I am not sure if these stories are erotic enough but here goes ************** She liked to think of the beach as her own since she’d discovered it by accident four years ago. Then, she had followed a small path and suddenly it was there in front of her, empty and she knew she had come home. Slipping her sandals off and digging hre toes into the soft white sand she felt its warmth on the soles of her feet and at last there was at peace. Since then her life was in two parts, the troubled time when she wasn’t at the beach and the peace when she was. When she was away she’d dream of it most evenings and it kept her sane, even though she was teased when she refused to even consider anywhere else. Eventually he’d said “Look I know how much you like it there, but to be honest its bores me, why don’t you just go alone? You spend most of your time alone when we’re there anyway!” She’d argued but without any real conviction, looking forward to spending time on “My beach” without the guilty feeling of leaving him in the cottage alone or of suddenly realising the whole day had passed and she was late and he’d be wanting his dinner! It was strange at first, never having spent a holiday alone, and for a couple of days she wandered around looking for things to do, but she couldn’t raise any enthusiasm for the writing and drawing she’s promised herself,preferring instead to sit and watch the sea, or to walk by it lost in her thoughts of what was good and what she was missing in her life. The good was what she would admit to anyone, a home, a marriage, children and grandchildren, what was missing was what she wouldn’t have admitted to anyone, she needed..something! But she didn’t know what! Just something to fill that vacuum in her brain. She woke up on the third day and even before she’d opened her eyes she knew that the was something different, carefully she opened one eye and the brightness made her wince, or was it the red wine, opening both eyes the shaft of sunlight bounced off the white painted wall and she quickly kicked off the bed clothes and looked out…the morning sun reflected off the flat surface of the sea and she became aware of the heat and the birds silhouetted against the cloudless turquoise blue sky. She dressed in her normal blouse and skirt but felt the constriction and looked around for something lighter, a floral loose summer dress, not her normal style but just what she wanted. Slipping it over her head it still didn’t feel right, daringly for her she undid her bra and immediately felt the freedom, and after picking up a bottle of water form the fridge, she left for her beach. Normally the sound of the sea helped her thoughts but today the sea was so still it was silent, gently kissing the beach and the sand was warm. High above a plane drew a chalk line across the sky and she shaded her eyes to watch it, wondering as always where it was going and the stories that the passengers could tell. She took a sip of water and held the still cold bottle against her forehead, but soon lost interest in the plane when she saw a small blue piece of glass smoothed by the sea and she turned it in her hand savouring the soft smoothness until finally she said “Its too soon for you to leave the sea” she said and tried to skim it back across the mirror like surface, but the angle was wrong and its simply fell into the sea and only the ripples showed where t had been. “That wasn’t very good!” the voice made her jump and she turned quickly resentfully. Someone else was on HER beach! He sat there behind his easel, hat covering his eyes paints set out around his feet “Sorry I didn’t mean to make you jump!” he raised his hat, and she smiled at the old fashioned gesture “I didn’t know you were there, no one ever comes here!” “That’s what I was thinking when I saw you coming, I’ve been coming here for a couple of years now and you’re the first person I’ve seen, I always think of it as MY beach!” Now she did resent him, it wasn’t HIS beach it was HER beach, but she didn’t say it just smiled and walked on. Because he was now behind her she could pretend that she was alone but she knew now she wasn’t, and she tried to recapture the solitude. After an hour she turned hoping that she left it long enough for him to have finished whatever it was he was painting, but he hadn’t and she resolved to ignore him but when he called “Hi you enjoyed your walk?” She couldn’t really ignore him and walked up “Yes I always do! What are you painting? May I see?” She went behind him and looked at his almost completed water colour, and saw immediately that he was obviously a very talented artist. He’d captured accurately how the beach looked but also its essential quality, its quietness, its peacefulness. “That’s beautiful, truly! Will you finish it today?” “Yes but there’s something missing and I couldn’t decide what it was until I’ve just seen you and I now know it needs someone, someone to highlight the solitude, without someone to appreciate solitude its just empty!.. Listen I don’t suppose you would sit for me?” “Sit for you? How do you mean?” “Look let me show you!” He pointed to the unfinished corner of the painting and explained how although he was happy with the scenery but needed to lead the eye into it and show that solitude is a human emotion not one found in nature! “So if you would sit over there I could include you, if you don’t mind of course!” She wondered then daringly, for