Summer has made a triumphant return to New England, and I expect to enjoy it while it lasts, which isn't very long up here. We've had quite a bit of rain over the past week, and temperatures have been, for the most part, seasonable. On the first weekend in June, we had four days of temperatures in the mid nineties, that's where this story takes place.
On the Saturday of that hot, four day stretch, Deb and I decided to go to the beach. Normally, on days that hot, we sit by her pool, but it had just been opened and wasn't ready for swimming yet. We packed up our coolers, beach chairs and umbrellas, and arrived at the beach early, anticipating that it would be busy. Within an hour of arriving, it was very crowded, and where we were sitting, there were a large group of young people, college age.
Even in the shade of our umbrella, it was brutally hot, especially so early in the year. There was no way that a person could stay in direct sunlight very long. I love to people watch when I'm in a crowd. The beach was full of younger guys and girls, mainly college and high school age. The first thing that I noticed are the bikinis that younger girls wear today, even high school girls. They don't cover much. Deb and I chuckled about it, stating that our parents would never have let us wear bikinis like that. I also noticed that almost every girl now has at least one tattoo, some have a lot. I didn't get mine until I was in my early thirties, after my divorce.
After a couple of hours of sitting, reading my book, and people watching, Debbie brought to my attention that there were three young men, in their early twenties, glancing at us. I had noticed it as well. With all of the barely naked college girls on the beach, it was us that they were looking at.
"Maybe I should flash them." Debbie said.
I replied, laughing "Knock it off, there are kids around, slut."
Debbie peered over her sunglasses, looked them right in the eyes, and squeezed her tits together. I couldn't believe that she did it. The guys laughed and high fived each other, still looking at us.
"That got their attention." she said.
"Alert, alert, horny cougar on the beach." I replied, shaking my head while chuckling.
After about ten minutes, we decided that it was time to go in the water. To do so, we had to walk by those three young men. They watched us every step of the way. Just as we got to their blanket, Debbie had to open her mouth.
"Good morning, boys." she said, looking down at them. "Care to join us for a swim?"
We introduced ourselves, and then walked toward the water, the guys following us like puppy dogs. By now, the beach, and water, were full of people. One of the guys was very cute, and very young. Well, young for me anyways, he was nineteen. His name was Robert, but he liked to be called Chip. I introduced myself, and we walked into the water together. Debbie was talking to the other two guys.
Although it was very hot out, the water was very cold. It usually doesn't warm up until late June or early July. Chip and I slowly walked into together, trying to get use to numbing cold. At that time of year, the surf is high too, and it produces large waves that break hard. We walked in to about our waist, when a large wave knocked me on my ass, as I tried to get up, another one knocked me back down again. I was wet from head to toe, and I'm not really a salt water fan.
"Are you having some issues there Sara?" Chip said, as he looked down at me, laughing.
"I could use a hand here." I replied.
Another wave crashed into both of us and he helped me up. We decided to walk out past the break area, to a spot about chest deep. Every time a wave came, we'd stop. At one point, a large wave came and knocked me backwards into Chip. I was on my way back down on my ass when he wrapped an arm behind me to catch me. In the process of lifting me back up, his arm and right hand made contact with my right tit. I don't know if it was accidental or deliberate, but I didn't care. We finally made it beyond the break point, in water just over chest deep.
We both turned around and faced the beach, the water level was up to my breasts, but not over them. You could still see the curves. Though cold, we had got used to it and it was very refreshing. We were quite a ways out and the tide was coming in, making the beach get further and further away. I could see our beach umbrella off in the distance, and noticed that Deb wasn't there. I scanned the beach, and saw her standing in water that was knee deep. She was talking to some guy.
Chip and I spoke for a while. He was a college student who lived with two other guys right on the beach. He said that he wanted to be a financial consultant. As we talked, we would dunk our heads into the water for a bit to cool down. After around ten minutes, I noticed that the water had risen to above my tits, and I could feel a current. The tide was coming in quickly so we decided to walked back toward the beach. He complimented me, more than once about how hot I was. I asked him if he'd ever been with an older woman, he said the oldest was twenty eight.
I mentioned to him about where I worked, and I saw his eyes widen. He told me that he had heard about our spa but had never been there. I told him to come visit and to call first and ask for me. He asked if I saw clients outside of the spa. I told him that I do, once I get to know them. I was getting very hot again, so we stopped walking.
We stood in chest deep water and continued chatting.
"Have you ever dated a college guy?" he asked.
"Dated" I replied, "Define dated?"
"You know." he said.
"Well," I replied, "If you mean a relationship, no." I said.
"Oh, so you're a cougar?" he asked.
I looked down the beach, pointed toward Debbie, and said "No, she's a cougar."
"So you've never been with a college guy?"
"Sweety," I replied, "I've been with lots of college guys, but only at the spa.