Reader's Contribution: collage and beach story

One of my pen pals, david, sent me along this little story, inspired by my little beach vacation with my david. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did. It is so hot! Thank you very much, david!

Life's A Beach

You've decided that we'll spend a day at the beach, soaking up the sun.  We go to a small, quiet beach not far from the hotel, with a dozen or so people swimming and soaking up the sun.  Our hotel is "adults only," and most of our fellow beach-goers are ladies of various ages, with a couple men mixed in.  You make me hold your hand on the way while we seek out a spot to lay our towels in the sand, which already has me feeling managed, although appearing perfectly natural to everyone else.  After applying location to your back and legs, I ask if I can go swimming in the water.  Looking over your shoulder at the ocean, you give me permission, but remind me about the signs warning of the currents further offshore.  In a not so quiet voice you say, "You may go swimming david, but don't go out too far.  I want you to remain in site of me at all times, do you understand?  You'll be in serious trouble if you disobey me."  Blushing slightly, I nod my head, hoping no one overheard the way you had spoken to me.  And then I trot off to the water, my cheeks protruding slightly from the little bikini you've put me in, and you watch me over your shoulder in pure delight.

You close your eyes, face down on the towel, feeling the warm sun on your beautiful body as you fall into a state of relaxation.  Meanwhile, I'm swimming after fish, having a good old time, and not paying much attention to the beach, which is slowly getting further and further away.  Before I know it, the current is pulling me away faster than I can swim, and I work myself to death trying to gain some ground on the distance between me and the beach.  Some of the other beachgoers have noticed my predicament, and you hear the commotion.  You realize that I'm the cause of the commotion, seeing how far offshore I've gotten myself.  Suddenly, the female lifeguard on-duty blows her whistle, climbs down from her perch, then hops on a board to paddle out and save me.  Though I'm happy to see her, the feeling of embarrassment sets in as we paddle back to shore, getting myself into such a dangerous situation, and then having to be saved by a young girl.  As we near the shore, my embarrassment turns to full-on dread when I see you waiting at the surf-line.  Your mouth is flattened out in a straight line, with your hands on your hips, and your warning from earlier comes echoing back into my mind.  We exit the water slowly, and I have a frightening suspicion that my already embarrassing experience is about to become much worse.  You prove me right, of course, with a fiery question and answer episode, right there on the beach.  "david anthony," you ask, "didn't I warn you about NOT going out too far?  What did you not understand about that?"  My face turns a deep red as I stand there, helpless in my situation.  You turn to the lifeguard and thank her, making apologies for your immature husband, "who doesn't seem to be responsible enough to be allowed to swim without supervision."  Turning back to me, you ask, "what happens when you disobey me, david?"  My mouth drops, and my eyes dart back and forth between you and lifeguard, both of you waiting to hear my answer.  Naturally, everyone on the beach is watching and listening, too, my unfortunate predicament in full public view.  Waves of humiliation course through my body, standing there in a skimpy woman's bikini, being childishly scolded by my wife, and each second seems like an hour, as both of you stare back at me.  Unable to bring myself to answer in front of the lifeguard, I merely shake my head from side to side, whispering a desperate, "no Julie, please!"                         

Now completely furious with me, you grab my upper arm with one hand, and the back of my binki bottoms with your other, practically lifting me off the ground as you pull up on the waistband.  "Back to the hotel room, david, this minute!"  And off we go, marching swiftly across the sand.  I try desperately to maintain your speedy pace, hoping to slow the creeping of the bikini into my crack, as you lead me along with that firm grip on the waistband.  Despite my attempts to avoid it, the bikini soon ends up completely wedged between my cheeks, with my bottom almost totally bare.  My naked cheeks jiggle and wobble throughout the humiliating trip across the sand, and I can feel all those approving eyes upon it.