her, agreed. Walking over towards where he’d pointed.Iit took a few minutes until suddenly he said “There yes there! Now sit down erm please!” She felt self conscious and stiff, and he walked over and said “Look relax its your beach you’re alone you’re lost in your loneliness and come here to escape “If only you knew how true that was!” she thought and looked at him and suddenly realised that he did!. She felt im walk back then heard him returning “I’ve just realised that dress of yours is perfect it will add texture, do you mind if I adjust it?” Without waiting for her he eased her top to expose her shoulders, and involuntarily she tensed but he was so dispassionate she felt silly and didn’t really react when he lifted the hem to show her knees and then draped it along the sand and put pebbles on it to hold it in place Surprisingly she soon forgot he was there and let her mind drift, so much so that when she moved he had to shout “Done move!” nearly there!” “Sorry!” Finally he called “Finished!, you want to look?” He was right the picture was now complete, she recognised the wistfulness in her, and the tranquillity of the beach “Its beautiful I envy you your ability I’d love to have something like that!” Peeling the picture from the pad he wrote on it and handed it to her “Its yours!” “I cant take that!” He reached out to take it back and she felt the loss, but he just wrote something on it and signed it. This time when he handed it back she didn’t refuse and read what he’d written “To the girl on the beach!” and signed it “Thank you erm Ted! Its beautiful” and strangely she felt tears in her eyes. He looked away until shed brushed them away “Look you must let me give you something I feel so guilty, I’m staying at the cottage could I perhaps cook you and your wife a meal?” “That would be good but I’m not here with my wife!” “Well whoever you’re here with!” Flustered now “Im here alone, I come down for “me” time” “Well the offer still stands!”, and he’d accepted even before she could be shocked at her own bravery. It was when she was in the shower that she realised that the early sun had burnt her, and she tensed as the water scoured her. Standing naked in front of the mirror she rubbed in the after sun carefully her shoulders and chest and legs red and angry, and she’d cursed herself for forgetting it. She couldn’t wear her favourite dress and undies the sunburn was too uncomfy so she picked another light summer dress that lay lightly on her, and waited, strangely nervous, for him to arrive. The white wine was perfect and they’d sat outside the bungalow sometime talking sometimes just watching. The conversation was light and superficial and ranged from his painting to her favourite author. They watched a flight of birds low over the water and she suddenly realised that the evening had cooled and the wine had gone, and that the wine had made her light headed. “Right dinner it wont take long just steak and salad Im afraid” They had both stood up together and she lost her balance slightly and he’d reached to support her, his hand on her naked arm. The physical contact shocked her and she shivered and she felt her nipples harden against the light material and saw that he’d noticed. Releasing her he stood back and followed her in and she was aware how thin the dress was and , putting it down to the wine, how she didn’t mind! The conversation flowed easily through dinner, as did the wine, and she suddenly realised that instead of being shocked she was giggling and agreeing when he’d spoken about needing a model and suddenly they were quiet “Could you model for me?..nude?” “Where? I mean where would we be?” “Where would you be comfy? On our beach” She sobered and thought about it, he was an artist, he was nice and harmless and she was on their, err her, beach “why not” she thought to herself almost defiantly then realised she’d said it out loud, and she covered herself by saying “On one condition though this time im putting cream on I burnt today!” “ I saw, it must be uncomfy! You want me to put some more cream on”. The lightness of mood changed and she looked at him knowing that the question wasn’t just about sun cream, and he waited, watching her, and he watched her as she walked to get the cream. In the bedroom she looked at herself in the mirror and asked herself the question again, and reaching for the cream she answered herself Back in the room she handed him the cream and turned away and, lifting her hair up, she waited. The shock of the cream on her shoulder startled her and she gasped, but slowly she relaxed as his hands caressed her shoulders softly at first then firmly, as he eased the dress from her shoulders.. she knew where this was going and inwardly she asked herself if this is what she wanted and inwardly answered that this is certainly what she wanted. Relaxing, she sensed more than felt his hands slip below her dress onto her breasts. She felt the smoothness of the cream on his hands running over her breasts and her nipple stirred and he took them and rolled them between his thumb and finger. Lost now she leant back waiting but he stopped and she felt him kiss her hair. “I think id better go now!” “NO!” she thought “ok “ she said and when they said goodnight the kiss was chaste “Tomorrow?” he whispered into her hair “Tomorrow” she said but what she thought was “don’t go please don’t go!” But he went! The next morning was hot again