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Subject: {ASSM} Beach,   by deirdre  (mf)  -- reposted by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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Beach (mf)
by deirdre

***** 

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone. She was last heard from in late April 1996.
We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in alphabetical
order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her "retirement." In the
coming months, we will announce a "deirdre-fest" for next Spring.
Meanwhile, enjoy!  To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or
PleaseCain@aol.com.  

*****



Beach 
by deirdre

Judy had done rather well since high-school: she married a doctor  and
they lived in a very fine new house out in the country.  I  fantasized
about living in that house.

But even though we were in different social brackets now, we were 
still friends and got together quite a bit.  And she loved to do me 
favors: give us their football tickets when they couldn't attend a 
game (great seats!); invite us to their parties, though we hardly  knew
any of the people; take us out to some of the nice restaurants  that
they like to frequent.  But never anything as nice as their offer  last
summer: to spend a week with them at their house on the shore!

The house was beautiful!  It was two-story, vaguely shaped like a 
victorian house, with a wonderful living room with with a very high 
ceiling and a huge window overlooking the ocean, and a balcony... 
well, you get the picture.  And it was *very* remote: I think it was 
twenty miles to the nearest town, and there were *not* other such 
houses along the shore, which was just about deserted.  It took a lot 
of driving to reach that house, but it was well worth it.

Well, we got in really late, but the weather was great in the  morning,
and we spent all day on the beach, completely alone.  I felt  like one
of the wealthy set: our own private beach!  I sunned myself,  jumped in
the ocean, drank wine, read a novel, talked with Judy,  watched our
husbands, Jeff and Les, swimming and goofing off.   Finally we came in
as we were all going to get cleaned up and drive  off to this
restaurant that Judy and Les were telling us about.

We were all pretty sandy and Les led us to their patio, to a hose that 
we could use to wash most of it off.  He proceeded to spray Judy who 
stood in front of him and turned around.  Then Judy said that when 
they were alone, that they always undressed when they did this.

"Feel free," Jeff piped up, always ready with the crack.

"Were you going to give us a show, too?" I asked, grinning at him.

"Oh, it would have to be everyone," said Judy, "or it wouldn't be
fair!"   I looked back at her and studied--she *couldn't* be serious,
could  she?  She glanced at me, and caught my look, "Well, we *could*
do it,  you know;  just a little fun?"  She was grinning at me.

Could I do something like that?  Never in a million years did I ever 
think I'd be thinking about stripping nude in front of another couple. 
 What would it hurt?  Well, it would reduce the sand we tracked into 
the house.  Judy had her hand on the shoulder strap of her suit, ready 
to take it off when I agreed!  I glanced at Jeff who was grinning.  I 
looked at Judy and she must have read a *yes* in my look because  she
immediately pulled her shoulder straps down and peeled the suit  off!

I couldn't believe it!  Standing there with Judy naked in front of all 
of us!  I nervously fingered the shoulder strap of my own suit.  Judy 
was holding her arms up and slowly turning as Les sprayed her.  She 
was grinning from ear to ear.

Les turned to look at me: "You next?" he asked, an innocent  expression
on his face.

"I don't see you guys making any move," I replied.  Les responded by 
handing Judy the hose and slipping down his trunks.  I caught a 
glance, and then looked away.

"Go ahead and look, that's the whole idea," said Judy.  She was so 
matter-of-fact about the whole thing.  "Looking doesn't hurt 
anything."  I turned and looked.  Naturally I had seen most of his body
 all day, but it was still a shock--his cock right there for all to
see!   He held his arms up high and turned around just as Judy had. 
Judy  sprayed him.  Then she handed the hose to Jeff and informed me
that  it was my turn.

"Just peel it off, quickly," she added under her breath, as 
encouragement.  I did it!  I had the straps off my arms and was 
pulling the suit down over my legs in seconds.  I felt a lump in my 
throat, briefly, but in a minute, Jeff was spraying me and I held my 
arms up and turned around, both to get washed off and for all their 
benefit.  Then I demanded the hose from Jeff and he obliged us all by 
pulling off his trunks.  I found myself laughing as I sprayed him.

