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Embarrassing Moment at the Beach
by BoundBalls
 

 

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Copyright 1998 by BoundBalls.

Copies may be made and posted elsewhere for personal
enjoyment, but all commercial rights are reserved.

 

 

Story:    Embarrassing Moment at the Beach (F/m,
humil)

Author:   BoundBalls

 

 

Embarrassing Moment at the Beach

 

I will always remember this day to follow.

 

My wife and I were married for about 4 years at the
time and we were on a "beach vacation" at Virginia
Beach. These are what I consider to be the best
vacations. We do nothing but spend the entire time on
the beach. No frantic bustling about trying to site
see everything that is possible to see in a day, no
schedules, no nothing, but laying out warming our
bodies and cooling off in the surf. 

 

Lets just say I like to get a good tan; I am a nut for
lying in the sun and getting bronzed. I love the feel
of the sun beating down on me warming my body and
penetrating to my soul. So I wore my Speedo swimsuit
to get maximum exposure. My wife however is not keen
about me being out in public with the Speedo on. She
much prefers the loose boxer type trunks so not so
much detail of my male ego shows. However that is
partly why I like Speedos. I feel attractive in them.
I might not be the body builder of the world but I am
comfortable with the endowment I have been given. And
I feel good if I think the opposite sex might notice
me because of it. Well, this day she decided to get
even with me for wearing the Speedo. Really to make a
point, I think. We had been out on the beach for about
3 hours when she asked if I would put some oil on her
back.

 

We both know this gets me worked up a bit, the feel of
her skin gliding under my hands with the silky layer
of oil between them. Because of this usually when we
are out in public I just try to fore go the erotic
enjoyment and hurry up and whip the stuff on before I
get too aroused.

 

This day was going to be very different I was going to
find out. As usual, I quickly applied the oil on her
back and then began to sit back down on my side of the
blanket, but she had other ideas. Just as I was
sitting down she looked up shielding her eyes from the
sun with her hand and asked if I would mind also do
the back of her legs too. The sun was getting pretty
hot already so I didn't think anything about it and
got back up on my knees and started on her legs. This
was taking a little longer than I wanted and could
feel the definite engorging sensation swelling between
the legs. I thought, if I could wrap this up quickly I
could finish her legs before it became to obvious to
those around us how this was getting to me.

 

I wasn't going to be so lucky. Just as I was finishing
and getting ready to hit the blanket again she spread
her legs a little, her perfect, very long, and slender
legs. She then stated, with her head still lying on
the blanket, in a matter of fact expression that she
needed the oil everywhere. She said it was hot out and
she did not want any part of them to burn. So I was
told "to make sure I get it all the way up to her
swimsuit edges please." This is when I figured she is
teasing me. This only made it worst because she is not
normally a teaser. She usually gets mad if I even palm
her ass in public. So I took advantage of this rare
playfulness and rub the lotion as high as I could,
playfully fondling my wife's ass cheeks where at that
little crease between the leg and the curvature of the
cheek itself. My playfulness was having a counter
productive affect on me though. As much as I was
enjoying fondling my wife's ass I was also was
becoming very aware how constraining and small my
Speedo was becoming at that moment.

 

Decisions, decisions, I was torn between the
temptation of continuing to fondling my wife
intimately in public or wanting nothing more that to
dive back to the safety of my side of the blanket face
down and let things settle down. But she was really in
rare form and said thanks and rolled over onto her
back then she asked if I could you do the front of her
legs as well. With that the decision was made for me,
so I settled in and began working on the front of her
legs as well. The same thing applied to the front of
her legs, I had to make sure I covered her legs
everywhere. I started with her toes and sensually
started to rub the oil in, then her ankles and calves.
As I was working my way up her legs she propped
herself up on her elbows to watched my every move. She
was watching me very intently. Not really looking at
what I was doing as much as just looking at me. In a
way that made me feel a bit uncomfortable kind of like
I was on display and performing for her. Her stare was
causing my subconscious to play tricks with my mind,
making me feel like everyone on the beach including
her knew this was arousing the hell out of me and
causing me to experience mild anxieties that people
are probably watching me. Of course, no one really
pays any attention to those that are around them at
the beach anyway, so I was just getting myself all
worked up for nothing but I could not help letting
those thoughts have an effect me.

