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Part 9 – Not At the Beach!The next day – Rosa’s day to be spanked – she insisted on another public spanking and chose the beach as the setting both for its openness as well as her desire to spend some time on the beach.For those not familiar with the Florida coastline, unlike many other coastal areas, Florida’s beaches are open to the public along their entire length. There are state and county parks that have large parking areas and therefore attract large crowds of people. In between all these parks, there are short beach access streets with room for only a few cars to park. This leaves long stretches of beach with few if any people on them. The problem is that there are also homes and condos along these stretches, so in that respect, they were not very conducive to the kind of beach activities we were interested in. I imagined sitting on a blanket with no one in sight … Rosa over my knee with her bikini bottoms around her knees and a red bottom … and some old fart watching the whole thing from the fourth floor … and he might be as inclined to call the cops as to watch a sexy, young thing have her bottom smackedThat’s why I chose Sand Key Beach … one of the larger county parks with enough beach, dune, and picnic variations to afford some privacy on a weekday when attendance would tend to be lower.After parking, we decided to scope out the beach to find a location, without lugging our stuff all over the place. The main beach and its dunes already had enough people to spoil our plans, but there was an area to the side that overlooked an inlet from the gulf into Clearwater harbor where no one had camped yet. I imagine it’s often left open as the inlet is bordered by large rocks, and you have to walk twice as far to get to the gulf waters. We picked a place that had some natural barriers as well … a large sea grape bush that was dense enough not to be seen through.Retrieving our blanket, towels, umbrella, and cooler from the car, we set up camp.  Not needing the umbrella yet, as we both wanted some sun; we left it lying on the sand. Rosa found her suntan oil and asked me if I wanted to apply it for her. Rubbing oil all over her delicious body? Of course, I did! Laying on her stomach she reached back to untie the strap to her top and let the strings fall to her side, offering her naked back to me.Squirting some oil onto my hands, I went to work massaging her back and then her thighs as I rubbed the oil gently into her flesh. As I did the tops of her thighs, I pulled her bright red bikini bottom up at the legs to be sure she was covered properly. I was encouraged by a near-steady stream of moans and sighs as my fingers caressed every square inch of her back and legs.“Do my whole bottom, Mark?” she said after my fingers had slipped under the stretchy fabric of her bikini bottom, “Please?” Moving to kneel again at her side I put some oil on the small of her back and brought both hands down her back and over her tush, pushing her suit down in the process. A few more strokes, and her suit was totally below her cheeks as though ready for a spanking. We hadn’t made any specific plans about when, how, or where she would be spanked Sex hikayeleri – only that she would in fact be spanked at least a couple of times. While the sight of her naked bottom was tempting me, it didn’t seem like the right time yet. I figured I could get her a lot more aroused before setting out to hurt her naughty little bottom.After a few strokes of her entire back, from shoulder blades to buns, I concentrated on her bottom cheeks, stroking and squeezing those beautiful buns and the delicious crack between them, getting appreciative aural encouragement almost constantly. Again, it would seem an appropriate thing to smack those oily cheeks, but it still didn’t seem quite right.She seemed to agree, saying, “You’ll do my front too, won’t you?”“Absolutely,” I replied as I pulled her suit back up over her behind, “Turn over!”  Reaching for the strings of her top, she merely held them in place so it wouldn’t fall off as she turned over. Once she’d settled in, I filled her belly button with oil, and dipped my fingers into it before sliding up towards her breasts, just barely covered by the top laying loosely over them. Stopping short of them, I reversed direction back to her tummy for more oil. I repeated this process a few times until her abdomen was well lubricated after which I lifted the top off and dumped it beside her, leaving her beautiful breasts bare.Rosa didn’t have what you’d call large breasts, but they were large enough – large enough that even laying on her back with nothing supporting them, there were mounds enough for me. Starting at her tummy again, my hands slid up oh so slowly, her chest heaving as she anticipated my fingers and palms on her tits, moaning loudly as they gently cupped and squeezed the soft orbs. Her chest heaving into my hands, the pressure of tits against palms increased as I stroked and squeezed the soft, malleable flesh.After a few minutes, my fingers were itching for points south so after the next dip in the oil well I started moving below her belly button. After a few quick strokes of her fabulous thighs, I needed more oil. Her navel refilled, my left hand returned to her thighs while my right ran up and down her tummy between the top of her suit and the oil. Once it was nice and slippery, my finger slid easily under the elastic of her suit, then out, then in … back and forth, at little deeper into her pants with each cycle, until I felt the soft patch of pubic hair. Before going any further, I wanted free access to her crotch without her suit in the way.To prepare her for my next conquest, I moved both hands up the inside of her thighs right up to her crotch, where fingertips teased what sensitive flesh was within easy reach, dipping under the legs of her suit just enough to drive her crazy. After a minute or two of this, she wanted her pants off as much as I did. She lifted her hips off the blanket expecting me to take her suit off.  Instead, I let go of her completely to reach for the umbrella lying next to us in the sand.“Don’t put the umbrella up, Mark. I want to stay in the sun!” she said dreamily.