Return to Eden

It seemed strange that with all this vacant beach, someone would take up a location so close to a stranger. Then again, considering her topless sunbathing, it might not be so surprising.

Casually, Evelyn turned her head to get a better look while remaining on her stomach. The figure was definitely male and looked to be in his late forties. He had a small folding chair set up in the sand, and he was—

Oh my god, she thought as it dawned on her. He was naked, and his hand was wrapped around his erect cock. Although she could not make it out clearly, his arm was clearly moving up and down in a familiar fashion. He is masturbating... He is watching me and masturbating.

Evelyn froze and turned her gaze back towards the water. She had experienced several voyeurs over the years who liked to overstay their welcome while she sunbathed, but this was the first time that anyone had been so vulgar.

Slowly, her head crept back again, curious of the stranger's response to being caught in the act. To her surprise, he continued jerking off, either oblivious or indifferent to her discovery.

The nerve of this guy, Evelyn thought as she stared back at him. He just doesn't care. Her arm reached out for her bag, preparing to grab her top, take her things, and leave. However, her fingers lingered at the edge of her towel.

Her eyes were locked onto him, though she felt somewhat anonymous hidden behind her large sunglasses. He was not an unattractive man, though he clearly did not work out—average, at best.

I need to get out of here, quick. The nearest other person could be miles away, and I have no idea what this guy has in mind. That was not entirely true... she seemed to know exactly what he had in mind. Still keeping to himself, he appeared quite content to leave her alone. I guess if he was going to hurt me, he probably would have done it already, before I noticed him.

Her hand slowly edged towards her bag, eventually wrapping its fingers around her water bottle instead. Whatever, she decided, taking another drink. Let him look. I won't let him ruin my afternoon.

She watched the waves roll in for another couple of minutes, occasionally glancing back at her voyeur. She could never admit it to her friends or coworkers, but something about his actions enticed her. Perhaps it was the perfect combination of her months alone, her shameless past, and the vulgarity of his actions, but Evelyn could feel her heartrate increasing.

This was something that she had not experienced in years—an indecision between what is smart and what she needed.

She stretched her arms, feeling the fluid motion pass from her wrist, through her shoulders. Continuing the movement, she rolled from her stomach to her back, paying no mind to her state of exposure. From his position behind her, he could almost certainly look over her body as she lay back, her bare breasts uncovered from the sun and his gaze. Her feet faced the water, and she could no longer see him without conspicuously tilting her neck back to sneak a peek.

The mixture of lotion and sweat gave her skin a noticeable shine. For the first time in recent memory, she felt genuinely sexy. She thought back to high school when boys would try desperately to get a glimpse of her body. It made her feel like a goddess to be lusted after.

This was no different; if this man enjoyed what she had to offer, she did not want to discourage him.

With only a moment's hesitation, Evelyn stood up. Her large breasts hung freely as she climbed to her feet and stretched her arms towards the sky. A cool breeze caressed her skin, and her nipples reacted to the minor sensation.

God, how I missed being free to do things like this...

Taking hold of her bikini bottoms, Evelyn's muscle memory took over. Even after all these years, it came to her like second nature. Facing away from her neighbor on the beach, she pushed the last of her clothing to the ground, making sure to bend at the waist. In her youth, she used to be completely shaven, but years of marriage and motherhood had caused her to lapse. Her womanhood was still neatly trimmed, but she felt somewhat self-conscious.

Now completely naked but for her sunglasses, she decided to do something else unexpected. Turning directly towards the stranger, Evelyn smile and waved. "Hey. Beautiful day, isn't it?"

Hand still wrapped around his cock, his jerking stopped. Unsure what to do, he watched silently as Evelyn walked down to the water.

Again, she decided to risk the cold waves that crashed at her feet. Now that she was being watched, she found the courage to push herself farther. As the water reached her thighs and her hips, she winced in discomfort. As her feet carefully carried her into the depths, an unexpected misstep found no bottom below her.

She resisted the temptation to cry out in shock as the icy water suddenly rushed to her shoulders before she found her footing. With the initial jolt behind her, she moved her body frantically, trying to warm up.

After a couple of minutes, she admitted defeat, and made her way back towards the beach. Her nipples felt rock hard as they emerged from the surface of the water. The air felt cold on her wet body, but the feeling soon passed, replaced by the warmth of the sun.

Still dripping, she made her way back up towards her belongings. She looked at her voyeur as she approached, suspicious that his chair was closer than it had been earlier. More importantly, he now had a towel draped across his lap, covering his nudity.

As she reached her place in the sand, she was now certain that he had dragged his chair closer to her towel. Can I really blame him? She wondered, after the show she had just given.

Evelyn looked around the beach, but found nobody else in sight. Hesitantly, she took a step closer. "The water is a little too cold for me today," she explained, looking him over through her sunglasses.

He said nothing, but nodded with a friendly smile.

I guess he is kind of shy now that I caught him and called his bluff. That, or he already blew his load while I was in the water.

She stood awkwardly between his chair and her towel, body still wet and dripping. "Do you come here often?" She asked, unsure what she was trying to get out of this, but not yet willing to call it a day.

