A relative of Julia's sadly passed away. She was quite wealthy and left Julia some money. Not only did Julia receive a cash sum, but she also inherited a beach hut on the Suffolk coast. It was about thirty minutes drive away. Julia and I had no idea her aunt had a beach hut. We excitedly went to see it, but were quite disappointed to find it in a state of disrepair.
We made a list of what needed doing. Some of the wood needed replacing, a new ash felt roof was required, it needed fitting out inside, and finally the old paint stripped off, and a full repaint outside and inside.
I'm quite good at DIY, so was very happy to take on the job. I also had a few weeks off work. It was the height of the Summer, and I looked forward to take the task on.
The first thing I did was gut the inside. I made two bench seats, a fold out table and some storage cupboards. I replaced the broken glass windows and painted the inside.
Julia and Ulma were away for a few days, so I decided to stay in the beach hut for a couple of nights. I'd bought a camping gas two ring stove, and a small gas heater. I'd put a solar panel on the new ash felt roof. This charged a car battery which was enough to power two low wattage light bulbs.
Julia provided bed linens, cushions, towels and curtains. It really was very cosy. On the first evening I sat with the doors open, watching the waves lap against the shore, drinking wine, and eating hot soup with some lovely bread. As the sun went down it started to get chilly and I closed the doors and put the heating on. The wine was quite strong, and soon I was asleep.
I was up early in the morning, made breakfast and soon got on with the DIY jobs on the outside of the beach hut.
That evening I made a fry up, and opened another bottle of wine and again watched the sea as the sun went down. Something caught my eye. It looked like the sea had washed something up. I'd previously found driftwood and plastic bottles, but this looked bigger. I went down to the shoreline to see what it was.
As I approached, it moved, and I wondered if it was a seal. But then I suddenly realised it was a body. I knelt down and turned it over to find it was a woman. She was breathing, and she was shivering. I gave her my arm and helped her to her feet and walked her to the beach hut.
I sat her in front of the heater, and put towels over her shoulders. I put some soup on the gas ring.
I asked her if she wanted me to call an ambulance. In a very heavy French accent she said no. She thanked me for taking her under my wing.
As I looked at her I realised she was very beautiful. I guessed in her early thirties, about five foot ten tall, long dark hair and brown eyes. She had a slender figure.
She looked at me and said, I need to get my wet clothes off. I turned my back to her to give her privacy. She said, oh you English men are so coy. Turn to face me.
So I did, she stood up and removed her wet jeans and then her blouse. She was standing there in front of me in a matching pair of black lacy knickers and bra. Her figure was just perfect, everything in proportion. She smiled at me and said, you need to pick you jaw up from the floor. she reached behind and unclipped her bra. Her breasts fell forward, pert and pink nipples. She then put her fingers in the waistband of her knickers and slid them down her long legs and stepped out of them. Her pussy was shaved smooth. I held a robe up for her and she put it on.
The soup was ready and I passed her the mug. Her slender fingers wrapped around it. She'd warmed up enough to stop shivering.
I asked her how she'd ended up in the sea? She said she didn't fall into the sea. Her boyfriend and her were having a picnic further up the beach and both had, too much to drink. Her boyfriend proposed to her and she'd happily accepted. Then he said they should start their relationship with no secrets. He then told her he had been fucking her sister secretly over the past six months.
They had a quarrel and he'd walked off leaving her on the beach. She'd slept off the alcohol for a bit and when she awoke she needed a piss. So she'd walked to the sea, but as she entered the water she lost her footing and fell in, and still being a little tipsy hadn't put her hands out to break the fall. She'd banged her head, but managed to turn around so it was only her legs in the sea. She had no idea how long she was out for.
Her boyfriend had given her an engagement ring, but she'd lost that when she fell. But now, she didn't care about that.
She said, I'd always suspected him and my sister were having an affair behind my back, and even questioned them about it many times, but they just denied it and said I was being silly and paranoid.
She sighed and said, so that's the end of him.
I suddenly realised I didn't know her name, I introduced myself, and her name was Michelle.
She suddenly started crying, and I sat on the bench beside her and put my arm around her. She hadn't put the robe on properly, just over her shoulders, and it slipped down exposing her right breast.
So I'm sitting there, in shorts and a T shirt with a bulging hard on, watching her breast heave up and down with her sobs.
I wondered if it only happened to me, that when comforting a sobbing woman, I nearly always get an erection? Or do other men get this too?
I didn't want to, but reluctantly I pulled the robe back up to cover her breast.
I had a small folding clothes dryer in the hut, so put her wet clothes on it near the heater.
We drank wine together, luckily I'd brought a good supply. I rummaged around in a cupboard and found of all things a thick Christmas jumper of Julia's, and a pair of black leggings which were Ulma's. I gave them to Michelle, she stood up, dropped the robe to the floor, giving me another fantastic view of her naked body, and put the clothes on.
I sorted some bedding and made up a bed for her on one bench and for me on the other bench.
As I got under my duvet she stood up, came over, held my head in her hands and gave me the double French kiss. She said, thank you, and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
The alcohol had taken affect, and I could hear her softly breathing. During the night she came over to my bench, got beneath my duvet and spooned up to me.
When I awoke the following morning, I dont know how she did it or when, she was still asleep, still spooning my body, but she was holding my erect cock in her hands. Mysteriously my T shirt, shorts and pants were somehow on the floor.
She awoke when I moved her hand, I retrieved my pants and shorts and put them on. She came out from under the duvet and yawned and stretched like a lithe cat. It was then I saw that she was naked.
It was chilly and I put the heater on, filled the kettle and set about making coffee for us.
She smiled and said, I'm sorry about the clothes, or lack of, I just needed to feel the warmth of your skin next to mine.
I was still trying to hide my erection in my shorts, but her naked body was not helping. Michelle was looking directly at my crotch.
Michelle said, and as for your cock, it's nothing to be ashamed of, I always see men with erections when they gaze upon my naked body. It's natural. I've seen bigger than yours, and I've seen smaller than yours.
I looked at her slightly stunned. I said, but you haven't seen my cock. Her eyes sparkled, and she said, oh yes I have. You are such a deep sleeper, I got up to have a piss on the sand during the night, came back in, stripped my clothes off, pulled the duvet off and took your clothes off. Your cock was like a steel rod, I carressed it a bit, kissed it, and even sucked it for a few minutes until your cum filled my mouth. You didn't even move, or wake up. I then lay beside you and fingered my cunt and clit, until I orgasmed.
She said, and then I spooned up to you, and held your cock as I fell asleep.
I wondered what the day ahead had to offer. |