“It’s not for the sun,” I replied as the umbrella snapped Sikiş hikayeleri open. “It’s for privacy,” I said as I laid the umbrella on the sand to block the view of anyone who might come from the main beach. She smiled as I pulled on one of the ties that held her suit in place and pulled it open. Rolling towards me to allow me to reach the other tie, Rosa continued smiling as the second tie came loose and with a quick tug the suit was gone, and she was naked. Very quickly both hands homed in on the naked target between her oiled thighs and I was treated to the sounds of satisfaction as my fingers manipulated the pliant flesh of her slippery slit. Up and down her slit, and in and out of her cunt, my fingers brought her to a glorious climax that she reached quickly and quietly as my hands caressed her whole body. When she had calmed, she looked at me with a simple smile and sitting up, her lips found mine as we collided in a passionate kiss, falling with her on top.She thanked me in several ways as we lay together on the blanket. I’m sure she didn’t want to put her suit back on but agreed when I insisted she do so, especially as nearby voices threatened to invade our privacy.We decided to go in the water, but before we headed that way, I told Rosa to bring the Styrofoam paddle board I’d brought along. She looked at me funny knowing I had something up my sleeve. We reached the shore and walked into the water easily until we were up to our chests.  I never tire of the warm, calm water of Florida’s gulf coast and Rosa commented on it as something she missed having moved away. We alternately played like kids and lovers, splashing, and embracing with long kisses not taking notice of anyone else at the beach. Finally, I told Rosa to go back to the shoreline and get the paddle board. Again, I got the funny look, but she did as I asked and as she was returning, she decided to use it to paddle out to me.  It didn’t take long for her to realize what I was up to once she was in position bent over the board, her delicious bottom in that position we both loved, ready for a good smacking … which of course meant she had to do something to earn such punishment and the obvious childish thing to do was to splash me repeatedly! I tolerated it for an appropriate amount of time before grabbing the board, pulling her bottom towards me, and giving her a sharp whack on her wet behind. A squeal of delight brought more splashing and more spanking, though only individual swats. Eventually, I grabbed her around the waist, her bottom an easy target, and was about to start a volley of spanks she’d really feel when a sound from the beach caught our attention … and we were both immediately glad it had. It’s common to be so lost in the ocean … the beauty, the surf, the smells … that you pay no attention elsewhere and this was one of those times. Neither of us had seen the crowds build up as they had.  It wasn’t crowded by any means, but it no longer felt in any way private either. We looked at each other with embarrassment and looked back again. In addition to many more people, there was at least one person, possibly Erotik hikaye several, who seemed to be looking directly at us, taking interest in the sight and sounds of Rosa getting spanked. One standing near the water’s edge smiled, recognizing our embarrassment. Turning away from our audience, we ignored them and shared our embarrassment with each other with guilty smiles and giggles.Not wanting to make it appear a direct response to our getting caught, we continued playing in the water the way we had before for a while before we got out and headed back to our blanket.  Only the one person took any notice at this point and even he lost interest when he realized the show was over.  Hand in hand with me holding the paddle board, we walked up the beach and over to our somewhat more private spot along the inlet.As we arrived at our blanket, we both were aware that our privacy was lost there as well.  More people had arrived and sought a measure of privacy as we had, and a quick look towards the parking lot suggested the flow of visitors wasn’t letting up any time soon. I reflected on the fact that my strategy for avoiding crowds hadn’t worked and cursed the ‘damn tourists’ for spoiling our day, without acknowledging in any way that Rosa was in fact one of those tourists.”I’m sorry, Rosa” I offered as we fell on our blanket still holding hands.”It’s not your fault,” Rosa said as she snuggled up to my side.”I guess we can’t complain since this is the only time our plans have been spoiled.””You’re not the one who got a few teasing smacks before we were forced to stop!  … and I was really looking forward to getting a good spanking on the beach! You wouldn’t dream of doing it in New York with all the crowds.””Do you want to stay for a while anyway?””No, let’s go. I’m really horny! Take me home and spank me where we won’t have to stop for anything!”We packed up our stuff quickly and trudged back to the car. Without the anticipation we were feeling when we had arrived, it just seemed like so much work to carry all our beach paraphernalia. We loaded what we could in the trunk and dumped the rest in the back seat. We plopped in our seats, started the car, and set off.”At least it’s a nice day for a beach drive with the top down,” I offered, trying to placate Rosa as we backed out of our parking space and headed towards the exit. Rosa didn’t see it that way and was still pouting in the seat next to me.As we pulled onto Gulf Boulevard and sped up, the wind reminded Rosa she needed to tie her hair up to keep it from blowing around. Taking her seat belt off and turning around to kneel on the seat, she reached for her bag which she’d thrown in the back with the other stuff. As she reached a bit further, I looked over to see her deserving bottom just begging for a good smack … and so I smacked it … hard. Rosa yelped at the unexpected spank, but when she looked at me with feigned indignation, a hint of a smile showed her mood had turned a bit.Still rummaging around in the back seat to find her bag, I gave her another spank which was received with some appreciation. The speed limit is only thirty to thirty-five miles per hour on Gulf Boulevard, so our antics weren’t really creating any kind of safety issue, but as Rosa couldn’t seem to get a hold of her bag, I pulled over to make her search a little easier. As I looked at her bikini-clad bottom bent over the back of the seat, I had an idea.

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