In The Surf
My son owned a small beach house close to Cape Coral, Florida. It was a rather nice two-story home right on a white, sandy, remote beach. In fact, it felt remote enough for me, once in a while, to go and sun nude behind one of the dunes there. It was a beautiful place, and I really felt proud of my son for having learned so much, and worked so hard, that he could afford such a fantastic second home.
I rather enjoyed the occasional trip that I would make to the beach house, and my son had called and asked me to go down to the beach to keep an eye on his daughter, Ellen, and his, Robbie.
It seemed that, if I wasn’t busy during that week, the two kids would stay with me, there on the beach, for a little mini vacation, while Robert and his wife went on a second honeymoon type of thing together.
In the mornings, I liked to go for a little walk and check out what kind of wild life I would find in the tidal pools. Sometimes, you could find tide pool octopuses — those tiny little ones. I thought I had heard at one time that the red ones were poisonous, and the black ones weren’t. I had no idea. I just knew that I had no plans to either eat one or step on one of either color.
Anyway, Ellen and Robbie weren’t up yet. I went for my walk and came back to the beach house, and stayed downstairs to use the bathroom. Neither of them were up yet, so, I went upstairs and tapped lightly on their doors, to try waking them to go out to breakfast with me.
Robbie mumbled something and I heard his bed squeak. I tapped on Ellen’s door again, and there was no answer. I opened the door a crack, and I could see Ellen, my granddaughter, lying in bed, the covers thrown off.
She was stark naked. She had one leg bent at the knee, lying on her back, and I could see her spread pussy lips, her pussy dotted with downy, soft-looking, but jet-black hair. Her breasts were round and firm, and the nipples were excited in the state of sleep, erect and inviting.
I turned around and saw Robbie watching me. He was right behind me, looking through the
cracked door. I closed her door gently. I didn’t know what to say. “I wasn’t peeking,” I said. “She didn’t answer...”
“Hot, isn’t she?” he asked.
I was slightly dumbfounded. “You shouldn’t like, you know, Robbie, you shouldn’t be talking about your sister that way.”
He laughed at me as we went downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs, he turned to me. He was still wearing only his shorts; he hadn’t dressed.
“Tell me you wouldn’t fuck her if she wasn’t your granddaughter,” he suddenly said. “Tell me she didn’t give you a woody. She gave me one.”
“That’s beside the point,” I said. “Let’s go in and have some coffee and wait for her to come on down, and then, we’ll go out for breakfast.”
“I have a better idea,” said Robbie as we made our way to the kitchen. “Let’s just have a quick breakfast here, and just go on out to the beach and soak up some sun.” I noticed that there was a rather large bulge there in his shorts. Apparently, Ellen’s lying naked had given him a hard on, just like me.
We sat at the table, and Robbie poured us both a cup of coffee I had made before I went for my morning walk.
“I need to get a couple of things at the store,” I told Robbie. “I checked the fridge, and it’s nearly empty. So, I figured we would go out for breakfast, do a little shopping, and come back and stock the refrigerator.”
He nodded.
Ellen came down, and Robbie didn’t get up and cover his underwear. She was wearing a white short robe.
“Sorry, fellas, looks like I kinda overslept,” she said.
I told her our plans as she sat and had some coffee.
“Sounds exciting,” she said. Her voice and her face belied the remark.
I shook my head. “You two are spoiled, I guess.”
We had breakfast at a local touristy place, and went and got some supplies for the house. Robbie grabbed a couple of twelve-packs of beer.
“You old enough for that?” I asked.
He nodded. “Turned twenty-one last month, Grandpa. I think your memory is like, going away quick. Senile dementia, you know?”
Senile dementia, indeed, I thought. I got the beer. I thought it would be kind of nice to sit on the beach and have a couple of cold ones while the kids played in the surf. And, then I realized, they weren’t kids any more. They didn’t do things like play in the surf. They did things like listen to bad music, lay around on the beach checking out other people, drive cars, things like that. But, to me, they would always be kids. I couldn’t explain that to myself.
We got home around noon. I made some sandwiches, took a shower, threw on my trunks, and waited for the kids to get out of the shower and come on down.
When Ellen came down wearing what she called a bikini, I damn near fell over.
“That is what you’re wearing outside?” It was pink. There was a little pink triangle that almost covered her pussy, and two little triangles that covered her nipples.