"No," he finally answered, leaving a pause. "I'm not from around here. Just in town on business."

"Oh, what do you do?"

He seemed hesitant before finally responding. "I work for an investment firm. And you?"

"I'm head of accounts... working in market research."

He seemed to perk up, surprised that this naked woman before him was actually a business professional. "Really? I would have pegged you for a college student."

Evelyn smirked, appreciating the flattery. "No, it's true. Here..." For a moment, her social side took over as she returned to her towel, dug into her bag and pulled out her wallet. Pulling out a business card, she turned and handed it to him.

Dumbfounded, he gazed at the card in her hand before slowly taking it. As he looked it over, it suddenly dawned on her how poor of a decision that was. Staring back at him was her full name, the name and address of her company, and her business and cell phone numbers.

Part of her wanted to take it back, but it was too late now. Instead, she watched as he slipped it into a backpack in the sand next to his seat.

"So what about you?" He asked. "Do you come here often? I read online that the place was secluded and had a nice view. So far I am loving the view." As he said the final words, his eyes scanned her naked body.

"I come a lot during the summer. Haven't made it out here much this year." She paused a moment, watching him admire her figure. "And I don't usually dress so casual."

He let out a short laugh. "Well, then I guess this is my lucky day."

Evelyn smiled. "And it's not very often I get company out here. Especially like..." She trailed off, looking at the bulge in his towel.

"Come here for second, Evelyn."

Her name sent a shiver down her spine, reminding her why the business card was such a terrible idea. Still, she carefully stepped forward so that she was mere feet from where he sat.

He reached towards her. Her body instinctively tensed, and she leaned forward a little, expecting him to grab her large hanging breasts. She was almost disappointed when instead he reached for her wrist.

She watched curiously as he gave her a gentle tug, pulling her closer. Taking her hand in his, he guided it below the towel. She let out a gasp as she felt her fingers brush against the warm skin of his erect cock.

Without a word, her hand wrapped around it. She could not see it below the towel, but it felt of average size, perhaps slightly smaller. After years of only being with Travis, she could only focus on how different it felt.

Without the need for further guidance, her hand began to slowly stroke the stranger's dick beneath the cover. The bulge in the cloth moved steadily, offering no doubt to what was happening out of sight. Satisfied with her willingness, he removed his hand from hers and left her to her work.

She eagerly stroked his shaft, focusing on the tactile sensation of her skin on his, admiring the shape and firmness.

He leaned back in his chair as he watched her lean over his lap, her tits hanging freely at his eye level. "It's nice to see a professional businesswoman that still carries on like a slut."

She was not sure if he meant it as a backhanded compliment, but she ignored him and continued jerking him off. Her mind tried to distance herself from her body, hiding inside what little anonymity remained behind her dark sunglasses.

The icy water was now a distant memory, and she could feel herself getting warm. Her arousal did little to help under the glow of the afternoon sun. It suddenly dawned on her that she should have reapplied her suntan lotion the moment she exited the water, but it was too late for that now.

He spoke again. "Want a closer look?"

She said nothing, but stared at the rhythmic motion of her fist through the terrycloth.

Thinking he would remove the towel entirely, she was somewhat surprised when he pulled her down to her knees in the sand between his legs. Placing a hand behind her head and another at the edge of the towel, he lifted the cloth and pulled her face to meet his firm manhood. She thought it was going to poke her in the eye, but instead it bumped forcefully against her cheek.

With her face now buried under the darkness of his towel, she hungrily opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Evelyn absolutely loved sucking cock, and had missed it after the divorce. Even in the final years of their relationship, as their marriage was falling apart, she would come and find Travis after a huge argument to work off the stress her own way.

Now, she sucked at the manhood in her mouth, wanting desperately to feel his cum splatter the back of her throat. There was some light under the towel, but she still somehow felt removed from the world. The only thing she had to focus on was this cock, and nothing else mattered.

"Well, I am starting to see how you got your job," he teased.

Unable to speak, she replied by circling her tongue along the tip of his penis.

She could not tell how long this lasted, as time seemed non-existent in the tiny world she inhabited. However, a sound did eventually get her attention.

"Ursa, get back over here!" A muffled voice shouted, much closer than Evelyn would have liked.

Oh fuck, Paul is back! She instinctively tried to pull her mouth away, but a pair of hands on the back of her head kept her in place.

Apparently this stranger had no intention of stopping.

Why would he? He is covered by a towel. I am the one on my knees in the sand, head in his lap, with my exposed pussy and ass facing anyone who happens to wander by.

The sound of movement nearby made Evelyn anxious, as she could hear the dog moving around the area.

Without looking, she knew that Paul was staring at her right now. He had flirted with her earlier, and perhaps he had come back to flirt some more... but now he was probably staring at her naked body while she sucked a stranger's dick.

She could feel his cock straining in her mouth, and she was certain that he was ready to cum. Instead, he threw the towel aside, causing the sudden rush of sunlight to blind her.