and her head throbbed dully, she blushed as she remembered her need from last night and was thankful that he’d left when he had, adultery wasn’t what she did, well she didn’t because she was never in the position of having to refuse. Walking down the beach she felt excited nervous aroused but you couldn’t tell her demeanour was cool aloof and had anyone been there it would have deceived no one. He was in the same place his easel set up relaxed watching as she walked towards him. “hi thank you for last night I enjoyed the meal and the wine” “Was that all” she asked “No the desert was the best bit!” She waited and he said “Ready?” “Where do you want me..I mean where do you want erm” He laughed “I know what you mean why not over here between these dunes .perhaps laying back looking at the sun as if its making love to you!” dropping her dress near him she lay back in the sand and looked up “Like this?” “Can I?” dispassionately he arranged her, opening her thighs and moving one arm above her head, closing her eyes she let him with just the passing thought “God he can see all of me!” The distant sound of birds and the occasional whisper of the sea lulled her and amazingly to her she forgot where she was as her thoughts wandered through her life. His voice interrupted “sorry!” she said “what did you say??” “I asked if you’d put cream on?” “God no!” “Don’t move! I’ll do it!” She didn’t allow herself to think when she felt him kneel alongside and when he poured some cream onto her chest she resisted her instinct to cover her breasts. Slowly his hands applied cream to her. First chest and shoulders then her breasts covering weighing caressing then her tummy each move closer to the heart of her, the heel of his hand pressed onto her clitoris then moved on..too soon..she felt his hand on the soft skin on the inside of her thighs..moving upwards and involuntarily her hips moved. The sun warmed her, made love to her, and she gave herself to the sun. His fingers found her softly insisting pressing and she heard someone, her?, whimper and moan, as the rhythm started and she knew it was close too close to stop and then from deep inside it hit her..and she cried out three four times before she fell back “Don’t move just like that don’t move” The painting had captured her abandon; she was shocked how a life time of “good” was lost in a moment on a beach. “You want it?” he asked “No “ “Why?” “It’s not me its someone else not me” “You’re wrong! It is you it just not the you you allow the world to see “ The day before she left he came to see her “You never came back to the beach!” “No!” “Why” “It’s not the same, I’m not sure why perhaps the innocence has gone!” “Ill be here in September, will you come” “I don’t know!” But she did know! She liked to think of the beach as her own since she’d discovered it by accident four years ago. Then, she had followed a small path and suddenly it was there in front of her, empty and she knew she had come home. Slipping her sandals off and digging hre toes into the soft white sand she felt its warmth on the soles of her feet and at last there was at peace. Since then her life was in two parts, the troubled time when she wasn’t at the beach and the peace when she was. When she was away she’d dream of it most evenings and it kept her sane, even though she was teased when she refused to even consider anywhere else. Eventually he’d said “Look I know how much you like it there, but to be honest its bores me, why don’t you just go alone? You spend most of your time alone when we’re there anyway!” She’d argued but without any real conviction, looking forward to spending time on “My beach” without the guilty feeling of leaving him in the cottage alone or of suddenly realising the whole day had passed and she was late and he’d be wanting his dinner! It was strange at first, never having spent a holiday alone, and for a couple of days she wandered around looking for things to do, but she couldn’t raise any enthusiasm for the writing and drawing she’s promised herself,preferring instead to sit and watch the sea, or to walk by it lost in her thoughts of what was good and what she was missing in her life. The good was what she would admit to anyone, a home, a marriage, children and grandchildren, what was missing was what she wouldn’t have admitted to anyone, she needed..something! But she didn’t know what! Just something to fill that vacuum in her brain. She woke up on the third day and even before she’d opened her eyes she knew that the was something different, carefully she opened one eye and the brightness made her wince, or was it the red wine, opening both eyes the shaft of sunlight bounced off the white painted wall and she quickly kicked off the bed clothes and looked out…the morning sun reflected off the flat surface of the sea and she became aware of the heat and the birds silhouetted against the cloudless turquoise blue sky. She dressed in her normal blouse and skirt but felt the constriction and looked around for something lighter, a floral loose summer dress, not her normal style but just what she wanted. Slipping it over her head it still didn’t feel right, daringly for her she undid her bra and immediately felt the freedom, and after picking up a bottle of water form the fridge, she left for her beach. Normally the sound of the sea helped her thoughts but today the sea was so still it was silent, gently kissing the beach and the sand