Our Day At The Beach

Author's Note: This story has been written exclusively for Literotica's "Summer Lovin' Story Contest 2010" writing competition. Thanks in advance for your votes and/or comments (but especially the votes, the higher the better, lol). I have tried my best to write this story in keeping with the spirit of the theme. Vote with your heart.

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"I'm so excited, more than you can even imagine!" Wendy announced in a loud voice as she felt the sand under her feet and between her toes.

"This is fantastic!" her husband, Steve, quickly agreed. "Oh wow, look at the ocean!"

He was weighed down with beach supplies and allowed her to run in front of him, enjoying her perfectly formed body -- well, perfect as he saw perfect. Slender, shapely, noticeable hips, tight ass, and that butt-length blonde hair that he loved to pull on when they made love, like the reins of a horse when she was on hands and knees. He'd been skeptical of romance-matching software, but had to admit he'd never found a more compatible mate as her.

Wendy broke into a sprint, between two kids building a sand castle and a woman reclining on a beach chair, until she was knee-deep in the roiling surf. Then she dove under, disappearing for several moments, resurfacing with a sputter in chest-deep water.

"Be careful, the waves can catch you by -" he started to warn her when a particularly strong surge picked her body up, saltwater rushing above her shoulders and nearly over head.

He laughed as she was plunged underwater again, only to resurface, the nasty expression on her face indicating she'd gotten a mouthful of it. Steve could only laugh as he claimed their spot and set up for the day.

He thrust a beach umbrella into the sand like an ancient discoverer planting a flag. Standing proudly, saluting the sky, he shouted, "I declare this new land as Carpenter Beach!"

In the distance his wife, who had seen and heard him as she walked toward the beach, laughed aloud. Unimpressed she told him, "Wow, how absolutely clever."

"I never claimed to be," Steve said in his own defense as he watched her approaching, her sizeable boobs jiggling inside of the small bikini top.

She hugged him tightly, being sure to rub her chest against his. "Thanks so much for this trip. Love you."

They kissed, the embrace lingering long enough to share tongues.

"Love you too, especially how you spoil me," he returned, referring to their sexual couplings of the previous night.

She giggled, hugging him even harder. "I love making you happy. And the reason why last night was so great is because of how excited I was, knowing we'd be coming here today. So, if you can find a way for us to visit here more often..."

"After last night," he decided, "I sure as heck am going to try."

Her nose wrinkled cutely as she leaned closer, moving her mouth to his right ear. "We are going to make love on the beach, aren't we? This is what summer is all about. I love it so much here. We have to make the best of it. Please tell me we will, please-please-please? If we do, tonight will be even better than last night, I promise!"

Her words, and the memories of the intense lovemaking the previous evening, one in front of the TV as they watched "Beach Blanket Bingo" and a second time in bed a little later to the sounds of the Beach Boys, stirred his dormant manhood. As he looked around at the kids, and the other beachgoers nearby, he wondered if this was the best place to make such an attempt.

Maybe if they swam in the ocean, got frisky, waited for them all to leave... "Sure, anything you want. We'll find a way."

He pulled out two oversized towels, a blanket, and a couple of water bottles from a bag he'd carried in. She picked up the towels and set them up side by side, which left Steve wondering why his wife Wendy had also packed a blanket. As he glanced at it quizzically, and then at her, the expression she returned was understood.

"The blanket's for being naughty," she told him, her smile turning sultry, "whenever you're ready."

Her sexual inference caught the attention of his genitals, which again responded.

Steve couldn't help but grin. "Come on, let's go for a swim."

Together, holding hands, they ran into the rushing surf, fighting against the incoming waves until they were shoulder-deep in the water. Here the waves were merely rising in depth, lifting their bodies before returning them to the sand, before violently breaking and crashing to the sand.

They frolicked in the sun, enjoying this time immensely, knowing it was limited and trying their best to make the most of it. The spontaneous kisses were frequent, and sneaky caresses of body parts were often when they were in water deep enough.

His arms moved around her again, pulling her close. Making sure no other beachgoers were close by enough to overhear their conversation above the din of noise from voices and waves, Steve suggested, "Let's make love in the water and on the beach... what do you have to say about that?"