We didn't stick around out there like that, but with a little drying 
off, all herded into the house and soon Jeff and I were in our room, 
me in the shower and Jeff waiting his turn.  When we were done and 
getting dressed, Jeff spoke up about it.

"I can't believe you actually did that."

"You did it too," I returned.  "Do you think I'm prudish?"  I added.

"Well, you usually don't display any enthusiasm for ideas like that," 
returned Jeff.

"I don't recall such things being suggested before," I said and I knew 
that though I could keep the argument going, that basically he was 
right: that was out of character for me.  "Anyway," I added, "it was 
just a little adventure: it'll give us something to remember."

"So you're going to remember what Les looks like," said Jeff with a 
smirk.  I didn't dignify that with an answer but I thought about it and
 realized that what I would most remember was not seeing them, but 
stripping in front of them.

Soon we were all in the car and driving to dinner.  I had a little fear
 that we would talk about it, and someone did bring it up as we drove.

"Too bad we didn't have our camera out," said Judy.

"Oh, *right*!  We could sell some shots to Playboy," I said.

"We could *all* get rich," piped up one of the guys, smug with his 
compliment of sorts.

"Well, we *could* just take a few polaroids," said Judy.  We didn't 
talk any more about it that evening, but I began to wonder about  Judy.
 Later that night, we were alone in the rest room and I pressed  her on
it.

"What's this kick with stripping and polaroids?"  I asked.

"Oh, you admit it was a thrill, don't you?" she asked, "Just taking the
 pictures and having them for a little while before destroying them 
would be a kick."  Later that night, I caught myself thinking several 
times: could I go through with something like that?

The next day, we were out on the beach and Judy indeed had a  Polaroid
camera!  She didn't say anything about it, but seeing it there  kept me
on edge, a little.  I didn't know *how* I was going to get out  of
*this* smoothly.

So mid afternoon we were all headed in, and we gathered on the  patio
again and Judy had the camera in her hand!  She handed it to  me, and
said "OK, shoot."

Soon she had her suit off as Les sprayed her, and once again was 
turning around with her arms up in the air.  I sat there, staring--
what would I do?

"Take it," she said.  She sounded insistent.  I took the picture and 
Judy, who had been turning and turning while waiting for me, 
immediately took the hose and turned it on Les, who proceeded to  strip
and turn.

"OK, get him," said Judy.  I felt that lump in my throat again, but it 
passed quickly.  I snapped a picture of him and Judy traded the hose 
for the camera and soon I was watching Jeff strip.  In just seconds, 
he was washed and photographed and he was taking the hose from  me. 
"You can do it," said Judy to encourage me; I must have looked 
nervous.  Finally, I repeated the performance I had given they day 
before, and I heard the camera click.  Soon we were in the house and 
Judy had laid the pictures on the kitchen table and we were all up in 
our bedrooms, showering.  The next thing I knew, we were all down  in
the kitchen.  I looked at the photos on the table, taking in each  one.
 There I was, and there were our bodies, each being sprayed, but 
otherwise completely uncovered.  I still couldn't believe I'd done it.

The others looked over the pictures too.  Jeff asked Judy and Les if 
they ever just skipped their suits all day.  I was immediately 
embarrassed, but also, I'll admit, curious to hear their answer.

"No," said Judy, "we never did that, but we *have* gone out for a  walk
on the beach at night."  She giggled.  I couldn't help it: I started 
imagining walking along the beach in the dark with Jeff, both of us 
nude!  It really sounded very interesting, and I had to shake myself 
out of my revere.  I noticed that Judy had been watching me.

Later as we were eating, Judy volunteered: "We could go out walking  on
the beach tonight... "

"Nude?" asked Jeff, with a grin.  I had been thinking the same thing 
but I chided Jeff for saying it.

"Well," said Judy, "we could turn the lights off, and then you two 
could walk up the beach one way and we could go the other way."  She 
meant *nude*.