 

My wife had on a "what I would consider barely legal"
string bikini that hardly covered anything and
required a razor to keep everything looking neat and
proper (funny how hers is considered socially
acceptable). So when I got up to the top of her legs
and the edge of her bikini I was having a hard time
not noticing the intimate contact I was having with
her sex, her mound and neither space. By this time I
was becoming lost in lust and having explicit sex with
my fingers and her body if that was at all possible. 

 

I will never forget this - She spoke and broke my lust
filled trance of sex with her intimate space. She said
as she looked at me with a growing grin "I have told
you numerous times before that I don't really like you
wearing that type of swimsuit, to much of you shows."
Her eyes shifted to my groin and I could feeing their
heat boring into my swimsuit. "Besides... (as she
deliberately focuses all her attention at my crotch)
it looks mighty uncomfortable... not to mention the
fact that your showing off... and... Uh... humm... you're
hanging out as well... take a look for yourself." With
that, she taps the underside of my balls with her foot
to make her point known where the hell I should be
looking. 

 

I'll tell you right now, she knew exactly what she was
doing and I played right along. I followed her gaze
and for the first time I saw, to my extreme
embarrassment, the entire head of my cock pushed out
past the waistband of the Speedo. Actually it was
worse than that. It wasn't just my mushroom gland
exposed but about two inches of the shaft below the
head as well. And there was no doubt that I was
excited. The gland was almost purple, bloated to it's
limits with the skin taunt, stretched to the point
that there was no surface detail any more, just a
shiny wet reflective surface that looked like it was
going to burst at any moment. My shaft was beat red
too; the veins were full, dark, and tense. The entire
structure looking like it was going to blow soon. My
shaft looked like it was about 1000 degrees
Centigrade. I couldn't take my eyes off how all the
veins where showing in all their detail, they were so
apparent. I have always like my veins of my penis. I
think they give my shaft character and in a way
symbolize the power that lies within it. But the
detail I was seeing was grossly exaggerated to the
point that even the material of the suit from the
waste band to my balls might as well have not been
there. I might as well have been completely naked. The
suit appeared to be air brushed on. The Speedo took on
the appearance of wet shiny paint on the surface of my
sex. It wasn't until then, seeing how desperate my sex
looked that I realize how hot it felt to my own skin.
It was actually burning my abdomen. I knew I was
excited, but I had assumed that I was concealed and
all contained with in the Speedo. 

 

I can't describe how exposed I felt and how close I
was to blow my top and cum at that point. There was
even a trail of clear pre-cum leaking out of the eye
of my gland making a sticky mess as it made its way
down my shaft and down the front of my suit. I was
really feeling the anxiety welling up within me of
embarrassed now. My mind just keep pondering how long
had she been looking at me like this and not saying a
word. It had to be at least the entire time she was on
her back watching me and teasing me along. She really
had me in a predicament. I think she might know about
my little secret of being slightly a bit of an
exhibitionist. Enjoying the little attention I get
thinking some women might be getting a thrill look at
my package. But for me that is when I am in the relax
state hidden behind a Speedo.  This on the other hand
was way outside of my comfort zone. My anxiety just
kept feeding itself. I was getting tunnel vision and a
feeling that the world was collapsing around me. All I
could see was my hot, pulsating, sticky, beat red
cock, drooling. My embarrassed level was increasing
exponentially as I sat there staring at my cock while
more and more of it continued to show, definitely more
than I ever wanted to show.