"Right here?" she asked, a little stunned, "right now?"

"Why not?" he challenged his wife. "If we get naughty now, then I'll have time to recover so I can be ready for some summer lovin' on the beach."

When her smile turned into a concerned frown she twisted right and then left, checking where the others were. Deciding they might be able to get away with it, Wendy finally gave in. "Okay, but if anybody gets close we'll have to stop."

"They're all staying closer to the beach, we're perfectly safe... except, maybe, for you," he added with a devious grin on his face.

When she saw the smile and the tilting of his head she knew what he had in mind. She tilted hers in the opposite direction before their open mouths met, lips compressing tightly together, tongues entwining in a deep kiss that sent tingling through both of their bodies. Beneath the water, using his right hand that was facing away from the beach, he pushed the bikini cup off of one boob and squeezed on it.

Feeling safe in her husband's arms, Wendy used the same tactic as Steve was using to move a hand down the front of his elastic waistband to begin fondling his soft cock, which wouldn't be soft for long, she knew. No sooner did she begin stroking on the shaft that she could feel twitches of arousal as it began to expand.

"I love you so much, sweetheart," she told him when they interrupted the passionate kisses to grab some fresh air. "I know you went to a lot of effort to get us here, all of the sacrifices you made, and for this I am truly grateful."

He saw the love in her moist blue eyes as they gazed into his. "Everything I do is for you. I love you too, Wendy, so very much."

They both leaned forward for more kissing, their tongues meeting more fervently this time. After giving her stiff nipple a final tug he moved the hand lower, now urgently rubbing her pussy through the bikini bottoms. This stirred her excitement and in response she stroked his growing cock with increasing vigor. The waves continued to lift and drop them as they expressed their deep connection in the physical realm.

"I'll have to take them off," he told her, referring to the bottoms. "I can pull the strings if you can make sure it doesn't get caught in the current and taken away."

Her face reddened at the thought. "Now that would be humiliating. Please be careful, Steve. I'm trusting you not to turn a fantastic day into a nightmare, okay?"

He grinned. "I didn't go through all that I did to get us here and have it end in catastrophe, believe me. I'll be careful, relax. Just don't lose your grip."

He tugged on the strings one side at a time, the hand that had been formerly stroking his cock now had a death-grip on the tiny piece of fabric. After a swell passed, lifting them again, once their feet returned to the sand he took it from her and placed it over one of her shoulders.

"This part's easy," he said with a smile as he simply tugged the front of his swim trunks down over his testicles and erect organ.

"No fair! Guys get to pee standing up, guys get to do what you just did... why is it always harder for women?" Wendy briefly complained.

"Sorry, I wasn't on the design team. I would've made humans more efficient when it came to sex. I would've called it 'Plug'n Love', something like that."

She had to laugh at her brilliant engineer-husband. It was his hard work, long hours, and ingenuity that had gotten them here in the first place, an impressive feat for a guy who was still in his middle twenties.

"I have some other improvements in mind as well," Wendy shared, speaking from her experience as a nurse. Recalling their bag-less vacuum cleaner, she could easily imagine a similar design for human waste.

"You can be my consultant," he joked. "But let's say we save this chatter for later and do something with this big, throbbing log of a cock that's feeling all alone in strange territory. He wants a place to hide," he offered with a cute wink.

"Someplace warm, I hope."

It was a little cumbersome and difficult, requiring them to get into a rhythm with the ocean, but for a nurse and engineer who were accustomed to challenges, they eventually succeeded.

"If that's a log of a cock, then I must be a hollowed-out one," Wendy teased him as he pushed inside, their two bodies sized just right for one another.

Being a brilliant engineer he was quick to harness the limitless power of the water, using the swells to aid instead of disrupt their lovemaking, and it was working surprisingly well. Their eyes closed, no longer caring if anyone else saw, instead focusing on the pleasure being derived from his hardness moving within her juicy, heated core. They moaned softly, his hands on top of her shoulders, her arms clutching his waist, their bodies writhing to heighten the joyful delight.

"Oh, yes," she moaned into his ear as she concentrated on the amazing sensations her husband's organ sent racing through her flesh.

