Almost Caught

Bondage on the Beach

My wife and I had a two-story condominium on an off-shore island in Florida on the Gulf of Mexico. The area where we lived was dotted with condominium townhouses and high-rises, with some areas of dunes in between, and a long expanse of white beach. Down the coast about eight miles was deserted beach, with both a gulf side and a 'sound' side which faced the intracoastal waterway. The intracoastal waterway side was pretty deserted and mostly hidden by large dunes. We had fucked several times in the dunes, but never quite in the fashion that I had in mind for today.

We gathered up the usual blanket, drinks, food, and sunscreen. I added a few things to my backpack which I hoped I could use later, and we started driving down the beach for our day in the secluded dunes. You know what Sharon looked like back then, so I won't waste time describing her, except to remind you that she kept her pussy shaved bald, both for me, and for the skimpy thong bikini that I could occasionally convince her to wear, which barely concealed her pussy lips and nipples. She always wore a long, white t-shirt until we were concealed among the dunes. Water shoes were a must in the hot sands until we reached water's edge.

Arriving at the site, we parked on the side of the beach road and walked the half-mile across the dunes to the water on the intracoastal waterway side of the island. I kept scanning the sands behind us to make sure we weren't being followed. We hit the water and played for a while, and then ate lunch. After lunch, I began the real activities I had in mind. "Want to try something different?" I asked.

"Oh, and just how many ways can you screw differently on the beach?" my wife asked, playfully.

"Well, we haven't tried beach bondage yet," I replied.

"Oh, no! Not out here in the open! Not in broad daylight!" she replied. But I noted that the playful tone was still in her voice.

"Why not? I'll fix you so that I can release you in a hurry if someone is coming. We can do it on the beach so I can see someone a long way off. There's a flat area just a few hundred feet down the beach so dunes can't conceal someone coming from the road. It'll be safer than screwing in the dunes where we could be surprised at any moment because of our not being able to see past the dunes." I sounded really convincing.

"Just where did you have in mind?"

"See that tree at the water's edge? That's where the flat spot is with no dunes and would be perfect. I can see almost all the way to the road, and for at least a mile along the beach in both directions. I'll tie you facing the water, so you can't be seen from the road."

"Well, I guess I'll try it. But don't strip me! I don't want to take any chances out here. You can play under the suit. You can't fuck me standing up very well, anyway." She sounded very stern, but I still detected the playful tone in her voice.

We quickly packed up everything in case we had to make a hasty retreat. Then I picked up my backpack and we headed toward the tree.

The tree was an old scrub oak and was about a foot in diameter. There was sand all around the base. The closest branch was about eight feet above the ground. It was a perfect post. I backed my wife up to the tree and placed her feet on either side of the trunk. I placed a leather cuff on each ankle and clipped a chain between her ankles behind the tree. This would keep her knees apart. I then placed a leather cuff on each wrist, and raised both arms above her head, chaining them together back around the trunk in a similar fashion as her ankles. So, she was my captive, with both arms over her head, chained together behind the tree, and both ankles chained apart behind the tree. The position caused her to arch her back, sticking her magnificent tits out as far as possible, and her belly flattened with her pussy thrust forward, begging. Then I produced the final accouterment. A blindfold!

"Oh, NO! No, you don't! Not here! I want to see if someone comes!" she protested.

"OH, YES! I'll be your eyes. Besides, it will be more stimulating if you can't see.

I placed the blindfold over her eyes. It was an expensive one and didn't allow even any light around the edges. She could see nothing but black! Since we were a few feet from the water, the sand was a bit hot, so I left her water shoes on.

I checked all directions toward the road and along the beach. Re-focusing on her, I began my torment. Nothing unusual, really. First, I kissed her deeply for a long time. In the middle of the kiss, I began running my fingers down her arms toward her armpits. Tickling was always a part of our bondage, and she was extremely ticklish! As her struggles intensified, I kept kissing her until she finally began pleading!

"AAAHHHHAAAAA!!! PP--AAAHH!! PPLLEASSE!! Oh, GOD!!! PLEEEZ!! Not there!! AAEEEEIIIIIIIEEEEE!!" My hands gradually moved from her armpits toward the sides of her barely-covered breasts. Her laughter changed to near-screams, and her struggles were unending. My fingers danced to her ribs, across her belly, down to her groin, the fronts of her legs, the backs of her knees, and then I stopped. I began kissing her lightly as I came up. I licked the fronts of her thighs, her belly, ribs, and the sides of her breasts. By the time I stopped, she was breathing heavily and moaning softly. I continued to play, but never really touched any part of her that was covered by the suit.

"Please touch me!" she begged.

"You know, I can't really touch you the way I want to through the suit," I replied.

"You're going to make me beg you to strip me, aren't you?!"

"Well, not right now. I can wait awhile. I like what I'm doing OK for now," I teased. My fingertips resumed their dance over her ribs.

"AAAAIAAIIIIIIEEEEEE!! PLEEEZ!! DDOONN-----AAAAHHHHHAAAAEEEEEEEEEE------ NOT THEREEEEEEAAHHH!!"