"Sounds... possible," I finally answered.  I could tell that everyone 
was seeing if I would be up for it.  Well, we had already all seen 
each other, and we'd probably just see a glimpse before walking  apart.

After supper and sunset, Judy suggested we all go slip on robes and  we
could turn off the lights in the house and meet on the patio.  We  had
all had some wine and were feeling pretty good.  I changed with  Jeff,
and I felt electric or something--this had to be the most daring  thing
I'd done in my life.  Soon we were all on the patio and Les  turned out
the last light.  I heard Judy giggling as they were saying  it was time
to take them off.  My eyes certainly were not adjusted  to the dark
yet.  I took off my robe and lay it over a chair.  Then I  grabbed
Jeff's arm.

"Are we all ready?" piped up Judy.  We all answered that we were.  It 
was getting so I could see and I had no trouble making out Judy's and 
Les's bodies.  It was so different: not innocent fun, but a sexually 
charged situation.

"Well, let's go," said Judy and she suggested a direction for us to 
walk and drew Les in the opposite direction up the beach.

Jeff and I held hands as we walked up the beach, but we didn't say 
anything.

"Nervous?" Jeff finally asked, quietly.

"Oh, no," I lied.

"A little bit?" he pressed.

"A little bit."

"Here," he said and he stopped and grabbed my other hand.  Soon we 
were kissing... not pressed against each other, but leaning over, 
holding hands, and touching our mouths.

"That was sweet," I said when we finally broke it.  I looked back 
toward the house and Jeff evidently noticed.

"Let's walk on," he said, taking my hand and drawing me on.  We  walked
a little further and I glanced back again, a little nervously, I 
guess.  Suddenly, Jeff pulled my body up against his and whispered in 
my ear "I love you."  Then our lips were together and soon I felt his 
tongue invading my mouth.  I locked my arms around his back and  pulled
him tightly to me.  He wasn't holding me as tightly: his hands  started
roaming lightly up and down my back.  I felt them cup my  rear and then
slide up again and wrap around me again.  I felt his  body pressed up
against my breasts.

We broke our kiss for a moment and he pulled me up against his  chest. 
In moments, we were kissing again, more urgently than  before.  Then he
whispered "I want you" in my ear.  My knees almost  buckled then and
there.  He gently lowered me down until I was  sitting on the sand and
sat beside me.

"Jeff," I said quietly.  I guess it was my tone of voice--I 
immediately realized I'd told him I didn't want to go further, and 
that he had understood.  "I'm sorry," I added, "We're too close... to 
*them*.  Later, OK?"

"What do you think *they're* doing?" asked Jeff, but I could tell he 
knew he'd only broken the mood even more by asking such a question.  
Secretly I felt a little guilty: I don't think I wanted to lie on my
back  on the sand--too icky.  But it didn't really matter what the
problem  was, did it?

"OK, let's stand, but let me kiss you again," said Jeff, finally.  I
was  relieved, especially when I felt again how he kissed me.  But soon
we  were walking back and then sitting on the patio, awaiting Judy and 
Les.  It felt funny to sit there nude, but it didn't seem right to
leave  them nude while we dressed.  Jeff lifted my feet in his lap and 
massaged them while we waited.  I couldn't wait until we got  upstairs.

It was a while before they came back.  "Well, how was it?" asked  Judy,
with no shame.

"Romantic," said Jeff, without missing a beat.  I immediately pulled 
on my robe, not waiting for the others: they had their chance to get 
dressed.  I pulled Jeff upstairs and had the lights out and had him in 
bed in seconds, and it couldn't have been better!

"Well, how'd you like it?" asked Judy the next morning.  She certainly 
wasn't shy about such things.

"It was..., well..., *primal*."

"I know what you mean," said Judy.

"I felt like we were the only people on earth, no civilization," I went
 on, "I *loved* it."

"Yes, I know the feeling," said Judy, "We only do it occasionally, so 
it's still special for us.  So you liked the feeling of being alone,
away  from civilization?"

