Date: Sat, 30 Aug 2008 03:55:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Kelly Hobbs Subject: "Mrs. Hobbs Goes to the Beach" This is a work of fiction. I am over 18 with an active imagination, and if you are offended by erotic literature, especially those fantasies that stray from the normal, please leave now. This fictional work includes characters engaged in bisexual, incestuous, and under aged activities. Consider yourself warned... There is a beach about an hour from my house that is in a State Park that allows topless sunbathing and the tiniest of coverings on bottom. I had been there before, but never had the guts to go topless or wear anything skimpy since before I was married. I am not fat, but definitely plump. My husband was taking the kids on their annual Boy Scout camping trip, so I was going to be home alone. I made plans to meet my sister and her two kids at the beach on tue (they live almost an hour south of the State Park). My older sister is in great shape for almost 50! She was also my first kiss (actually she was nearly first for everything sexually for me as we experimented when I was 13 and she was 19). As you have read in my previous stories, I am submissive and love to take dares. So anyway I mt a guy online who coaxed more out of me than I really was going to tell him. He was familiar with the beach, my stories about my sons and their friends, and my past expreiences with my sister. This is where his dare came in. My dare was to wear thong underwear with a haltertop style dress. This was fairly easy for me, except he also asked that when I pack my beach bag, I leave my one piece swimming suit at home "accidentally". My niece is 12 and my nephew is 15. I was nervous, but up for the challenge. I mean, no one said I had to actually sit on the beach with my dress off. I was not expecting the day to be as hot as it was going to be. So anyway, Tue came along, I packed my cooler, bag, and got dressed. Now let me say this, the halter "dress" was intended to be worn with leggings or tights. It is a dress in name only, comes to maybe 3-4 inches below my crotch. It fanned out nicely in the car, my 40 DD swaying just a bit (I did try to make the dress longer by showing a little more cleavage, but being an elastic band, I didn't want to stretch it to far. I got to the beach early (almost an hour before Sandy was going to meet me). I pulled out my rolling cooler, blanket and chair and walked down to the beach and set up on the left. I didn't go all the way to the left which is the risque side, but right there. It was still a little early in the day, only 9:45, sun was already getting hot. There were a few people on the right side of the beach and one man with a small pouch cover his penis on the left side. I kicked off my shoes and scanned the 250-300 feet to the parking lot. My sister wasn't due yet, so I walked down to the water and felt the water. It wasn't too cold, but very relaxing on such a hot day already. Sweat was starting to accumulate on my lower back. I walked into the water a little and down the beach a bit. I strolled down the beach a bit, water kicking up my shins. There wer two ladies with their kids down this side of the beach, so I walked up to the shelter house and changing areas about 200 feet from the beach and 30 feet from the wide parking lot. I still had at least 30 minutes before Sandy was due here and no other cars were arriving. It had been a long drive and I needed to empty the bladder. The picnic area was nearer to the beach, then the changing rooms, men on my right and women on the left as I faced the parking lot. As I recalled, the changing areas were little more than 10 foot walls built up around a few stalls and sinks, with some sepration walls in the womens. No roof, no showers, it was good enough for the state park, I suppose. I pivoted and turned. I noticed at last second I had turned myself around and was headed to the men's changing area. Feeling a little naughty and taking a quick ook to th beach and parking lot, I went on in. I quickly entered a stall. I was peeing when I heard the shuffling of stuff. Someone was coming into the men's while I was there. My heart was racing. No talking, sounds like just one person. What to do. stay quiet and wait until he leaves or... I decided to just have made a mistake. I finished my business, opened the stall and walked to the sink. He must've been on the other side in the chamging area. I washed my hands and then walked around to see, and be seen. I was the man from the beach and he had his thong off with his back to me. He was putting it into a bag. He pulled another out of the bag and that's when he turned and saw me. "Might I ask what you are doing in the women's," I attempted to sound confident in asking my question. He tilted his head to the side, smiling as he looked me in the eyes. He had to see that I was stealing glances southward. There wasn't anything long or especially thick, but he wa completely shaved. He was not erect, withhis balls hanging loose. He was older than I had originally thought, maybe late 30's or early 40's, tall, thin, fairly handsome, though not GQ. "Well?" "Pardon me, ma'am, but you are in the men's." "I don't think so," I said backtracking a little. He just stood and stared at me. Did his cock just twitch a little? I walked out of the changing room, looked at the door and saw the men's sign. My heart was really beating fast now. I walked back in to find him in the same spot. I stammered a meak apology,"I'm so sorry. I could've sworn..." My voice trailed off as he took a step or two in my direction. I was nervous, but very turned on. "It's okay there. As you can see, I'm not too shy. Are you shy?" At first I didn't get his meaning, but then he pointed to my dress and then motioned to his naked body. "I see you are setting your stuff on the open side of the beach. Lady all alone. Are you an open type of lady?" "I am open to suggestions. What did you have in mind?" "Show me." It was a command. There was something in his voice. I tugged my dress and dropped it to my feet. He nodded his head at my groin. I knew what he wanted and did not hesitate to remove my little red thong. "Very nice!," he said as his cock was now twitching and hardening. "Come over here, baby." I bent to pick up my clothes. "Leave them, no better yet. Hand them to me." I did it. I am standing in the mens changing area, no clothes, no shoes, heart beating, pussy dripping. "Lay down here," he commanded as he was laying my dress on the ground. He lowered himself to the ground and entered me qith ease. After a couple of strokes, "I don't think we need to echange names at this oint baby. I'll just cal you baby." His thrust were slow and deep, the head hitting my cervix with each stroke. "I can't believe my lucky day baya." He smiled, looked me directly in the eyes, then his face hardened. His pace quickened. He didn't last long and he didn't keep inside. He pulled on a pair of shorts. As he was walking away hesaid, I'll see you later, baby. On the beach, and when I say so, we'll come back here. You okay with that baby. Will you be MYY Baby today?" My mind was racing. My sister was coming. There would be more people later, but I couldn't resist this guy. There was something in his voice. "Yes. I'll be Baby for you today. What should I call you?" Before he turned the corner, "Don't call me anything. I'll cal you and hen I do you drop everything and answer." He was gone. I gathered my stuff, went to a stall to clean up a bit, then got dressed. No one saw me as I left the men's room. I walked out to my car to get my bag (the one with towels and supposedly my suit). Just them I heard the honking car and turned to see Sandy and the kids waving.