by ZeTempter
The Beach and the Golden Couple
She lay at the top of the hill watching, as she had done so many times before, the beach. The sky was just beginning to lighten in the east and the strip of white sand lay empty before her…empty and expectant. In her mind she could almost hear it holding its breath awaiting the coming day. She waited also…waited and watched and remembered.
So many days she had lain here. So many things she seen. So many times she had wished she was down there…with them…a part of them…but always her nerve failed her. Always she had crept away at the end of the day…her longing unfulfilled…her desires unabated. Even now…just remembering…she could feel the tingling between her legs..the flame of passion waiting to be awakened in her body…in her loins…in her mind. With a determined shudder she pushed the feeling away…not yet…not yet…too soon…oh much too soon.
The lightening sky showed the dawning of a clear, beautiful day but as the sun began to rise it also showed the brilliant reds and oranges and purples of moisture in the air. There would be a storm today…from the colors it could be a big one. Today could be the dawning of an almost perfect days…the beach…a storm…the people…perfection.
As she watched the first car pulled up to the beach…the red van…the man with the white hair. She wondered who he would bring with him today….the busty blond or the petit brunette. She smiled when she saw it was the blond. How she strutted that one. She was a show all by herself. They both emerged from the car, as she knew they would, naked and headed down to the beach. The man liked to be first..to stretch out on the wave cleansed sand..to leave the very the first footprints of the day. “He must feel like an explorer,” she thought, “like the first man to walk on the moon.”
She watched until they spread their towels and then she looked away. She knew what came next so she left them to their privacy and turned her attention back to the road. She wasn’t really a voyeur…just a dreamer who someday longed for the courage to turn her dreams into reality.
She reached into her picnic basket and pulled out a cold diet pepsi and an egg salad sandwich. “Breakfast,” she thought to herself, “breakfast with my friends.”
She watched the sun as it crept majestically over the horizon and spilled it golden light onto the awaiting ocean…”How beautiful.” she thought as she did at each sunrise that she saw. In her heart she felt sorrow for the multitude who never bore witness to this wondrous sight. It was the sun who brought her to this spot those weeks ago…the search for the perfect spot to watch the sunrise…the beach had been an accidental and wonderful bonus and had opened her eyes to another, completely different world then she had ever known before. A world she longed to join but….always the but…..
Other cars were arriving now…the morning people. Some she recognized…they came almost daily…others she had never seen before..at least not that she remembered. How natural they all looked…naked and so relaxed with their bodies. Some were beautiful to look upon…others not so beautiful…but all moved with an awareness that seemed to imbue their essence with a glow and that alone made them pleasing to see.
A blue van pulled up and her heart jumped in her chest. She recognized it. It belonged to one of the special people. She held her breath as the door opened. He was an average looking man…a little stocky…brown curly hair…his body smoothly, gloriously tanned. How she wished she could see the color of his eyes. She had seriously considered purchasing binoculars but that, she decided, would have been too much of an invasion of their privacy.
He slipped on a pair of sunglasses and removed something from the dashboard of the car and then closed the door and walked around to the other side. As he opened that door he smiled softly…gently at the other person who sat inside. He reached in and escorted her from the car. She stood tall…stately…head held high…naked except for the collar about her neck. He looked at her with such affection…such pride. He touched her cheek softly then attached the leash he was holding to her collar and, with a slight tug, led her down the path towards the beach.
Hungrily her eyes followed the strange couple…envious of the women and wishing that is could be her being led at the end of that leash. How proudly she walked…her head held high…her body erect…her gaze fixed on the man striding before her.How often he looked back at her…helping her over rough spots on the path..always with a expression of affection and pride.
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The golden couple, for her tan was a deep as his, moved down the beach to a sandy spot by a large rock outcropping. Other eyes followed them as they moved but no one said a word…only gave them a friendly smile of acknowledgement. The golden man sank to the warming sand and, after the encouragement of a slight tug on the leash, she knelt down beside him.
The sun was warm now…it was almost 10 in the morning…and he leaned back against the rock and seemed to just gaze at his kneeling companion…drinking in her golden honey beauty. Beauty? Arianna paused…the leashed companion wasn’t really beautiful, not by normal standards, but she gave off such a glow of love and joy and contentment, expressions that were reflected in his every movement and gaze, that they seemed to be the most stunning couple on the beach. It seemed so obvious that there was something other then just love…just sex that linked this couple together…there was something else…something she, as yet, did not understand.
Others were arriving now…some regulars…some new…each staking out claims on tiny portions of the beach. It amused her how people always gravitated to the spot where the golden couple lay…the men drinking her down with thirst parched eyes…the women, at first looking scornful, then, as time passed, furtively looking at her with barely disguised envy. And the couple…they seemed oblivious to anything but the beach and the sun and the sand and each other.
