It was winter and still they longed to be naked in the sun on a beach out of town, down a steep path, and across the railroad tracks. Winters here on the north coast of California are a precious combination of heavy rain storms needed to feed the big trees… and then jewel clear days of crystal blue skies and a high sun beaming warmth and a golden glow all over the clean washed beaches and hills.
The ocean waves had created a natural bridge, and at low tide you could walk under it and get to a small protected beach on the other side. You had to be careful in timing your visit to this beach because if you got it wrong, you could be trapped by the tide and a dangerous undertow with no available exit except climbing up the steep cliffs.
Looking for a place to pee, Kristie wandered through the natural bridge looking for privacy. She found a couple en flagrante. The man on his back in the sand looked over at her as she approached, but the woman continued on her mission astride him. Kristie turned back to the main beach, but lingered under the bridge where she simply let the pent up urine run down her legs into the surf. She splashed herself off and headed back to the towel she had laid out next to Jack.
Jack was sunning himself and studying a physics textbook. Both of them were struggling to finish school while working and raising the kids, going to classes, studying, spending time together as a couple and not wasting a precious moment. It was a multi-tasked life which they both thrived on.
Their peeper friend, Michael, had arrived, stripped down and was lying on his side anticipating the show. Kristie didn’t know who he preferred most – Jack or her? Then Jack’s former lover, Beth, showed up, trudged down the beach, laid out a towel a little too close to Jack on the other side, plopped her clothes down in a pile, and flopped out.
Both Jack and Kristie flanked by the gawker and the “Who’s-Sorry-Now” former girl friend felt like they were the bait for the incubus and succubus out of a vampire movie. The fangs were out and they were ready to pounce. Kristie wished they had been trapped on the high tide side of the bridge alone like the couple she had just seen.
Feeling pressured and uncomfortable, Jack jumped up and ran down the beach to dive into the water. They all watched him disappear and surface again and again as he played in the surf.
In the six months that Jack and Kristie had been dating both Beth and Michael had been trying to weasel a piece. Beth wanted re-runs of Jack even though she had been the one who had ended it. Michael wanted an audition with Kristie, but that was never going to happen. Every week together had brought Jack and Kristie closer and now they were talking about the next step – moving in together.
Michael lay on his side eyeing Kristie’s nude form. Her many hours of dancing had made her legs and ass tight. Her skin glowed with the health and exuberance of a strong woman in her twenties. Michael was running sand through his fingers while gazing at her, studying her…. Then he commented, “You know you really should have that mole removed from your ass.”
She sighed heavily and went on reading her book refusing to acknowledge him. Beth was making small talk about gardening. She’d been weeding and preparing the raised beds Jack had built for her when they lived together. She had been the one to end their relationship, but she still hovered around at Kristie’s gigs waiting for Jack to turn up which he invariably did looking for Kristie.
Kristie focused on the ocean. She had a book with her which she was reading for a lit class, but she was having trouble focusing on it. The waves were lazily lapping at the shore and the gently rolling surf made the water look like liquid glass. For an instant she saw Jack’s head surface and then dive again. Just at that moment she also saw the black fluke of a small whale appear for an instant.
“Wow! Did you see that?” she asked as she jumped up to go down near the water’s edge. She stood there studying the horizon, hoping to see more evidence of the migrating whale, but she didn’t see another. Jack was oblivious to the event that had just occurred. He had been swimming with a whale!
Jack drew himself out of the water. He was covered in goose bumps and his manhood had shriveled in submission to the cold northern currents. Kristie’s body was warm from the sun. He picked her up and pressed her strong against his shivering frame both to warm himself and to send a message to the watching eyes on the beach that they were, in fact, an unbreakable couple. His cold skin and the brazen embrace startled her into laughter.
He kissed her full on the mouth as he put her down and took her hand as they trudged up the beach to towel off, get dressed, and go home to warm showers and a night on the town. #TheNudeBeach
(First published 1/23/12)
