Does it fit? Is it daring enough for you?"
"I think it looks great," I told her honestly. "Perfect fit, just your style. I don't think you should ever wear any other suit."
She laughed at that and sat down to catch some sun for a while. We passed most of the day like that, sitting in the sun, reading, chatting, hitting the water from time to time to cool off. By midafternoon, I decided we had better pack up before we exceeded the limits of what sunscreen could do for us, so I suggested one final dip before we packed it in.
"Sounds like a plan," she told me, hoping to her feet. "Last one in buys supper!" Like a couple teenagers, we raced down to the water's edge, me ahead of her by a couple steps by the time we got our feet wet. I kept running until thigh-deep water bogged me down. I turned around to claim my victory, but before I could open my mouth, Melissa caught up to me, hitting me with the closest thing to a flying tackle she could manage in waist-deep water. The impact knocked me off my feet, and we both plunged under the water. We surfaced a moment later, spluttering from a faceful of water and the chill. As I cleared my senses and settled neck-deep to adjust to the water, she drifted over, wrapping her arms around me in a quick hug. "Thanks for bringing me out here," she said in my ear as she rested her head on my shoulder. "I would never have come out here on my own, so I would have missed out. Are you going to bring me out here again?"
"I'm sure I will," I replied, my arms sliding comfortably around her waist and giving her a quick squeeze. "It's been a long time since I've hung out with anyone for the day. We'll definitely have to do this again."
We drifted in the water for a while, but this time we maintained contact almost continuously. Finally, I sat down on my heels, which brought the water up to my shoulders, and pulled her over to me. She sat crosswise on my lap, resting her head on my shoulder again for a while as I held her against me in silence, just enjoying the feeling of closeness. After a few minutes, she pushed herself away from me, squealing as I grabbed her foot just before she got away and pulled her back. She settled back down on my lap with a smile, this time straddling me.
"This feels nice," she said, giving me a quick kiss and cuddling in closer. The chill of the water really encouraged a lot of contact. As the minutes passed, we shifted against each other slightly from time to time, until I was surprised to feel the tip of my slightly-swollen cock pressing against her lower lips. A little unsure if it was accident or intent, I tested the situation by pressing gently against her, feeling her lips part slightly as I slid between them. Melissa rolled her hips a couple times, then lifted herself slightly off my lap. I took the hint, still hardly believing my situation, angling my hips for position and pulling her back down. She sighed and gave me a squeeze as I entered her, feeling her delicious warmth engulf my cock, which was rapidly reaching full hardness.
I don't know how long we sat like that, barely moving, just letting the motion of the water rock us, doing all the work for us. We kissed gently as we moved together, occasionally making sheepish eye contact. Finally, my long drought got the better of me, and I bucked slightly against her then tried to pull out before I exploded.
"No," she whispered in my ear as she squeezed me with both arms and legs, pulling herself firmly back down on my dick. With a slight groan, I rolled my hips forward, driving myself inside her as deep as I could. My arms tightened around her waist and I buried my face in the curve of her neck, drawing a gasp from her as I lost control, exploding inside her. After I stopped twitching, she sat up and took my face in her hands, giving me a quick kiss. "I have a feeling you needed that," she said with a wink. Then she shivered, and we agreed that it was time to get out of the water, as much as we were enjoying our little clinch. A few more minutes of swimming and floating to allow my erection to subside, and we headed back to shore.
We spent the drive back to the city mostly in silence, both a bit unsure what exactly had passed between us. I had never thought of her romantically or sexually before, as attractive as she was. I certainly wasn't looking for a relationship at that time, so the cuddling and kissing had part of me concerned that she'd get the wrong idea. Another part of me was worried that she had just given me a pity-fuck, which didn't seem unlikely, given her usual attitude toward relationships, or that she was simply using me for her own pleasure with no feelings. I wasn't sure which thought bothered me more. Finally, I pulled up in front of her building, a newer high-rise condo complex in Osborne Village. She directed me to Visitor Parking.
"I owe you supper, remember? Come on in and I'll order a pizza in a little bit." Pizza sounded good to me, so I did as instructed and we headed inside together. Once inside, she Melissa promptly rushed to start tidying up all the little things that were out of place as women tend to do when they have company. "You probably want to take a shower after the beach," she said to me, mid-tidy. "I know I do. Why don't you get started while I finish this up?" I nodded and headed for the bathroom.
Melissa's condo was quite a high end one for that area of the city, and her master bathroom was fantastic. Granite tile shower, about 4' by 6', with dual shower heads, overhead "rain shower" and massaging jets. I was still playing with all the settings when I heard the bathroom door open. I assumed she was just popping in to ask me something, so I was surprised when she wandered casually around the corner into the shower cubby, wonderfully naked, and started rinsing her hair. She laughed at my surprise and gave me a playful slap. "What's the big deal? We've spent almost the whole day naked together, why get all shy about it now? Plenty of room in here for two."
I had to agree with her, but I still couldn't help checking out her amazing body as she soaped and rinsed. What is it about a woman in the shower that's so incredibly sexy? I felt myself growing hard, and I had no way of disguising it. "Why so quiet?" she asked.
I hesitated a minute before answering. "Melissa...I hate to sound like an awkward teenager, but I'm feeling a little...off balance right now. I just...I don't really know what that was between us at the beach. I don't want...I mean, no offense, but I'm not really..."