With a gentle tug he let the honeyed one know he wanted her to lie in the sunlight. Gracefully as a cat she stretched her body then lie prone, smiling up at him and waiting. He kissed her gently then attached a thin leather cuff to each hand. He pulled two stakes from his bag and staked her arms at a comfortable angle into the sand. When he had first done this Arianna had been outraged…how could he do this to her…then she realized that the honeyed one was smiling at him lovingly. The stakes were small…she could have pulled her hands free at any time…but she never did. Never, Ari realized, would the honey one deny him his pleasure.
The golden male glanced upwards and seemed to be looking directly at her. Arianna pulled back and held her breath…he had done this several times in the past few weeks and, even though she knew she was well hidden on the cliff, it was almost as if he knew she was there…..watching. Then he smiled softly and went back to the work at hand and Arianna breathed a sigh of relief.
Next he removed two more slender cuffs and attached them to his mates ankles. He gently opened her legs wide and then staked them into place. And there she lay…golden…her body open to the rays of the sun…and to his admiring eyes. Arianna giggled as people began to find excuses to walk past…pretending not to be looking…and, as a result, often stumbling as they passed the calm, softly smiling, totally exposed women. She could not count the number of men who had fallen at the woman’s feet and had desperately tried now to look into that honey triangle as they arose. The man grinned as he pretended not to notice the envy and admiration and ineptitude on their faces.
He reached again into his seemingly bottomless bag and pulled out a tube of oil and began to apply it to his companions body. Arianna could see the woman’s muscles respond to his touch like a contented cat. Although she was too far away to see Ari was certain that the woman’s nipples would now be hard….erect as he gently massaged the oil into her breasts. Then his hands moved downwards….her stomach…her legs…and finally his hand applied the oil between her legs. The woman’s body shuddered and Ari could almost see the desire rising from the woman in great hot waves. He moved methodically … casually … not seeming to notice the passion he was causing as his mate began to writhe on the sand. He would bring her close….so close….then, almost absentmindedly, draw his hand away and leave her panting with her desires. Once….twice…a dozen times he did this…bringing his honeyed friend to the brink of desire then drawing back.
Ari could see the honeyed ones mouth moving as she looked at the man, her expression pleading, her desire obvious even from this distance. He looked up, a surprised expression on his face as if he had no idea what he had been doing to her, but Ari was certain that his eyes were twinkling behind his glasses. The whole beach seemed to be trying not to watch as the man bent and kissed her open lips…then his hand slipped between her legs again and this time did not stop. Even here….at the top of the cliff … Ari swore she could here her animal cries of passion and satisfaction that seemed to go on and on and on. And the look of pride on his face almost took her breath completely away.
Ari didn’t even remember when her own hand had slipped between her nether lips, she only really realized when her own cries began to echo the woman’s on the beach. So aroused was she that she could not silence her own passion until finally, spent, she rolled over, exhausted, on her back.
She didn’t know how long she lay there or even if she had fallen asleep but she must have for she was awakened by a single drop of rain splashing on her face. She was startled to see a darkened sky and an ocean angry with seacaps and waves. The storm had moved in while she slept. The beach was almost deserted. The golden couple was no where to be seen. Sadly Ari realized that she had missed the opportunity to watch him gently lead his mate from the beach back to the waiting van.
As the rain began to fall Ari gathered her things and packed them up. Then she slowly, painfully, began the struggle to stand. She heard a car stop. Footsteps sounded on the path.
She stopped…frozen. Was it the unknown owners of this property? The police? She longed to run but knew she didn’t have the time to even stand before the person reached her hiding place so she stayed frozen…sinking back to the ground…waiting.
The footsteps came up behind her and stopped. Ari held her breath…wanted to bury her head beneath the ground…waiting for the yelling to start…the accusations to begin…but there was only silence. Then she felt a pair of arms around her…easing her movements…helping her to stand without pain…a pair of golden arms. She looked up. He smiled. He got her on her feet … never saying a word…handed her the picnic basket…and smiled softly at her. That same, wonderful smile she had imagined so often in her dreams. His fingertips gently brushed her lips like a mini salute…a petit kiss…and then he was gone.
Air’s body trembled….she stared at the spot where he had stood only a moment before….her mind was in turmoil. How had he known? What did it mean? Or did it mean anything?
He body tingled where he had touched her…a warm, seductive tingle but her face burned with shame at being caught. She could never return here again…never…never.
But as she walked slowly down the path to her car she knew that nothing….nothing in this world would be able to keep her away.