She nodded. “Get with it, Grandpa, this is no longer like, the 1900's. We’re well into the next millennium. Remember?”
Naked is still naked. I hadn’t thought that the definitions had changed simply because the year had ticked over a few years back, and we were dealing with different digits.
We headed out to the little strand of beach in front of the house. Not really a privately-owned beach, there was absolutely no one around except us, anyway.
We spread out a blanket, and I put down the cooler of beer. Robbie grabbed one and sat, drinking it.
Ellen opened a little bag and pulled out some sun tan lotion. She handed it to me.
“While you’re sitting there filling your belly full of that nasty beer, you may as well make yourself useful and rub some ointment on me.”
I took the plastic bottle and sat there while she lay down on her tummy, spreading her legs a little, waiting for me to start rubbing her body with sun tan lotion. The string of her bikini disappeared between her pink, round ass cheeks. All there was at her back was a string that tied in the back. She took care of that, reaching around and undoing the tie the held her top in place. For all practical purposes, she was naked, and my cock was responding, sticking up and tenting my
trunks.
I rubbed the ointment on my hands, and then, started rubbing it on her feet and calves. I rubbed it in thoroughly, then got some more from the bottle. Touching her soft, pliant skin was really turning me on, making my cock throb and ache. From my vantage point, I could see where the string went to her ass hole, and I could plainly see her pussy lips, with hairs poking out in one direction or another. I knew that Robbie was looking, too. She may as well have been naked.
I swallowed, and moved one of my hands off her to get a swallow of beer. This could be interesting, I thought, and then felt guilty that I was having these thoughts about my grand daughter.
“Here, let me help,” said Robbie. He moved over in front of her, his crotch right in her face. He had a hard on; his swimming suit was one of those tiny ass little bikini bottoms that some men wear. I could see the outline of his hard cock, and his balls.
He took some ointment and started rubbing and massaging her back with the slippery ointment. He moved slowly down to her ass cheeks, and then, she reached to the sides of the thing, and pulled the string away from the crack of her ass! She was now completely naked, and my cock just jumped and twitched at the sight of her pussy lips and her ass hole. She spread her legs even more, giving me a really great view of her hairy pussy.
Robbie reached down and kneaded her ass cheeks, spreading them, pulling them outward. I could clearly see her ass hole when he did this, and it spread her pussy lips apart a little.
“Turn over,” Robbie said, his voice sounding a little thicker, almost cracking.
She did. She turned over, her tits and pussy now completely exposed.
“Wow,” whispered Robbie. “She’s wet.”
She was, indeed, wet. Her pussy, spread out, showed her inner lips, moist and pink.
Robbie suddenly stood and removed his trunks, his hard dick sticking up in the air. She knelt over her face. “Here, Ellen, suck this while I play with your tits.”
She reached up and grabbed a hold of his cock, pulling it down to her face. I moved my hands up, almost involuntarily, and touched her pussy lips. I ran my fingers through the soft, downy hair, and over her lips. I moved a finger gently into her pussy, just a little bit of the way. Obviously, these two were no strangers to having sex with each other.
I fingered her clitoris, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her. Her body began to quiver as Robbie tweaked her nipples and I rubbed her clitoris. She suddenly jerked and her body was wracked with spasms. She had cum.
She pulled Robbie’s cock out of her mouth and told me, “Fuck me, Grandpa.”
I decided I would that. I stood and removed my trunks, my dick pointing straight out.
“Goddamn,” said Robbie. “Look at the size of that thing.”
Ellen’s eyes widened, and she gazed at my cock. “That is rather large, Grandpa.”
I dove between her outstretched legs, and guided my dick into her wet pussy. I began to move in and out as she took Robbie’s dick back into her mouth. She came again and again, her body moving under mine to meet my strokes with her own. Robbie pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot hot cum all over her face, and some on mine, too.
I felt the point of no return coming on me, and I pulled out of her, and stroked my dick about four times, pointing it at her belly. I let loose with huge loads of thick, ropy cum that covered her belly and her tits, too.
She was covered with cum.
After a few minutes, she got up and went running into the water, washing the cum from her belly and tits. Robbie and I raced to the water, and I got out and sat back on the towel, opened my cooler, and took out a beer. That’s the way it’s supposed to be, I thought. Me, sitting on the beach, having a beer, and the kids playing in the surf...
--- B. B., Florida