She turned around, interrupting me by slipping her arms around my waist and pressing her body up against mine. "What I know, is that we started something that has a long way to go before it's finished. So don't think too hard, ok? At least not yet." She stood up on her toes slightly to kiss me while her hand went lower to stroke my stiffening cock. "Speaking of hard..." She slowly sank to a squatting position, replacing her hand with her mouth. The sensation was as incredible as it was unexpected, and I eased myself back to lean against the wall while she went to work. I responded by taking down the shower wand and using the massaging spray on her hair, shoulders, and back. "Mmmm...you're such a nice man," she purred up at me between sucks. "Has anyone ever told you that?"
"Once or twice," I answered, thoroughly enjoying her gentle attentions. She was clearly in no rush to get results, letting me relax and enjoy. After ten minutes or so (hard to judge time while receiving a nice BJ),
I felt the tension start to build as I approached orgasm. I tightened my hips and started pushing gently into her mouth, but instead of playing along, she stopped.
"I don't think so," she warned me. "Not yet." She got to her feet and leaned back against the far side of the shower, propping one foot up on one of the various small ledges around the shower. I suspected it was no accident that this opened up her neatly trimmed pussy to my view. "Well?" she asked pointedly, running a finger along her wet pussy lips. "Let's see what you've got."
Without hesitation, I dropped to the floor in front of her, gently took hold of her legs for balance, and kissed my way up her thigh too the waiting main attraction. It had been almost two years since I'd given oral (Tanis had been very self-conscious about it, and so it had been the first element of our sex life to disappear), so I decided to spend a few minutes getting reacquainted with the territory. Melissa clearly had no complaints, wriggling her hips and cooing softly at me as I licked and kissed my way all around the outside of her labia, then gradually working my way closer. When I finally parted her lips and ran my tongue along the inside, she gasped and put one hand on the back of my head to hold me in place. Good to know I hadn't lost my touch. I slowly worked my tongue deeper into her slit, working my way from top to bottom to top again. She moaned softly when I pushed the tip of my tongue inside her, gasped when I moved up and found her swollen clit. I gave the whole area plenty of attention, nibbling on her lips, dipping into her honeypot, flicking her clit gently, then harder as her arousal increased. When she groaned out loud and grabbed my hair with both hands to pull my head closer, I responded by gently disengaging myself. She protested, but when I turned off the water and guided her out of the shower, she didn't resist.
I toweled myself quickly so I wouldn't drip, while she patted her hair, then slipped into a fluffy robe she kept the door. Before she could do it up, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her through the living room to the bedroom, tossing her onto the king-size bed and climbing on after her. She landed spread-eagled on her back, so I took advantage of her pose to dive back between her spread thighs and pick up where I'd left off. She wrapped her legs around my shoulders and held on tight as I drove my tongue as deep inside her as I could, shooting for her g-spot but falling short (Gene Simmons I'm not!). Spreading her lips wide with my fingers, I moved upward and assaulted her clit with the tip of my tongue, flicking back and forth across her nub, up-and-down, then side-to side, then swirling in circles. When I latched my lips around her button and sucked, she lost it completely. Her fingers tangled painfully in my hair, her hips bucked violently off the bed, and she groaned through gritted teeth as her orgasm took her. Finally, she’d had too much of a good thing, and she pushed my head roughly away, holding me back while she caught her breath.
"Holy fuck," she gasped. "Oh my God. I can't breathe!" A couple deep breaths to collect herself, and she smiled down at me, still cradling my head in her hands. "Mmm. That was nice."
"Looks like I wasn't the only one who needed something," I grinned back at her, gently stroking her thigh with my fingertips.
She just shifted on the bed and pulled my face toward hers. "Just shut up and fuck me, ok?"
Who was I to refuse a lady? I kissed my way across her flat tummy and up her chest, paying a quick visit to each of her nipples on the way past, then our lips locked, tongues meeting for the first time as I positioned myself and plunged deep into her warm wetness in a single smooth stroke. Melissa hooked her heels together behind my back and we wrestled together like that for a while, with her eventually ending up on top, which was fine by me. I had a wonderful view of her perky tits, as well as the rapturous look on her face as she rocked back and forth, grinding herself down firmly against my pubic bone, and when she leaned back and started bouncing her hips vigorously, I helped her out by finding her clit with my thumb, and she moaned loudly with the extra stimulation. Suddenly, she started thrashing wildly as she came again, less violently than the first time, but I was still concerned she might do me an injury in that position. Luckily, I survived, and when she rolled off me for a moment of recovery, I had just the thing in mind for the next position.
Grabbing her around the waist, I lifted her off the mattress and carried her up to the head of the bed, setting her down on her knees facing the wall. Taking hold of her wrists, I spread her arms wide, pinning her hands against the wall as I moved in behind her. She was wet enough, and I was hard enough, that my cock needed no guidance to find her hole, and she half-groaned/half-whimpered as I thrust to the hilt inside her again. My orgasm had backed off after the shower, granting me wonderful staying power, but I could feel it building inside my balls again as I increased the tempo of my thrusts. As Melissa moaned and started thrusting back against me, I knew I was reaching the point of no return. I grabbed her almost roughly around the waist, fingers of one hand pressing against her clit as I rammed into her as hard as I could. One stroke, two strokes. I felt her start the tell-tale shudder which meant she was cumming again. Three strokes. Four, five. That was it! I slammed into her as hard as I could, pinning her flat against the wall as the first blast of jizz tore almost painfully from the tip of my cock. Spurt after spurt as I held her there until at last my convulsions subsided and I collapsed back on the bed, pulling her back on top of me. She rolled carefully off me, my arms still around her waist, my softening dick still inside her, and we spooned for a while as we caught some well-deserved rest.
"You're right," she whispered almost dreamily. "We both needed that."