I Found Comfort in Her Perfect Body

My trip to the beach was meant for reflection, but I found unexpected solace

Heading to the beach wasn’t always the emotional comfort I hoped for. Often, seeing the men and women stretched on their towels or playing in the water, simply reminded me of my own loneliness.

But today was different. This was one year after the accident, not a memory I wanted to relive — with the police ringing my doorbell late at night and saying — let’s just say her photo remains propped up on what used to be her side of the bed.

Fortunately, parking above the bluffs was easy and a late morning fog shrouded the path to the sand. Few sunbathers were around in this area. There were too many rocks and that was fine by me.

I cradled my towel, headed down the cliffs and scanned the area below, just vaguely picking out what space I’d choose. I walked carefully down the steps that were carved into the hillside. At the bottom, I kicked off my old running shoes and stripped off my T-shirt. Droplets from the moist air teased my chest as I walked to the water’s edge.

When I turned to find a place among the crags, I couldn’t help but notice her. She lay on one side, reading. But, she caught my eye and smiled before dipping her eyes back into her book.

What is it inside us that ignites like a spark?

That wasn’t what I was looking for. I wanted to be alone. So why didn’t I walk further away, and why did I lay my towel so I could easily glance to my left and notice her?

I settled on the sand and as I looked again, her legs were spread while she applied lotion to her thighs. We caught each other’s gaze again.

A smile, I’ve learned, can be a superficial way of saying leave me alone or it can connect like glue. The difference lies in how the smile is given. A quick glance, with a too tight, turning up of the lips, is superficial.

But her gaze wasn’t like that. It felt warm, and stuck around, turning on an emotion inside of me, just like like turning the handle of a faucet lets water pour out. My cock stiffened.

I looked again, and noticed her hair and the warmth in her eyes. Tears welled up, but I fought them back. A hug would feel so wonderful.

Maybe, fate that day decided to play a puppeteer, and we had strings attached to us, because suddenly, we stood at the same time and headed to the water.

We wandered close, but without saying a word. I glanced and noticed she had a ring on her finger. That settled that.

The water felt cold as I waded in, dove and swam into the salty waves. I needed the chill to dampen my heat and take my mind off my neighbor at the beach.

But, I had to glance back. She looked radiant with her round breasts, delicious thighs and a shape that drew me like a magnet.

I made my way back to the sand where she stood.

“You’re brave,” she said as I walked ashore and ran my hands through wet hair.

“How so?”

She smiled. Again. That killer smile. “To swim in this temperature.”

The water here was never very warm.

I wanted to tell her the truth — that her presence made me need an ice bath to eliminate my erotic thoughts — but instead, when I tried to speak, I choked up and wiped my eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she stammered.

“It’s okay.” I smiled weakly.

“I’ll leave you alone.”

“No, don’t. Please, don’t.”

Her eyes showed understanding. “I don’t want to bother you.”

“You’re not bothering me. In fact, you’ve touched me.” A slight breeze kicked up and I became chilled. “I’ll get my T-shirt.”

“Okay.”

“I’d love to tell you more,” I called over my shoulder, my voice rising to reach her. I grabbed my towel and pulled it by hers.

“Okay.” She said again.

We sat, then I poured out my heart, and the story seemed to go deep inside as she wrapped an arm around me and held me close. I warmed to the softness of her breasts and the sweetness in her face. My cock succumbed to a baser emotion, and throbbed in response.

I placed a finger beneath her chin and kissed her.

“Thank you,” she said.

I paused. Her ring.

“You’re welcome. I hope whoever that belongs to won’t mind.”

She laughed. “It belongs to me. There’s no one. I use it more as a symbol of hope than anything.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, hoping for love that lasts.” She held out her hand. “I’m Connie.”

I laughed. “Stephen.”

We shook hands in a silly, awkward way, then embraced again. I couldn’t help but whisper in her ear. “You feel so good.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re lovely.”

She caught my eyes and the softness felt so inviting that I brought my mouth to hers and kissed her, again, my tongue racing with hers. Connie returned the favor and her breathing picked up its pace.

Suddenly, she placed a hand on my thigh and I placed a hand on hers — so rich and delicious.

“Oh, my God, I want to take you. It’s been so long.” My voice sounded a plea of longing. I hoped she didn’t take it for desperation.

“Yes, please.” She reached, undid her top, and slid off her bottoms. We were guarded by the rocks, and the vegetation lining the bluffs.

I slid off my trunks and simply lay atop her.

She used one hand to guide my cock into her pussy and we kissed fully, with so much power, while I gently thrust inside her. She felt good. So amazingly good. Full of life and delightful affection. I kissed her flesh and lowered my lips to her breasts, kissing and nibbling before finding my way back to her mouth.

We fucked then and there on the sand, knowing little about each other, except that there was pain. The moment gave healing, as I breathed in her ear and she gripped me tightly with her arms around my back.

Comfort. A plushness that enfolded. This was so fucking comfortable.

Connie was so gentle. And pleasing.

Seagulls cried, the wind whistled through the rocks and the waves rolled in their timeless motion. The subtle sound of tiny rocks being pushed and pulled from sea to land, and back again.

And we fucked. Deeply, passionately, I knew nothing else, saw nothing else, but felt her keenly when I heard her cry — an orgasm building, swelling — breaking through as her thighs, arms, and breasts vibrated.

“You’re so great, baby,” I husked, encouraging her. “Go, Connie.”

Her sounds pierced the day, and I groaned as I came inside her.

“Go, baby,” I repeated, urging her on as more waves rocked her body. I lay in her arms and that’s the only place I wanted to be. So sweet, so deep, and so powerful.

We became aware of the world once again. We smiled, giggled, and dressed — which was really a shame. How nice it would have been to loiter naked, and oh, so natural.

“I love you,” I blurted out, impossibly, rolling onto my back and squinting off towards the sun breaking through the clouds.

Connie smiled skeptically, “Maybe you’ll forget about me when you’re driving home.”

“No. No, I don’t want to forget about you.” I meant it. Perhaps my sincere alarm caught her attention. “Please. Give us a chance.”

Connie ran a finger through my hair. “All right.” She looked away shyly, embarrassed.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Maybe you’ll find someone prettier.”

And I wondered if that was what her ring was about.

“There’s always someone prettier. And more handsome,” I said. “And who has more money, and a nicer car. But there’s not always someone who bonds with your soul.”

Connie giggled. “That’s very beautiful.”

“And so are you.”

“Even though I don’t have a beach body?”

“Yes, you do,” I argued, running a hand over her breasts and along her hips. “You certainly do. You have the perfect body and a heart I want to discover.”

A tear welled in her eye and she beamed. She snuggled beside me and held me as we kissed on the blanket, in the sand, under the sun of a new day.