Chapter 20

At breakfast the following morning, Maya’s mobile rang. It was Susan’s mother asking if the twins would like to spend the whole day with Susan. With the assurance that they would check in by phone a couple of times, Maya agreed.

As soon as Eric and Maya arrived at the beach, she stripped naked.

“Sun cream?” Eric asked.

“Please. Everywhere.”

Eric took that literally, smoothing cream into all the intimate parts of his wife’s body until she was purring with pleasure.

“Right. I’m off now,” he said. “I won’t be far away. I don’t want them to be inhibited by a male presence. I won’t interfere unless you call me.”

Maya almost panicked. “Eric? I’m choosing to be on display, but what do I do if someone gets too personal?”

“Your decision, my love!”

It was a weekday and the beach was not as busy. The men who did come to view Maya, however, were bolder, several coming up close and complimenting her on how she looked. The general level of politeness surprised her, and she felt safe enough to exchange a few words with a couple of the men who stopped to admire. By lunchtime, she had progressed from her position of the first day and was lying on her back with her knees bent and legs slightly apart, enjoying the warmth of the sun almost as much as the experience of being exposed.

When Eric returned, she gave in to the urge to give herself an orgasm with her fingers. That night, Maya told him about her day and together they created fantasies about the men who had seen her.

As the days slipped by, almost any time they were alone, Maya couldn’t resist treating herself to an orgasm. With only a few days remaining, she decided it was time to take another step.

“Our holiday is nearly over,” she said to Eric. “And I want to push myself further before I have to return to a normal life. How would you feel if I let a stranger watch me come. Would it be a problem?”

“Of course not. Why?”

“Because tomorrow, I’m going to see if I dare.”

“So if you’re caressing yourself and someone passes by, you’ll carry on?”

“Well, yes, but what I’d really like to do, if I have the nerve, is to wait until someone is looking at me and then start.”

“You want it to be obvious you’re masturbating specifically for this hypothetical person?”

“Yes.”

“How do you think this man ... I’m assuming it’s a man ... might react?”

“I don’t know. That’s what makes it so tempting and so scary. I’m not even sure that I’ll have the courage, but I’m telling you now, so it makes it harder for me to chicken out tomorrow.”

“Do you want me there when it happens – if it happens?”

“I’d like you to be not too far away, but for whoever it is to think I’m alone, if you see what I mean?”

“I do. Just tell me when you want me to disappear and I’ll head off into the dunes, then creep back so I can keep an eye on you. I want to watch you too!”

The twins as usual vanished after breakfast, off to find Susan. Maya and Eric went to their habitual spot and spread their huge beach towel. It didn’t take long for a couple of older men to pass by.

“Not ready yet,” Maya murmured to Eric. Time passed. They swam and sunbathed. After lunch, she relaxed and enjoyed the heat of the sun between her parted legs. By late afternoon the urge to masturbate was making her restless, wriggling and twitching as she struggled to keep her hands off herself. Sweat was trickling down her body and finally she couldn’t resist a tentative finger between her labia. Even that slightest touch on her clitoris made her jump.

“Time for me to wander off?” Eric asked. “The silver surfer is heading our way.”

The man they had christened the silver surfer was an older man, very fit, and always alone, who spent most of the day on his longboard among the waves, only pausing to change to his surf canoe or belly board. Maya had chatted with him a couple of times. He clearly enjoyed looking at her bare body, but had never been anything but correct.

“Wish me luck,” she said. Eric kissed her, got up and strolled away up the beach towards the dunes.

Barely a minute later a shadow crossed her closed eyelids. She looked up. The silver surfer was looking at her from a few paces away. She gathered all her courage. Here I go! She stared the man straight in the eyes. “Hello,” she said, and gave him a smile. He nodded in greeting. she began to caress herself. At first, she restricted herself to rubbing her labia, with an occasional finger between them, but then she could not resist parting her legs. She bent her knees and allowed herself to delve inside her vagina. It felt good, and soon she was moaning. She looked up at the silver surfer and could see the outline of an erection in his shorts.

“Go on,” she urged him. “Show me.”

He dropped his shorts and revealed his hard penis.

“You do it, too,” she ordered him. He obeyed, his gaze fixed between her legs at her open sex as he stroked his penis. They both masturbated in silence for a while.

“Do you like looking at my ... cunt?” she asked at last. Oh, Maya! What a rude word. Cunt. It twitches when I say it. Cunt. My cunt. Yes! “Tell me what you think of my cunt.”

“You have a beautiful cunt,” the man said, “So wet.”

She used both hands to stretch her labia wide. “And like this?”

“Yes! I can see the inside of your cunt! So pink! Fabulous!”

She crushed her clitoris under her fingers. It was so hard now that it felt almost like a pebble. “I’m going to come,” she told the man at last.

“Go on, then, I want to see you come,” he gasped.

Maya scrubbed furiously at her sex, raising her hips to meet her probing fingers, and then collapsed and came, squirming and writhing as the tremors engulfed her. The power of it made her close her eyes, but she managed to open them again in time to see the silver surfer’s orgasm. The man had moved closer, his eyes were closed and he was clenching his teeth as he squeezed his erection hard in his hand. “Ready?” he asked. “A tribute?”