Then I saw the boat! It wasn't large, just a small fishing boat with a small electric motor on it, and with only one person in it. It wasn't close and seemed to anchor about a mile off-shore. Then I saw the casting motion of a fishing pole. To my wife's dismay, I stopped, and took out a pair of binoculars from my pack. I could see that the boat was occupied by a man who was now scanning the horizon with his own binoculars. They seemed to be large, which probably meant that they were powerful. He didn't see me, so I quickly put down the binoculars resumed tormenting my wife. I continued to tickle and stroke and lick until she was in a frenzy. I kept checking the boat frequently.

Then I noticed that the man's silhouette seemed to be turned toward us, obviously looking at us through the binoculars. I realized that we wouldn't be recognizable. He was still far away, and she was blindfolded, and I had on sunglasses. It was then that my wife began to beg.

"Please, DAMMIT! I don't care what I said before! I want you to get rid of this suit and touch me where it counts!"

"Are you sure? What if you're seen?!"

"I'll take that chance. Besides, you said you could release me in a hurry if someone comes along."

"Oh, I can. Let me get this straight. You want me to leave you tied, strip you naked, and make you come regardless of what happens unless someone comes along. Is that right?"

"YES!! PPLLEEAAASSEEE STRIP ME AND MAKE ME COME!!!"

"OK. Remember, you made the rules. I will strip you, but first I have to tell you that there is a boat anchored off-shore about a mile with a fisherman in it who's looking at us through what appear to be very powerful binoculars. So far, he hasn't made any move toward us. He's just watching. So, I guess that doesn't qualify as a reason to change your orders."

"WHAT!! OF COURSE, IT DOES! HE'S WATCHING US!!"

"But you didn't say watching. You said someone coming along. That's different! I'm going to take off your top now and start making you come."

"OH, GOD! You're really going to force me to put on a show for him, aren't you!!?"

"I think his binoculars are powerful enough that he can probably see your nipples and clit," I lied. She shuddered, but didn't protest when I untied the neck strap, and reached behind her arched back to untie the back strap. Her tits bounced out as the top fluttered to the sand. I put it in the bag.

My wife buried her face in her arm in complete embarrassment. Her nipples stood straight out from the large aureole in excitement. I went behind the tree and reached around with both hands, cupping and kneading her breasts. I pinched the nipples and pulled on them just to increase the torment.

"You're offering them to him, aren't you!"

"Sort of, I guess. You do present a rather delectable sight." Then I came back from behind the tree and kissed her breasts lightly, licking and sucking the nipples. She was soon in her previous state of frenzy.

"Now I'm going to show him your pussy," I said softly in her ear.

"I know. I'm just not sure I'm ready for this yeehh--OOOHHHHHH!!! GOD!! You did it!!!" she mewed as I quickly untied both hip straps and she realized that her shaved-bare pussy was fully displayed to the fisherman! The bottoms went in the bag, too.

I took a chance on her being recognized, and removed her blindfold so she could see the fisherman as I began to increase her torment. He was far enough away that I thought the chances of either of us being recognized was very remote. I wanted her to see clearly that there really was someone out there in a boat watching her through binoculars, and that there was absolutely NOTHING that she could do about it, or about the show she was going to be forced to put on for him!              

Then, I stepped to the side so as not to obstruct the man's view of her, and began to caress her legs, abdomen, and breasts. I wanted to eat her pussy and use my tongue on her clit but didn't dare, because I wouldn't have been able to keep an eye on the man in the boat. By the time I touched her clit I had her panting and struggling. I carefully separated her pussy lips, giving the onlooker a clear, unobstructed view of her pussy, and slowly began stroking up and down her moist slit. I simultaneously began licking and sucking her tits. My wife exploded! She couldn't move much, but she managed to spread her knees widely as she pumped up and down on my finger as it slid up and down her slit. Then I slipped my finger inside her with each thrust, and her motions took on a new intensity. By now, she was grunting and groaning, looking directly at the boat with complete lust in her eyes.

I slowly reached behind her with my other hand. It was when I slipped the tip of my other middle finger into her asshole that she exploded in her second orgasm! I did not stop! I continued to finger her pussy and clit and rim and flick my finger in and out of her asshole as I licked and flicked her tits.

She had another shattering orgasm, when I noticed the fisherman was no longer standing up, but was sitting down. I knew the low-power electric motor wouldn't go fast.

"I guess our gawker wants to join the fun! Let's go...now!"

I quickly released the chains and whisked the cuffs off my wife's ankles and wrists. I threw everything, including the blindfold and suit, into the bag, and threw my wife the long white T-shirt to quickly put on. We were over halfway to the car as the boat pulled up on shore. I couldn't help but smile at her swaying tits and half-exposed pussy as she ran toward the road and the car.

We reached the car and took off toward home! As the reality of all this hit my wife, she became more and more excited by having been seen...even from afar...and nearly caught. I saw to it that it wasn't the last time!!