“No Swimming”

Well, I guess fucking on the beach and in the lake is not technically swimming, so no rules broken there, I suppose. It was intended to be a light lunch and a Corona with lime at the Yacht Club, but it seemed that our instincts got the better of us once again. As we finished our lunch, I could see that glimmer in JoJo’s eyes, and knew that we had to get out of dodge, so to speak. I figured that the management would not take kindly to us fucking loudly and wildly on the docks in broad daylight, so I figured that the State Park around the bay would be a nice place to satiate our desires. I am a little surprised that we actually made it there however, as she had my quickly swelling cock in her mouth about five seconds after we actually got into the car. It wasn’t a long drive, but it sure was a tough one. I had to fight the intense desire to pull over to the side of the road for all ten minutes of the drive, as I really was tempted to fuck her hard bent over the hood of the car on the side of the road. It seemed like it had been forever when we finally arrived at the parking lot for the beach, and it was by no measure empty, but that’s never stopped us before. As we grabbed the bag with our swimming clothes and coconut rum and headed to the beach, it seemed like all eyes were on us, and I was sure that most of these people could tell that we had one thing on our minds and were up to no good. The water was beautiful, but we hardly noticed. As the sun beat down on us, and the waves lapped at our feet, we were surely a spectacle for the hikers on the cliffs above us, and for the beachgoers who seemed more than happy to give us our space. After I came all over the sun kissed skin of her tits, we figured we’d head into the water to rinse ourselves of the sweat, sand and cum that we were already covered in. We didn’t get even a few feet into the water before she had wrapped he legs around me again, and she spent the next twenty minutes bobbing up and down on the waves and my cock. I’m sure that everyone who cared to watch must have really enjoyed our show. As we had worked up quite an appetite by then, we decided we’d head back to the Yacht Club for dinner. As we sat down to our dinner and drinks on the waterfront patio, an admirer came up to us and said “I’d just like to take this opportunity to thank you guys for the show at the beach earlier. My wife and I had been hiking, and I don’t think I had ever seen her so turned on. She fucked me harder than she has since our honeymoon fifteen years ago the second we got back to our suite. I owe it all to you…” Our only response to this was “Glad we could be of assistance friend”. It seemed like a great way to spend some time at the beach. It may not have been entirely legal, but after all, the sign only said “No Swimming”…