 

My wife broke the ice and said, "I see by your COCK
that you're enjoying this." She never uses the word
COCK and it was a dagger driving to my soul hearing
it. I looked up to her face again and was to
dumbfounded to reply.   Then she added with a grin,
"GOOD!",  "Now that I have your attention, Sweetie,
you can finish with my tummy and chest please," Her
voice was now in command, there was a hint of mischief
in tone along with her smirk but like a robot I
followed her command. Damn it,  I was having a tough
time dealing with my senses. I keep feeling like I was
going to explode at any second for all to see. She
just laid there with her grin, eyes transfixed on my
cock the entire time. I felt like I could read her
mind, she was just waiting for me to degrade myself to
the point of an uncontrolled orgasm and she wasn't
going to miss it if it happened. I began to wonder if
she knew how close to an uncontrolled boiling point I
was. I couldn't believe how really turned on I was
with the whole situation, the exposure, her sexy body,
and her selfish attention to my cock. She doesn't ever
give me attention like this. I was pretty much at a
point oblivious of the others on the beach. All I
could see was me reduced to just this huge penis
pulsating with hands, no body anymore, mauling her
breast with frustrated lust as I apply the last of the
oil to her chest.

 

Finally, as my cock bobs harder and harder with every
pulse of my heart she has enough or thought I had and
laughs, using her foot on my cock, she pushes me away
as you would push a nosy dog away and tells me I
better lay down on my stomach and cool off before I
embarrass myself any further by popping off for the
beach crowd. I guess little did she know, that simple
little push back with her foot was all that was
required to start the uncontrolled trigger of an
unstoppable climax which is exactly what she stated
moments before to watch out for, "popping off for the
crowd." The contact of her foot was like a branding
iron to my cock flesh and instantly triggered the
first pulse of ache in my balls that was so deep that
began the uncontrollable climax I knew she was looking
for. I was so close as it was that if she would have
let me continue the rub down few seconds longer she
would have had me by the balls popping off
uncontrollably for all of the beach crowd see without
any assistance. I could not believe that I was brought
to this point, cumming on the beach in broad daylight
with a bunch of people around. I knew that I was
dealing with a seriously a hair trigger but couldn't
believe that is all it took to for my body to betray
me, and loose control of its actions and embarrass me
like that. 

 

Before I could even begin to move for my side of the
blanket the first hot geyser of cum came shooting out.
The convulsion of my muscles that perform that task
made it difficult to control my motions to the
blanket. My abdomen was bucking with the climax as I
trying to steady myself. The first shoot of cum came
ripping out and clung to my chest hairs and started to
drip from my nipple, As I started to fall for the
blanket the second convulsion caused me to look down
at my angry red shaft and the second burst of cum came
jetting out into my face. It was hot and tacky as I
fell to the safety of the blanket face down grinding
my groin for all it was worth into the sand below.  I
was besides myself feeling like everyone on the beach
had stopped what he or she were doing and where
mocking me and laughing at my weakness. As I finished
grinding myself into the sand like a pathetic dog - my
wife said, "Look at you... You're so easy to manipulate
and control." Then she leaned in real close to my ear
while putting her hand on my ass so her fingers could
curl into that area behind my balls were the shaft
enters that body so she could feel the last of my
convulsions and tremors. "I know you liked that, did
you?" She said in a breathy whisper as she gave my
shaft a final squeeze with her fingertips to accent
her point. With a humbling and self realizing look I
turned to her with cum streaked across my cheek and
dripping off my eyebrow and lightly nod my head that
she was right. I said very quietly so no one else
would here, "yes, I guess I did" She just laughed and
withdrew her hand slowly while stating that I am so
weird. 

 

I never did look up to see if anyone noticed of not.
But then again I didn't really want to know either.
That night she and I fucked like animals. We are much
older now and while I have continuing yearnings of
female dominance she has never played that role again.
I still look back to our earlier days and wish she
were still as loose and carefree as she was back then.
She has grown up too much and has either forgotten or
restrains the unbridled passion she had back then.

 

Hopefully you enjoyed this. I would entertain any
comments you have even if it is just to chat. 

 

The End.

 

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