31. Thirty-One

Val

Chase finds a parking space at Neptune Beach and pulls into it. Then we both hop out and start unloading the truck.

“I can’t believe we brought all this,” I see Chase pulling stuff out of the truck bed.

“The cooler is on wheels, so it’s not that big a deal. I like having something cold to drink.”

“Me too. I can carry the beach umbrella.”

I watch Chase as he loads the beach chairs on top of the giant cooler. I grab my beach bag and the umbrella and follow him.

“I like this beach the best. It isn’t as crowded as Jax’s beach.”

I’m glad I’m walking behind Chase so I can watch all his glorious muscles flex as he pulls the cooler with him over the sand. He’s wearing a pair of long board shorts. His chiseled chest is bare, and I’m glad I’m wearing a big floppy hat and dark sunglasses so I can stare at my husband’s body as much as I want.

My goodness, that man is fine. As I trudge along behind him, I glance around at the beach. There aren’t that many people at this time of the morning. Chase wanted to get here early so we could get a parking spot.

I have to agree we timed it perfectly. Not too early and not too late. And we got a prime parking spot.

Chase picks out a location, and we stop and position the cooler. Then, he takes the large beach umbrella and secures it into the sand.

I get both of the loungers and set them up. Then I spread a towel over them.

I’m wearing a beach cover-up. I’m a little nervous as I impulsively bought a new swimsuit that is more daring than I normally wear. But it’s the only swimsuit I bought. I knew Chase would like it, but I forgot I’d be wearing it on a public beach.

I can’t believe I’m feeling shy about taking off my cover-up, but I don’t normally flaunt my curves.

Chase turns around with a bottle of suntan lotion in his hands. He has that lopsided grin on his face.

“Ready for some suntan lotion?”

“Sure,” I take off my floppy hat but leave my sunglasses in place. Then I take off my beach cover-up.

“Sweet Jesus.” I bite my lip as I look toward Chase. His eyes are practically smoldering as he sees me in my new swimsuit.

“Val, you look dynamite in that suit. Turn around, and I’ll put lotion on your back.”

I turn around and feel him catch his breath.

The swimsuit is a black one-piece, but you can’t call it modest. The front shows a lot of cleavage, and my mid-drift is bare; then, there are two stripes that cross in front of each of my hips. But it’s the back that I’m a little shy about.

“Val, you look great in this suit.”

“It’s called a Brazilian style.”

“Uh, huh? Damn.”

His big hands rub the lotion into the exposed skin on my back.

“Uh, Babe, why don’t you lie down on the lounger so I can rub your... I can make sure you have lotion everywhere. I don’t want you to burn.”

“I walk over to the lounger and lie face down on the towel. I feel Chase crouch down beside me and then he’s rubbing lotion onto all of my exposed skin. He pays special attention to my vulnerable backside. When he’s done, he stands. His hand comes down sharply on my exposed bottom.

“Ouch!”

“That’s for wearing that swimsuit just to tempt me with today.”

“Did you just spank me?”

“No, if I were to spank you, it would be with you bent over naked on the bed. That was just a pat on your sweet ass.”

“Hmm, it felt more like a slap than a pat.”

He just shrugs unapologetically.

“Do you need me to rub lotion on you now?”

“Not yet. I think I might go in for a quick swim.”

“Are you sure? This time of the morning, the water is cold.”

“Yep, I’m sure. That’s what I’m counting on,” he mutters.

I turn and idly watch as Chase wades into the crashing surf.

Then I watch as Chase gets out of the water after just a few minutes.

He walks up to the lounge and then shakes his hair right over my chair.

“Chase! That water is cold.”

“Yeah, I couldn’t believe the ocean was that temperature. I thought it might be a little warmer.”

He stands over me for a few minutes, looking down at me.

“Do you think you should roll over?”

“No, I don’t think it’s been long enough. I’ll probably turn to let my front get some sun in about ten minutes.”

“Okay.”

He then spreads out the towel on the chair beside me and lies down on his back.

“I sure like you in that swimsuit, Val.”

I sit up and turn toward him.

“Thanks, but I don’t feel all that comfortable wearing it out in public.”

“Why not? You look great in it.”

“I just don’t feel comfortable in the swimsuit. I thought you’d like it, so I bought it on impulse. I kind of forgot I’d have to wear it out in public. I didn’t bring another swimsuit, but I have a short wrap-around skirt. I think I’ll put it on.”

I stand up and reach into my beach bag to get the black skirt when we both notice a guy on a bicycle. As he rides by he gives me a smile and a wave, “Nice suit,” then he notices Chase and starts pedaling faster down the beach.

“Hmm. On second thought, go ahead and put on that skirt. I don’t like other dudes checking out my wife,” he says darkly. “With you wearing that, they can’t help but look. You have a gorgeous ass, Val. But I think I like being the only one who has the right to see it—“ He gives me a possessive look. “Naked, that is.”

“This skirt is more like shorts that look like a skirt.” I stand and wrap it around my hips. Then, I turn and look at Chase over my shoulder.

“Does this look okay?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll probably get rid of the suit—“

“No, don’t do that. Keep it. I like it. You can wear it just for me, maybe when we cook out in the backyard or around the house. It looks great on you.”

“Alright, then, I’ll keep it.”

He comes over and gives me a warm kiss that curls my toes.

We lie back down on the chairs to enjoy the sand, the surf, and the sun.

As the day grows hotter, Chase moves our chairs under the beach umbrella. The sun is directly overhead and the Florida sun is very hot.

I look around at the picture-perfect sky. There is hardly a cloud in sight. The ocean is a beautiful aqua, and the white surf is rolling in.

“It’s a beautiful day, and it feels good to have nothing to do but relax in the sun.”

“Yes, we should do this more often,” Chase reaches for the cooler. “Time for a cold drink. Here’s a diet coke.”

“Thanks. I brought some light snacks if you’re hungry.”

“What did you bring?”

“Some grapes and strawberries. I also have cheese and crackers. Chips. You know. Finger foods.”

“Sure, break some out. I could eat.” he rubs his flat stomach.

I get the food out of the cooler and the insulated bag.

“This is perfect. It should hold us over until dinner.”

Once we’re done and I’ve put the remains of our snack away, Chase pulls out a frisbee.

“Want to play?”

“Okay, but I don’t know how good I am.”

“No problem. When you’re ready to quit, just let me know.”

Chase is more accurate than I am, so while he’s running around trying to catch the wildly tossed disc, I get to watch his chiseled body glistening in the sun. All of his manly muscles flexing in the sunlight.

His bronze chest is gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat. As I watch his six-pack abs, I’m getting turned on. Then I notice that I’m not the only one watching Chase.

There are a few girls over on the side, and their eyes follow his movements. I can’t say that I blame them. He’s a mighty fine specimen of manhood.

Sorry girls, I think to myself. Then, one of my poorly thrown frisbees hits the sand and rolls right toward the group of girls.

The prettiest one picks it up and then hands it to Chase as he goes over to retrieve the frisbee. She is obviously flirting. I watch to see how Chase handles it.

He just smiles politely, and then I see him pointing to me. He waves, so I raise my hand and wave back. The disappointed girl turns and walks away. I give a satisfied smile.

Chase nods politely at the rest of the group and then jogs back toward me and throws the frisbee. It practically lands in my hand. I glance back over to the pretty girl and notice that she’s wearing a Brazilian-style swimsuit.

“Did you like her swimsuit?”

“Yeah, I guess. Why?”

“It’s a Brazilian style.”

“She didn’t look as nice in hers as you do in yours,” he wiggles his eyebrows at me.