On Memorial Day weekend I had the most wonderful time on the western shore of the Chesapeake Bay in Calvert County. I drove down on Sunday afternoon with the intention of walking and collecting fossil shark teeth and sea glass. As I drove down the the beach, I changed my mind and decided I would swim. The water was so calm and the angle of the sun illuminated three rows of sand bars. I had to get in.
I should add here that I did not have a bathing suit, so I took my bra off and went in the water with a jean shirt and t-shirt. I didn't have on any undies, so they didn't have to come off. It took me wading out about 80 feet to get to water that was chest level. (While I was in the water, my dog H swam out to me a couple of times. Once he was to me, he wanted to hang out on my shoulder to get out of the water. I had to send him back to the beach for the rest of this story.)
Treading water combined with lack of panties created interesting sensations and I got a little turned on. So I was like what the hell? I'll do what I want. I'm so far out that the kids and old folks on the beach can't tell what I'm doing.
Raindrop / Mea Culpa Merlin |
In addition to the tactile pleasure I was feeling, reveling in this connectedness made me want to cum even more. During quick tension and release of the orgasm, with my insides still contracting, I withdrew into myself and imagined I was swirling in a sea of blood, rain, piss, glacial streams, cum, mountain springs, spit, snow, tears. Waves caressed my neck and shoulders. Once I opened my eyes, the sky was blue, so so blue. I felt alive and part of something so much bigger than myself.