Skinny Dipping

My wife’s ashes had laid cold in a box for four months. We were together forty-four years; we met when we were eighteen. I had sold my house, given most of the money to my kids, and was living with friends in another state. And I was traveling. 

It was January, I’m a writer, and Puerto Rico for three weeks sounded good, which is how I found myself in a tiny studio apartment in a working-class neighborhood. And just down the road, I’d found a beach that was almost always empty. 

I hiked a few hundred yards from the boardwalk and found an isolated spot in the dunes where the palm trees provide shade all day. I spent a lot of time there talking with God and looking for myself. I hadn’t flown solo in a long time. It’s not as easy as it looks. 

I woke up at 04:30 one morning in the middle of the week. Being awake with nothing better to do, I drove out to the beach. The parking lot was empty, and there wasn’t a soul in sight as I reached my spot. I pulled off my backpack and set up my black folding chair.

Then, I did something I had wanted to do for years. I stripped off my clothes and stuffed them into the pack, and stood naked in the sea. I stood with my legs braced against the waves, and my arms raised towards the sky. The moon was a sliver, and the star field was amazing. I could feel myself getting slowly hard as the salt spray and sea mist gently played with my cock. 

I reached down and began stroking, gently in rhythm with the rolling tide. The water was warm around my knees and the sensation of being absolutely free, open and vulnerable, a nude speck in an unimaginable universe was exhilarating. I stopped stroking and just stood there breathing as the frustration and sadness of the past months melted away into the briny Atlantic. 

I had every intention of getting back to it, but after a big wave nearly knocked me on my ass, I decided I needed a better set up. So, I got my chair and sat in it with my feet being massaged by the foam as the waves crested, broke, and finally running out of forward momentum, were reduced to bubbles and churning sand as they turned and went back to sea.

I leaned back with my legs spread wide and my ass just hanging on the edge of the seat. I closed my eyes and relished the sensation of wind and spray on bare skin. Then, I reached down and grasped my dick around the base. I gripped firm but loose and began gently rubbing myself. 

I opened my eyes when I felt her hand on mine as it moved up and down. There she was, glowing before me in the surf. Perhaps she was a sea nymph or a spirit from the depths. I’m not really sure. All I know is that she had the appearance of my beloved. She rose out of the ocean, her ankles and calves submerged randomly as the tide rolled back and forth. And she smiled at me with that wicked, impish expression that promised sensual torment before ecstatic satisfaction.

She looked the way I remembered her when we were young. Smooth and supple skin, long brunette hair, green eyes and dimples, and perky tits that I knew one day would be different from nursing four children, but still just as beautiful. 

She smiled at me and held a finger to her lips when I tried to speak. I looked down as she lowered herself to her knees, leaned forward and kissed my thigh. She ran her tongue along the curve of my inner leg and continued to stroke me, ever so slowly. 

My hand moved up and down, the motion of the water setting the tempo. The breeze had my nipples stone hard, and I pinched one as I continued slowly stroking and massaging my throbbing dick. I fought to keep my eyes open, as my breath began to grow shallow. 

I felt the anticipation build, and I wrestled with the decision to slow down and make it last, or hurry up and at least get back into the dunes, lest some early beach comber appear from the shadows and catch me. For a moment, I was fourteen again, looking at my Penthouse naked and whacking off violently in the living room because the sense of danger increased the pleasure. 

I took both hands and held tightly to the chair as I tried to catch my breath with dawn hinting to the east. Every nerve ending was on fire with growing intensity, and I could feel her there in the stiffening breeze, the pounding surf, the cool water and warm air. 

I exhaled sharply as I clenched my eyes shut, reached down and resumed stroking myself, faster now, and gripping more tightly than before. 

When she began licking my head, I drew in a quick breath. It had been a long time since I had felt her hot breath and saliva on my dick. When she slowly took it into her mouth, her tongue flicking back and forth and all around, I gasped. I could feel the pressure of her lips, the sweet wetness of her mouth, and the tingling, tickling, maddeningly sensual feel of her tongue exploring my most sensitive spots. 

She always loved to give head, and we learned together what felt good, and what felt amazing. With her head bent down over my lap I could see her perfect ass glimmering, the tide occasionally splashing into it as it forced her head to go further down on me. The wind blew her hair in crazy patterns, and I could feel it brushing my naked thigh as she expertly pulled me closer to the coming explosion and subsequent release and relief. 

My hand ran up and down the full length of my cock as I increased pressure a little. I could see the light of dawn teasing the sky. A rogue wave rose from the tide and splashed over my legs and torso, the warm water caressing my cock as I smiled after gasping and resumed slowly stroking as my other hand massaged my balls. 

The cool breeze on my wet skin increased my sense of arousal, sending shivers of hyper-stimulation through my body. I felt no shame, no ridicule, as I slowly but intentionally increased the intensity of my efforts. I was close, but not ready to lose myself in the climax, choosing instead to force myself to take it slow and steady. 

