Chapter 1

The First Day

I didn't see her at first, and when I did, I thought she was a boy.

I was sitting a stretch of beach I'd seen from the air the day before, flying into the airport at Fort Bragg on the four-seat Cessna my government agency had chartered. You can't see the beach from the road, but I eventually found it more or less at random. I parked the rental car and fetched a beach towel and a water bottle from the back seat. Figuring that I might get some sun, I also grabbed a bottle of suntan lotion and applied it to my legs, face, arms, and torso. Wearing only my sandals, shorts, and a ball cap, I set out for the beach. I found it after about a half an hour of clambering over rocks, through overgrown vines, and finally piles of driftwood left by some prior high tide. The beach was completely deserted. I spread out the towel and read a science book called The Panda's Thumb by Stephen Jay Gould, an author I'd just discovered. It was a more than private beach; it seemed that nobody else knew it was there.

That's when I saw her, walking down the shoreline. I took her at first for a boy in his mid-teens, but as she got closer and the heat-shimmer off the sand subsided, I could see that she was female, with small but perfectly formed breasts. She was carrying a water bottle and had some sort of canvas bag slung over her shoulder, and was wearing sandals and sunglasses, and a hat. And nothing else. Her pubes had a light cover of hair, neatly trimmed to leave her slit completely exposed, displaying inner labia that protruded about a half an inch. Her skin was almost as brown as a Polynesian's, although her hair was a chestnut hue, cut fairly short and protected by the long-billed baseball cap. I could see that while most of her was tan, her tits had had a little less sun than the rest of her, and the effect of that slightly lighter skin around two very dark nipples was erotic in the extreme, as if inviting the eye to linger there. I felt the familiar itch in my crotch, and I scratched it, feeling my dick get harder and fuller.

She noticed the movement, stopped, and addressed me.

"This beach is a nude beach," she said, taking off her sunglasses and regarding me with the most beautiful brown eyes I'd ever seen. "You're overdressed."

"I didn't see a sign," I said. "In fact, I didn't see anything between here and the road except a lot of woods and rocks."

"How could you miss the sign? It's right on the path from the main beach."

"I didn't use that path. I came down directly from the road."

"There's no path there."

"Tell me about it! See these scratches? But I didn't know there was a nude beach anywhere around here."

"Well, it's not in the guide books. It's common knowledge, though."

"Not to me. I'm new around here. I'm sorry if I offended."

"No offense taken, but you're still overdressed."

"Well, I don't want to get my ass sunburned, and I left my lotion at the car."

"Use mine," she said, reaching into her tote bag and producing a bottle. "Or are you shy?" There was a trace of a smile.

I smiled back. "I don't have that much to show."

She laughed and pressed a finger to her right breast. "Neither do I, as you can see. Don't worry. It's not a contest."

"Well, I have another problem. You're a very pretty woman..."

" ... And you're getting a hard-on," she finished. "Well, that's natural. Just drop your shorts and let me see it."

And I did. The shorts fell to my feet, and I kicked them onto the towel. Maybe it was the sea breeze on my crotch, maybe it was the warmth of the sun, maybe it was this beautiful woman, totally confident in her nudity, that did it, but my cock went to almost full mast, all six inches of it.

"That's not a bad-looking cock," she said, handing me the suntan lotion. "It's my favorite size. Not too big, not too small. You'd better put this on it before you burn it."

I squirted some onto my hands and rubbed it over the newly exposed parts of my body, ending with my dick, which loved the attention and began to twitch as I handed the bottle back to her.

What she said next surprised me.

"So, would you like to masturbate now?"

"What?"

"Masturbate. You know, wank. Jerk off. Spank the monkey."

"Do you want me to?"

"Sure. I'd like to get to know you, but until you get your rocks off, you'll be staring at my tits and pussy all the time instead of my face, and be totally unable to carry on a normal conversation."

"Yeah, I guess that's true!"

"Well, have at it. I'm not going to blow you, so you'll have to do it yourself."

I feigned disappointment. "Aw, no blowjob?"

"Nope. Jeez, I've just met you! I have no idea what diseases you've got. As for me, I don't have any, and I'd like to keep it that way. So are you going to do it standing up or lying down?"

"Which would you prefer?"

"It's your dick. But I'm going to be lying down. I usually can't get myself off when I'm standing."

"You're going to masturbate, too?"

"Sure! Why waste the moment?" She pulled a towel from her tote bag and lay down on it, spreading her legs. "Well, let's get started."

"I've never masturbated in front of a naked lady before."

"Oh, sure you have!" she replied. "Only they weren't live ones, were they? They were just pictures in a magazine, or on a computer screen. Well, here's a real live girl for you to jerk off to!" She smiled and, putting a little of her suntan oil on her pussy and massaging it into the folds.

Well, that was really all it took to convince me. I started rubbing my cock as I watched her knead her pussy lips with her thumb and forefinger and, within seconds, was spurting my cum onto the sand. It was the hardest cum I'd had in a long time, and my knees sagged as the post-orgasmic lassitude swept over me. I opened my eyes, and she was regarding my wilting cock with a grin.

"There! Feel better now?"

"Do I! But I feel bad that you didn't cum, too."

"Don't be. I didn't need to cum as bad as you did. I was just doing it so you wouldn't be so shy about it. And now that you've got your rocks off, let's get acquainted, shall we?"

She had been right. Now that my urge was satisfied and my cock was soft, I was able to see her as a person rather than an object of lust. I was still glancing at her tits and cunt, but I found myself engrossed in her face. It was thin, with high cheekbones, Cupid-bow lips, and delicate ears. She reminded me of Audrey Hepburn's elfin, regal beauty. She was intelligent, sexy, and confident. Her name was Liz, which made me laugh. When she asked me why, I told her that my name was Dick.

"So we're Dick and Liz?" she said. "How weird!"

"I have to ask you something, Liz. When we met and you told me to masturbate, why weren't you shy about it? I could have been a mad rapist or something."

"Well, I have a black belt in karate. The last guy who tried something with me ... not at this beach ... left in an ambulance. Nothing like two broken ribs to take the wood out of a guy's pecker! And anyway, I didn't think you were the type."

"How could you tell? Mad rapists look like anybody else, I'm told."

"But mad rapists don't usually read Stephen Jay Gould at the beach, either."

"You know about him?"

"Oh, yeah. I've read all his books. I wanted to be a paleontologist when I was a kid, and it was due more to him than Jurassic Park."

"So what did you turn out to be?"

"A psychologist. I work for the clinic here in town. There's lots of people with problems since the lumber industry went away. Unemployment, drugs, a general lack of feeling in control. How about you?"

"I'm a marine biologist, working for the Oceanic Survey. I'm in town to figure out why the sea lions' migration patterns have changed over the years."

"Global warming?"

"It could be. Or it could be a dozen other things. We don't have enough data, we just don't know."

"How long have you been in town?"

"I got here yesterday. I've been on an oceanic research ship for the past three months, tracking whales. Can you blame me for getting hard at the sight of a pretty girl?"