"Well, I like my modern kitchen," I returned.

"And your bathroom, right?" added Judy.  "You know," she added, "we 
could make it even better for you."

"Huh?"  I asked, wondering what she could mean.

"I mean, you could be even further from civilization!  We could drive 
the two of you te miles down the coast and let you off on the beach, 
and come back later to pick you up."

I didn't know what had brought on this line of thinking.  "That's quite
 all right," I said.

"Think of it," said Judy.  She looked at me and evidently decided I 
was doing no such thing.  "I'm *serious*!  Imagine you and Jeff out 
there, alone, twenty miles from anyone, no one to turn to but each 
other!  I'd *love* that."

She *did* start me thinking about it.  "It would be *so* romantic," 
she went on.  "I know!"  I watched her face light up with another idea.
  "We could let you out in two different places and have you *find* 
each other, out there, alone on the beach!"

"Judy!"

"*Really!*  We could..., let you out about a mile apart and tell each
of  you which way to walk, and you could walk until you *find* each 
other!"

"Judy, thanks for thinking of us, but... "

"Really, it would be a *real kick*!"  And she wouldn't let me refuse.  
Well, I didn't agree to anything and I worried about how to get out of 
this.

But as I worried, I imagined it, and it *did* sound very intriguing.  
The next time Judy and I talked, she could see through me again and 
knew I was wondering what it would be like.  I felt embarrassed, but 
she didn't seem worried about such things and was planning away as  I
stood there listening.  Soon Jeff had been apprised of the plan and I 
knew there was no getting out of it.

So late one night I found Jeff and me in our robes and nothing else, in
 the back seat of their car as they drove us up the coast!  They said 
they were driving back to the house and would be back in three hours 
to pick us up.  They'd leave us a mile or two apart and to pick us up 
they would stop half way between the two points where they let us  off,
walk down to the beach, and wave a lantern.  I couldn't believe  we
were doing this!

Soon they stopped to let Jeff out and told him to walk back towards 
the way we drove up.  Judy still had ideas:   "Listen you two: when 
you meet each other, don't say a single word at all!  Say absolutely 
nothing until you see our lantern!"  I never knew Judy had such an 
imagination.  Soon we were driving back and they stopped to let me 
off.  They reminded me which way to walk (as if I were going to  allow
myself to make a mistake!) and there I was, nude on the beach,  alone.

It was cloudy and *very* dark.  I seemed to have forgotten to  consider
how scared I would be, alone on the beach.  I don't know  what
frightened me, but soon I was imagining mad serial killers  everywhere.
 *A once-in-a-lifetime experience on the beach, and all  I can do is
worry*, I chided myself.  A part of me wanted to run, but  I forced
myself to walk as it was hard enough to watch my step in  the dark at a
slow pace.  I kept my eyes open and watched every  shadow to see if it
were Jeff.  My heart was beating so fast I  couldn't believe it.

Finally I saw someone.  It *had* to be Jeff.  I approached closer.  My 
heart was beating harder.  I wasn't supposed to say a word.  "Jeff?"  
I asked, quietly, as if that wouldn't break the rules quite as much.

"Yes!"  I heard his voice answer.  I ran up to him and wrapped my  arms
around him and we were kissing in no time.  I felt so relieved  and
so... *turned on*!  I felt his body and felt his hands on my body  and
soon felt his hand between my legs.  I don't know how he got it  there,
I had him wrapped so tightly in my arms.  I could hear my own 
breathing, and knew in a minute I'd come standing up.  I'd faint if I 
didn't watch it.  We didn't say a word, following Judy's rule after our
 initial cheating.  Soon I was coming, and Jeff was holding me or I'd 
certainly have fallen.