I noticed her right hand was between her legs and moving in rhythm with mine and the tide. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as she began methodically moving her head up and down. I could feel the pressure as she applied suction, and the silky warm wet of her inner cheeks. I couldn’t see her pussy in the darkness, but I could see her arm moving at a steady beat and knew she was doing it for me. 

She loved to masturbate for me, she knew it drove me crazy. She would begin slowly rubbing herself with two fingers, moving her clit between them as her wetness became noticeable on her inner thighs. Her legs would spread wide, her lovely cunt open and gaping. She would look at me and smile at my growing hunger as she slid her middle finger into herself. Her tongue would brush against her lips as she closed her eyes and began rubbing her pussy with her palm, pushing and pulling her finger in and out of her glistening cunt. She would bring herself to the brink of orgasm, then slip her finger out. She would always put it in her mouth as she sucked it with a grin. 

After that, she would lie across the bed and just play with my dick that was always ready to explode after watching her private show. She would fondle and lightly touch me, tickling my scrotum and rubbing the oily liquid that escaped from my tip with one finger. 

Sometimes she would grow chatty, talking aimlessly about random whatever as she playfully stroked, nibbled, and licked my engorged cock. She knew it drove me wild, and she loved it. She would have her ankles crossed and her legs spread just enough for me to reach down and touch her dripping vulva lightly on the lips with my arm resting on her luscious ass. If I tried to shift around to get a better handle on her, she would bite the head of my dick, not painfully, but forceful enough to remind me who was in control. 

She was always in control, even now.

I could almost feel her wetness on my skin as she rocked her hips and began devouring me with gusto. I longed to slip a foot between her legs, but my feet were buried in the sand. I burned with a need to reach down and feel her hair laced in my fingers as she coddled and caressed me with lips, tongue, teeth, spit and hot breath. But I didn’t reach down to touch her, fearing that one wrong move would send her back into the sea before I came. 

I turned my hand backwards and continued to stroke my cock not fast, but no longer slowly. I can’t stroke like this for long, it hurts my wrist, but the increased friction on the base of my head coupled with the risk, the adrenaline, and the sensory overload of air, water, sand and fading starlight made me close my eyes and begin rocking my hips. 

The blood rushing through my ears almost matched the sound of the ocean that whispered and moaned with expectation, its relentless motion driving my arm in a constantly growing motion. Up, down, up, down, faster, faster, harder, don’t think, don’t feel, don’t ponder or push, just roll with the water and wind and pleasure yourself in naked glory.

She wasn’t sucking my dick. She was fucking me with her mouth, and it was incredible. 

Her hand moved a bit faster, as the breeze grew stronger and the light of dawn became pink and orange on the eastern horizon. She started licking me up one side and then the other before taking the shaft of my dick into her mouth sideways. She looked up at me with my cock in her mouth like a bone and she laughed as she slid her head from side to side, stopping to suck my head briefly before going back to the stroking. Her hand around the base of my dick moved with purpose and when she deep throated me to the base, I knew I was close to cumming. 

She was moaning slightly, in tune with the wind and waves, and her mouth began moving with a sense of urgency. In the wan first light of day, I could see her two fingers buried in her pussy as she rubbed her clit with a palm, her sensuous, curved hips rocking gently. 

I let go of my cock and let her take over. She began stroking me faster and gripping it tighter. Her mouth rested on my head, her lips wrapped around the super sensitive edge where head meets cock, her tongue working furiously. Her hand jacking me off in tandem with the ever moving, ever more hungry mouth that engulfed me. I never wanted it to end, although the tingling sensation in my groin told me that the conclusion was near. I watched her hair glowing in the first rays of dawn and fell in love with her all over again. 

You know when your body is about to do what it was created to do—orgasm. My breathing was ragged as I slipped into the endorphins overload that the experience was producing and lost myself in a moment of pure, blissful self-pleasure. For a second, I no longer existed. There were only the sea and stars, sand and sunlight, and all around the globe, there were humans everywhere seeking the release that comes from the physical expulsion of fluid and breath. I was but one of them, who were also working themselves into a frenzy of sensual pleasure, either together or alone. 

I felt the orgasm building and nearly reached down to touch her hair as she continued to make fierce oral love to my cock. The surf thundered, the wind stiffened, the light grew brighter, and my beloved held my cock tighter as she licked, sucked, and stroked it with passion long forgotten. 

I howled at the sky as the waves of the little death wracked my body and pushed all of the happy buttons in my biochemistry. The joy of satisfaction rolled through me as I continued stroking, stretching and pulling my cock as it erupted with pulsing waves of cum. I stopped and shifted in the chair, my breathing began slowing down and my vision started to clear. When I looked, she was gone and my hand and stomach were glistening with cum. 

I cried for a while, grateful for the vision and fleeting moment of reunion with my love. Then I washed myself in the ocean and sat naked in my chair for a long time before getting dressed as daylight became pronounced. I didn’t want to see the inside of a Puerto Rico jail. There are nudity laws here, and although many beaches are private enough, there are no clothing optional beaches.

I spent the day sunbathing and daydreaming about her. I know that she is always around. I can feel her presence, though I rarely see her. 

But I know we will always be together, even if I must go solo for a while longer across these seductive seas.