Madison was finally at her favorite place, the beach, but not just any beach, Myrtle Beach, S.C. Her children were nearly grown now and she had promised them a trip to the beach and as everyone went through the hustle and bustle of settling in, she decided to do her favorite thing and walk on the beach. It was late, they hadn't arrived until after 7 and after unpacking and eating dinner, it was now almost 11. She changed into her one-piece bathing suit and grabbed her flip-flops and headed out, she needed some time to herself after several hours in a car with teenagers and all of the unpacking. They would be here a week, but she needed this time for herself so much as she told them to stay on the grounds of the hotel and she headed for the sounds of the ocean and the cool sand. She left her flip-flops at the edge of the hotel property and tried to decide which way to walk and then she remembered the rock jetty that had given her so much peace her last visit and headed south towards it. It was a brisk walk and she lost herself in the sounds of the crashing waves, 'So peaceful,' she thought as she breathed in the salt air and noticed that the stiff breeze was making her nipples poke at the top of her suit and she caught a glimpse of them from the distant lights of the hotels that lined the beach. She looked around and saw no one nearby, so she tweaked them, loving the sensation as she continued to walk, feeling a very familiar, but unsatisfied urge between her legs as all of her surroundings became one big aphrodisiac and she continued to walk, fighting the urge to put a hand to the wet spot forming between her legs and soaking through her suit.
She dropped her hands to her sides as she saw others approaching, feeling somewhat shamed at her actions, but the burning continued as she walked and her nipples remained quite erect. The passing couple said hello and she returned it as she continued on and her thoughts turned to them and how happy they had seemed. It had been some time since she had enjoyed the company of a man, her life had consisted of raising her children and struggling to solve their problems, with little time left for her and now her body seemed to be demanding that time, as her nipples now ached, missing the touch she had recently given them. She tried to pass it off in her mind, the way she had always done in the past, when her 'needs' had surfaced, but she began to think back to the last time she had made love. Had it really been that long ago? Life is not kind to a mother raising teenagers, men are not looking for teenage kids in a relationship, so she had been forced to do without men, giving up on her quest for love until she was in a better position emotionally, her kids had to come first. That had been Madison's sacrifice, her life and love for theirs, not that she would have ever regretted it, but the body is unforgiving, as her wet thighs began to rub each other as she walked. She could see the dark shadow of the rocks looming ahead as she now had very little light to see by, the hotels having dropped off several hundred feet back and she turned her attentions towards the sounds of the sea and an occasional whistle of the wind. Madison could hear the waves breaking over the rocks and she could see the white foam as it cascaded over them and she sought out a large rock near the beach and slid her ass over it as she backed up and pulled her feet tight against her crotch. That had been a mistake; as she felt her loins vibrate at being touched, even by her own feet and she felt her temperature rise to meet that of her wanton crotch.
The wind magically caressed her face as she threw her head back and let it envelop her and she closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the ocean before her as the waves rhythmically crashed in the foreground and her hair was trailing behind her from the breeze. Her nipples cried out for attention and she crossed her arms over her chest as her wrists covered the hard nubs that poked through her suit and she felt herself moan, barely audible to herself over the crashing surf. Her body was crying for release, but she was not one to masturbate in public, even if it was late at night and she was all alone, it would have to wait until she returned to the room and the kids had gone to sleep. The wind chilled her as she dreamed of an imaginary lover, a handsome man who would take her body and show it the release she needed and wanted so much. Her body teemed with desire, her every movement and every movement of the wind begging her body to succumb as her eyes fluttered at the thoughts of her lover taking her right there on the beach, not even caring about her modesty at this point. She felt a sudden warmth overcome her as her arms seemed to be magically held tight against her breasts and her back seemed to have support as well and she lived her dream lover in her mind when she suddenly felt fingers holding her arms and her eyes flew up in surprise and her head banged against a chest behind her as she was dragged off the rock and into the soft sand, her arms firmly held by the tugging hands as she was drawn back just above the water's edge and he spoke, "Keep you fucking mouth shut and don't scream, no one will hear you anyway. If you don't resist, I may let you live, otherwise you'll wind up fish bait bitch!" and she froze in terror. Her hands were jerked behind her back and she felt what appeared to be a belt tie them there as she tried to do as he had said, but fear caused her to resist.
A hand crashed on her left ass cheek and she yelped at the pain as he spoke again, "Don't make me hurt you bitch! Just do whatever I say and you'll be okay," and she felt his hands as they grasped her suit covered tits and her yelps tried to become screams as his hand suddenly clamped over her mouth, "What the fuck did I just tell you bitch?" and he punched her in the stomach and she doubled over both at the pain and the loss of air. Madison realized that he meant business and she decided that she would try to cooperate, rather than risk injury or perhaps worse. As she was doubled over, his hands rubbed her ass cheeks packed into her suit. Her suit was several seasons old and admittedly had shrunk some, her ass filled it very tightly now and his hands worked over the smoothness of her ass, causing her to gasp at the feelings she was experiencing. He traced the crack of her ass and as his hand touched her wet pussy, she jumped as she felt what she could only describe as electricity that enveloped her pussy, causing her to moisten a great deal. He stood her back up and she could see his face, although the poor lighting would never give her enough detail to identify him, 'His plan,' she thought. She saw a flash of chrome and her heart sank, she could tell it was a knife! He told her to stand still and he cut the straps of her suit and rolled it off of her proud tits. She had always been complimented on her tits, how they were above average in size, but stayed so taut, barely any sag at all, and her nipples stood out like miniature flagpoles as he gazed at them and ran a finger over them one at a time. Even in the current situation, she could feel her body respond to his touch as her pussy began to feel very clammy now. One of his hands cupped her pubic mound as he traced the outline of her vaginal lips through the thin swimsuit and she felt herself arch her back slightly at the feelings he was stirring inside of her.
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