He was kissing me again and I knew I wasn't finished.  I wanted it; I 
wanted him inside me.  It was so wild, so primitive, us out there, 
alone, the roaring of the waves, the total darkness, the lack of 
anyone or anything to remind us of our ordinary lives!  Jeff had let 
me down to the sand and I was sitting next to him.  I leaned back a 
little on my elbows and thought about lying on my back on the sand.  
Something in me made me get up on my hands and knees.  I wriggled  my
rear and pressed my hip against Jeff.  He put his hand between  my legs
and was fingering me again.  I was so wet!

I had never done it like that before: on my hands and knees.  Soon he 
was kneeling between my legs behind me and I felt him guiding his  cock
into me.  Then he grabbed my sides at my waist and pushed  himself
inside me.  I gasped.  He didn't start pumping right away, but  leaned
over and felt my breasts.  I felt his fingers on my nipples.  I 
thought I'd die right there.

Then he was pumping me, in and out.  Talk about primitive--I'd never 
done this in our bedroom, much less out of doors, alone, totally nude, 
twenty miles from nowhere.  I felt so wild, so free.  I never knew I'd 
like it like that: in that position, I mean.  Part of it must have been
 the situation.

I felt him come inside me and I know I yelled.  Soon I found myself 
sitting beside him on the beach with his arms around me, and soon  we
were lying on the beach in each others arms: I thought I wasn't  going
to do that, but I wasn't myself for a little while there.

Once I was lying on the ground, I didn't worry: we lay there and 
kissed and hugged and I fingered Jeff's cock just to see if I could 
bring it to life again.  We never did it twice in a session, I guess 
partly because I assumed Jeff would never manage, but I guess we  had
nothing else to do.  Soon, I did something else unusual for me: I  sat
up and put my lips around his cock.  I looked toward his face as I 
licked to see if it looked like I was making any progress, but it was 
too dark to see anything.  But soon I felt stirrings and soon he was 
getting hard again.  I realized he was definitely getting hard, and 
then suddenly he sat up and then stood up!  I wondered what he was  up
to.  He took my arm and drew me up, and soon I figured out that he 
wanted me to kneel.  Then he stood right in front of me and gently 
guided my face to his cock!

I had certainly never been in this position before, and ordinarily 
would have considered it humiliating, but something in me that night 
had broken free and I immediately put his cock back in my mouth and 
did my best to get him going.  In just minutes, I was succeeding, and 
I stayed with him until he was about to come and then I made sure he 
didn't mess up anything but the sand.  I couldn't believe what I'd just
 done!

He was back down on the sand in a flash, and his hand was between  my
legs and I was feeling the need to sit down again lest I faint.  I 
quickly found myself on my back and he was between my legs,  licking
me!  I came and came, two or three times, and I couldn't get  enough. 
Finally, he crawled up beside me and kissed me again.  We  ended up
sitting there, watching out for the lantern.  We hadn't said  a word
since Jeff answered my query as we met.

"I'll bet you had a good time," said Judy as they drove us back.  But 
she relented and refrained from the nosiness that I was coming to 
expect from her and allowed us to sit quietly in the back seat as  they
drove us back.

The next morning we were leaving and Judy was still giving me  knowing
looks.

"Oh, Judy: whatever happened to those polaroids?" I asked since I'd 
forgotten all about them.  She responded with a strange look on her 
face.

"Can you keep a secret?" she asked, finally.

"Judy, what... "

"Come here," she said and she dragged me up to her and Les's  bedroom. 
She pulled out a scrapbook and opened it up and there were  the four
photographs!  But what caught my attention was the rest of  the
scrapbook!  I paged back through it, and on every page where  polaroid
photographs of nude people being sprayed just like we were!  
Interspersed were lots of pictures of Judy and Les, too.

"What do you think?"  asked Judy.  I looked at her.  Would I trust her 
with our pictures?

"A little hobby of yours and Les's?"  I asked, trying to hide my shock.

"No one gets to see them," said Judy, seemingly reading my 
reservations.  I looked some more.  It was amazing to see how many 
couples had stripped for their camera.

"You can tell Jeff about them," she added still watching for my 
reaction.  I never have told Jeff: I guess you have to have *some*  secrets.


		
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