Alone Then Not

My wife and I were alone on a wide-open stretch of South Padre Island, well into the nude beach section. We had gotten there a few weeks after a hurricane had washed some major debris onto the beach: televisions, refrigerators, staircases, and more. Much of the debris was near the dunes, as though these six foot piles of sand had blocked those objects from going any further.

I was photographing some brown pelicans and a lone blue heron. I could see my wife down the beach picking up seashells. From where I was, she didn’t look naked, but I knew better. She was wearing a short, black beach cover-up which covered nothing. The mesh was so loose that when you were as close as 15 or 20 feet, you could see that she had nothing on underneath and she may as well have been completely naked. 

Since I had the telephoto lens on, I took a couple of shots of her bending over, picking up shells, wandering the beach fully exposed. I started to get a little hard. I headed her way. 

Where we were, the dunes were about 1,000 feet from the edge of the water. As I started walking toward her, I turned to see a vehicle approaching from the south. Probably a fisherman, I thought. Maybe he’ll stop and set up down there. 

My cock was now pointing me toward my wife. As I got to her, I was more than a little aroused, but the truck did not stop to the south and it wasn’t a fisherman. It was a prison work crew cleaning up the beach. They stopped back by the dunes. I could see the jump suits and some kind of seal on the door of the truck. Four or five men got out and started working while a guard stood watch. We couldn’t make out faces given our distance. I wondered for a moment if they worked on the nude beach often and if that wasn’t a little cruel, taking prisoners to a place where they might easily see naked men and women.

But I was distracted by my hardening dick. I asked my wife to grab it. She did, and led me closer to the water, where we sat together. She obviously knew I was very horny and I could see that her nipples were really hard. That might have just been from the wind, but when she gripped my dick, I knew she was a little randy herself.

Since we were now not alone, I said we couldn’t be obvious. We sat close with our backs to the crew. She started massaging my cock, making it stand straight up. I reached between her thighs and started teasing her pussy. Within a minute, she was wet.

I was already leaking and she used my precum as lube, which made me moan. As we sat there on the beach, I was sliding my right middle finger into her pussy and she was sliding her right hand up and down my shaft. She moaned. I gasped. She moaned again and started to lay back to give me easier access to her pussy. I told her she couldn’t, that the crew could see what we were up to then. She sat upright again, but spread her legs wider.

Another minute or two and she was on the edge. I fingered her furiously, grazing her clit and sliding a second finger inside her. She groaned aloud. My hand was insistent, my middle finger and ring finger straddling her clit. Her hand gripped my cock tight as though for stability. Since it was now hard as a post, it served and her tight grip felt incredible. Another second and she cried out and threw her head back as her orgasm rolled through her body. I kept rubbing her. She spasmed against my fingers. After a minute, she grabbed my hand to stop me, regained herself and started to focus again on my now steely cock. She reached her fingers inside her pussy and soaked her hands and started stroking me again with her juices as lube. I groaned at the touch of her warm, wet fingers on my hardon. She stroked me at warp speed and within a minute, I gave a shout and spurted cum all over my chest, belly, cock, and her hand.

We sat close and kissed. I lightly fingered her wonderful breasts, tracing lines to her nipples. She gave a small shudder and kissed me again. I looked back at the crew. They were all working but they were all facing our way. I wondered if any of them had gotten hardons while working and watching, since it was probably pretty obvious what we had been up to. 

My wife and I got up and rinsed my cum off our respective parts. She showed me her seashells. I showed her some of the pictures I’d taken. The crew climbed into the truck and drove on to the north and out of sight.