was warm. High above a plane drew a chalk line across the sky and she shaded her eyes to watch it, wondering as always where it was going and the stories that the passengers could tell. She took a sip of water and held the still cold bottle against her forehead, but soon lost interest in the plane when she saw a small blue piece of glass smoothed by the sea and she turned it in her hand savouring the soft smoothness until finally she said “Its too soon for you to leave the sea” she said and tried to skim it back across the mirror like surface, but the angle was wrong and its simply fell into the sea and only the ripples showed where t had been. “That wasn’t very good!” the voice made her jump and she turned quickly resentfully. Someone else was on HER beach! He sat there behind his easel, hat covering his eyes paints set out around his feet “Sorry I didn’t mean to make you jump!” he raised his hat, and she smiled at the old fashioned gesture “I didn’t know you were there, no one ever comes here!” “That’s what I was thinking when I saw you coming, I’ve been coming here for a couple of years now and you’re the first person I’ve seen, I always think of it as MY beach!” Now she did resent him, it wasn’t HIS beach it was HER beach, but she didn’t say it just smiled and walked on. Because he was now behind her she could pretend that she was alone but she knew now she wasn’t, and she tried to recapture the solitude. After an hour she turned hoping that she left it long enough for him to have finished whatever it was he was painting, but he hadn’t and she resolved to ignore him but when he called “Hi you enjoyed your walk?” She couldn’t really ignore him and walked up “Yes I always do! What are you painting? May I see?” She went behind him and looked at his almost completed water colour, and saw immediately that he was obviously a very talented artist. He’d captured accurately how the beach looked but also its essential quality, its quietness, its peacefulness. “That’s beautiful, truly! Will you finish it today?” “Yes but there’s something missing and I couldn’t decide what it was until I’ve just seen you and I now know it needs someone, someone to highlight the solitude, without someone to appreciate solitude its just empty!.. Listen I don’t suppose you would sit for me?” “Sit for you? How do you mean?” “Look let me show you!” He pointed to the unfinished corner of the painting and explained how although he was happy with the scenery but needed to lead the eye into it and show that solitude is a human emotion not one found in nature! “So if you would sit over there I could include you, if you don’t mind of course!” She wondered then daringly, for her, agreed. Walking over towards where he’d pointed.Iit took a few minutes until suddenly he said “There yes there! Now sit down erm please!” She felt self conscious and stiff, and he walked over and said “Look relax its your beach you’re alone you’re lost in your loneliness and come here to escape “If only you knew how true that was!” she thought and looked at him and suddenly realised that he did!. She felt im walk back then heard him returning “I’ve just realised that dress of yours is perfect it will add texture, do you mind if I adjust it?” Without waiting for her he eased her top to expose her shoulders, and involuntarily she tensed but he was so dispassionate she felt silly and didn’t really react when he lifted the hem to show her knees and then draped it along the sand and put pebbles on it to hold it in place Surprisingly she soon forgot he was there and let her mind drift, so much so that when she moved he had to shout “Done move!” nearly there!” “Sorry!” Finally he called “Finished!, you want to look?” He was right the picture was now complete, she recognised the wistfulness in her, and the tranquillity of the beach “Its beautiful I envy you your ability I’d love to have something like that!” Peeling the picture from the pad he wrote on it and handed it to her “Its yours!” “I cant take that!” He reached out to take it back and she felt the loss, but he just wrote something on it and signed it. This time when he handed it back she didn’t refuse and read what he’d written “To the girl on the beach!” and signed it “Thank you erm Ted! Its beautiful” and strangely she felt tears in her eyes. He looked away until shed brushed them away “Look you must let me give you something I feel so guilty, I’m staying at the cottage could I perhaps cook you and your wife a meal?” “That would be good but I’m not here with my wife!” “Well whoever you’re here with!” Flustered now “Im here alone, I come down for “me” time” “Well the offer still stands!”, and he’d accepted even before she could be shocked at her own bravery. It was when she was in the shower that she realised that the early sun had burnt her, and she tensed as the water scoured her. Standing naked in front of the mirror she rubbed in the after sun carefully her shoulders and chest and legs red and angry, and she’d cursed herself for forgetting it. She couldn’t wear her favourite dress and undies the sunburn was too uncomfy so she picked another light summer dress that lay lightly on her, and waited, strangely nervous, for him to arrive. The white wine was perfect and they’d sat outside the bungalow sometime talking sometimes just watching. The conversation was light and superficial and ranged from his painting to her favourite author. They watched a flight