They didn't fuck, they made love, cherishing with each stroke this brief time they had in this most treasured of all places. This "Summer Pod" represented so much... love, hope, a sense of normalcy, and a relief from the deep depression that had been gripping the Colony that drugs could not alleviate, destroying it from within, and with it humanity's last hope. And now, at least for today, there was no sense of urgency, no depression, only summertime bliss.

Her arms tightened around his waist when she climaxed, clenching, riding him as yet another swell lifted them upward. For the briefest of times she was in heaven, or someplace like it, in a special place where nothing mattered, where there were no worries. Her muscles tightened as her convulsions of ecstasy began, her body grinding against his just like it had the previous evening.

Steve lasted a few more waves but her heated core, gripping him tightly, drew the seed from his balls. He grunted aloud as his climax gripped his form, strong ribbons of seed filling her womb. They both hoped that this time might be magical, might bear them the child humanity so desperately needed.

Afterwards they swam, body-surfed, kissed and fondled, all the while pretending the sights and sounds surrounding them were real. But at the end Wendy could no longer carry on the mirage. Grabbing her husband's hand, leading him to their towels on the sand past the same two kids who were still building a sandcastle, their mother still lounging close by, they collapsed.

"You did a nice job, really, but the kids are still in the same place, the mom too," Wendy pointed out.

He sighed. "I did the best I could given the resources I was allotted. Once others start coming here, enjoying this, there might be upgrades."

He felt helpless, hoping this day might cure his wife of her woes. The Great Depression had a different meaning in this time. No longer inspired by money, which was now meaningless, but rather by a rash of cabin fever, the ranks of the three thousand people hand-selected to live on the moon, to survive, had resulted instead in their deaths and dwindled to less than twenty-three hundred.

A contest had been held, ideas submitted, a lottery of sorts asking those still remaining what needed to be done to lift the shroud of depression and offer a sense of hope, to save humanity. Steve rose to the challenge, making his suggestion, even offering plans as to how to how it could happen.

And it had become a reality. Limited resources, treasured, were released, in light of the alternative -- a small society, the last of an endangered species, killing themselves off. He was given control of the project, allowed to use his creativity, but some things had to be cut.

They swam, frolicked, chased one another into the surf, and shrieked with joy. But after a time the artificial sun began to sink, to turn golden, and they knew their time in paradise was growing short.

"Goodbye, sun," Wendy said, waving at the descending orb.

Steve was pulling at her. "Come on, let's get naughty under the blanket you brought."

She looked at him with surprise. "Really?"

"Really," he confirmed.

She scampered ahead of him, jumping onto the towels with a playful squeal. He quickly joined her, pulling the blanket over their bodies. Underneath they clawed at one another's garments, stripping them away.

"Love you so much," he whispered, kissing her cheek, and then her lips, his cock enlarging with arousal.

Despite the other lifeless beach-lovers they disappeared under the blanket, hands groping, sexual parts becoming aroused. Steve's hands easily removed his wife's bikini, hands exploring, tantalized by the discoveries. She felt him as well, caressing, coaxing him to fill rigidity. He was on top of her, groping, finally the tip of his manhood finding the opening before he thrust.

"That feels so nice," Wendy whispered as her arms encompassed him, her hips joining his as his hard cock began filling her. "Very nice indeed."

They made love on the beach, under the blanket. Not far away, a couple of mechanized kids kept working at making a sand castle that would never be, and a nearby mother lying on her beach chair would never turn or burn.

Steve's cock was stiff, his need urgent, as he found the opening and began plunging deeply inside. His mate softly cried out in pleasure until the familiar ejaculations began.

Global warming warned of by others came on more quickly than anticipated, thanks to newly industrialized nations streaming carbon dioxide into the air. The United States heavily fined their businesses for this, destroying their economy as China and other countries thoughtlessly polluted, reaping in the riches.

There would eventually be a price to pay, no matter the source. The oceans receded, lakes and rivers dried up, making the planet, the hospitable planet we had all grown up to love, an inhospitable sphere. A few of the lucky fled, and with them a chance at survival.

But will they? The "Summer Pod" is humanity's last hope.

How much do you love summer, Beach Blanket Bingo, and the Beach Boys? Enough to give life meaning?