"I suppose it would be a shame to hide that pretty face of yours the whole time."

Without asking, he reached for her sunglasses and lifted them from her face. With the last of her concealment removed, she had no choice but to finally look him in the eyes as she sucked him off. Again, she tried to pull away to see where Paul was, and again, he held her in place.

For a second time, she could feel him getting close to blowing his load, but he stopped her.

"On second thought, turn around," he instructed.

"Umm..." she hesitated. "I don't know if... well... I don't think we should..."

She struggled to find the words, but she obediently followed his direction, turning to face the waterfront.

"Might as well take the main course if you are offering it..."

Evelyn could now see Paul and his dog, continuing down the beach, not even a hundred feet away. He glanced back over his shoulder, watching as Evelyn positioned herself on all fours, ready to get fucked.

On her hands and knees, she felt his cock bumping against her inner thigh before it found its way to her wet opening. The tip was nestled between her slick lips, but he stopped.

"Back up that slutty pussy. You want it so badly, I can tell."

Her face burning with shame and lust, Evelyn forcefully thrust back her hips, impaling herself on his erect cock. She gasped as the familiar sensation filled her. He immediately grabbed her by the hips and began fucking her in the middle of the beach.

"You know," he said, "if having a real job is too much for you, I'm sure we could find you a secretary position at my firm. I'm sure you could use some of your real talents instead of just playing at finances." His misogyny was both angering and arousing her. He was literally talking down to her as she offered herself to him, and for some reason it was lighting a fire within her.

She tried to focus on the feeling of his dick penetrating her most intimate area. His thrusts slowed and he pushed deeper within her. She knew he was getting close. "Evelyn, dear... are you married?"

The question surprised her. It seemed so random, and yet so personal. It also stirred a strange mix of emotions within her, compounded by the shame of her current situation. The word escaped her, but she did not understand what prompted the lie. "Yes..." It was once true, but not anymore.

"Nice... I thought so." Suddenly, she could feel the warm blasts of semen coating the depths of her womb.

Oh god, I don't even know his name and he is cumming inside me.

Evelyn could feel herself getting close to an orgasm as he emptied the last of his load deep within her. Before she could reach her climax, he pulled out of her, leaving her frustrated.

Fuck! Her body needed release so badly that she could not help herself. Pushing her ass in the air, she reached a hand between her thighs and slipped two fingers between her swollen lips. Vigorously, she began rubbing her clit, desperate for the release she had been denied. It did not take long for her to feel his cum, seeping from her cunt and onto her fingers. That was enough to push her over the top, and she let out a cry as her body erupted with pleasure. With only one free arm to support her weight, she slumped forward, resting her shoulder in the sand.

She let out small whimpers as wave after wave of sensation passed through her. Fully spent, she slowly lifted herself from the ground. The man was back in his chair, apparently enjoying the show,

He watched as she went back to her towel and grabbed her bikini.

"Looks like the bored little housewife needed a good fuck," he said, smiling at her. "Something tells me you do this a lot, coming out to the beach without a ring on your finger." He looked at her business card, which he had apparently removed from his bag. "I won't be in town for long, but I have some friends in the area. Maybe I'll pass your info along. They're going to ask for a picture... Hold on."

Reaching into his bag, he pulled out his cell phone.

For some reason, Evelyn waited, holding her bikini in one hand while he fiddled with the device.

"Okay," he instructed, "drop the bikini. You'd don't need it for this."

The material slipped from her fingers to the sand. She stood still, waiting as he took a couple pictures of her. A small trail of semen began running down her thigh, and she wondered if it would show in the photos.

He asked her to strike several revealing poses, pushing out her chest and raising her arms above her head. She complied for several pictures before she finally decided to call it quits. "Okay, that's enough of that," she declared, getting dressed and packing her things as the stranger continued to photograph her. "Have a nice day," she said as she put on her sandals and made her way back towards the trail to her car.

Safely removed from the situation, her mind replayed the events over and over again throughout the walk and eventual drive home.

What just happened? Evelyn could not believe that it had been her down on that beach, acting that way. But of course it was me... That's who I used to be. Maybe I've still been that person all these years, just waiting for a chance to be myself.

She pulled into the driveway and sat in the car for a moment before turning it off. Slowly, she walked into the house and put down her bag. Taking out her things, she saw the light on her phone blinking.

Missed call, voicemail. Oh god, I hope it isn't him.

Hands shaking, she opened her voicemail and pressed play.

"Hi mom, it's Mandy. Nothing urgent. Just wanted to call and see how things are going. I guess you're busy, so I'll talk to you later. Can't wait to come home in two weeks. Love you, bye!"

Evelyn sat down. This isn't who I am anymore... is it? She wanted to say that today was an isolated incident, but something deep inside told her otherwise. Whatever this is, I have two weeks to get it out of my system. Once Mandy is home, things need to go back to normal.

Satisfied with her compromise, Evelyn undressed and made her way upstairs towards the shower. Although it had dried long ago, she could still feel the semen running down her leg.

Grabbing a clean towel and turning on the water, she smirked. For better or worse, she was back in the game.