of birds low over the water and she suddenly realised that the evening had cooled and the wine had gone, and that the wine had made her light headed. “Right dinner it wont take long just steak and salad Im afraid” They had both stood up together and she lost her balance slightly and he’d reached to support her, his hand on her naked arm. The physical contact shocked her and she shivered and she felt her nipples harden against the light material and saw that he’d noticed. Releasing her he stood back and followed her in and she was aware how thin the dress was and , putting it down to the wine, how she didn’t mind! The conversation flowed easily through dinner, as did the wine, and she suddenly realised that instead of being shocked she was giggling and agreeing when he’d spoken about needing a model and suddenly they were quiet “Could you model for me?..nude?” “Where? I mean where would we be?” “Where would you be comfy? On our beach” She sobered and thought about it, he was an artist, he was nice and harmless and she was on their, err her, beach “why not” she thought to herself almost defiantly then realised she’d said it out loud, and she covered herself by saying “On one condition though this time im putting cream on I burnt today!” “ I saw, it must be uncomfy! You want me to put some more cream on”. The lightness of mood changed and she looked at him knowing that the question wasn’t just about sun cream, and he waited, watching her, and he watched her as she walked to get the cream. In the bedroom she looked at herself in the mirror and asked herself the question again, and reaching for the cream she answered herself Back in the room she handed him the cream and turned away and, lifting her hair up, she waited. The shock of the cream on her shoulder startled her and she gasped, but slowly she relaxed as his hands caressed her shoulders softly at first then firmly, as he eased the dress from her shoulders.. she knew where this was going and inwardly she asked herself if this is what she wanted and inwardly answered that this is certainly what she wanted. Relaxing, she sensed more than felt his hands slip below her dress onto her breasts. She felt the smoothness of the cream on his hands running over her breasts and her nipple stirred and he took them and rolled them between his thumb and finger. Lost now she leant back waiting but he stopped and she felt him kiss her hair. “I think id better go now!” “NO!” she thought “ok “ she said and when they said goodnight the kiss was chaste “Tomorrow?” he whispered into her hair “Tomorrow” she said but what she thought was “don’t go please don’t go!” But he went! The next morning was hot again and her head throbbed dully, she blushed as she remembered her need from last night and was thankful that he’d left when he had, adultery wasn’t what she did, well she didn’t because she was never in the position of having to refuse. Walking down the beach she felt excited nervous aroused but you couldn’t tell her demeanour was cool aloof and had anyone been there it would have deceived no one. He was in the same place his easel set up relaxed watching as she walked towards him. “hi thank you for last night I enjoyed the meal and the wine” “Was that all” she asked “No the desert was the best bit!” She waited and he said “Ready?” “Where do you want me..I mean where do you want erm” He laughed “I know what you mean why not over here between these dunes .perhaps laying back looking at the sun as if its making love to you!” dropping her dress near him she lay back in the sand and looked up “Like this?” “Can I?” dispassionately he arranged her, opening her thighs and moving one arm above her head, closing her eyes she let him with just the passing thought “God he can see all of me!” The distant sound of birds and the occasional whisper of the sea lulled her and amazingly to her she forgot where she was as her thoughts wandered through her life. His voice interrupted “sorry!” she said “what did you say??” “I asked if you’d put cream on?” “God no!” “Don’t move! I’ll do it!” She didn’t allow herself to think when she felt him kneel alongside and when he poured some cream onto her chest she resisted her instinct to cover her breasts. Slowly his hands applied cream to her. First chest and shoulders then her breasts covering weighing caressing then her tummy each move closer to the heart of her, the heel of his hand pressed onto her clitoris then moved on..too soon..she felt his hand on the soft skin on the inside of her thighs..moving upwards and involuntarily her hips moved. The sun warmed her, made love to her, and she gave herself to the sun. His fingers found her softly insisting pressing and she heard someone, her?, whimper and moan, as the rhythm started and she knew it was close too close to stop and then from deep inside it hit her..and she cried out three four times before she fell back “Don’t move just like that don’t move” The painting had captured her abandon; she was shocked how a life time of “good” was lost in a moment on a beach. “You want it?” he asked “No “ “Why?” “It’s not me its someone else not me” “You’re wrong! It is you it just not the you you allow the world to see “ The day before she left he came to see her “You never came back to the beach!” “No!” “Why” “It’s not the same, I’m not sure why perhaps the innocence has gone!” “Ill be here in September, will you come” “I don’t know!” But she did know!