<<<<>>>> I don't know about for all of you down in the chilly Bay Area, but up here the weather was really nice Saturday. So nice, in fact, that it encouraged me to engage in another of my exploits. Not that I planned it, of course. I packed a lunch and headed for the river, the afternoon being just too hot, even for mint juleps in the back yard. There was some barbecued chicken and a couple of Calistogas in the fridge, so I threw them into the cooler with some ice, pulled on a swimsuit and covered it with some other clothes, grabbed a towel and a book, and left. I have this favorite unnamed spot by the river, sandy but not too populated. You have to know the river roads to find it and I guess that even though it's a pretty good beach not too many people know about it. That's an advantage of being a local. When I parked I knew by the absence of other cars that there were very few other people there, and when I walked onto the beach I found one couple near the trail back to the cars, another couple far down the beach, and this one guy about halfway down. I'm not terribly shy, and decided to have a bit of fun. He saw me coming and I saw him looking me over. I'm not Fawn Hall, but I get my share of admiring looks; this was apparently one of them. As I walked towards the guy I could see he was worthy of some admiring looks himself: he was young (maybe 23--I never did find out), trim, nicely groomed and not too hairy. He also wasn't pasty white--you know, the way some guys get who spend too much time at a VDT. So I just set my things down sort of near him, but not right next to him, just to see how he'd react. I stood with my back to him as I pulled off my shirt, being sure to stretch my back as I did so. I also made sure that as I spread the towel out I was facing him, so that when I bent down he could see my tits (not the swimsuit doesn't gap THAT much, but he had a nice view of what little there is!). I pretended to accidentally pull down my swimsuit bottom a bit as I pulled off my shorts. Then I laid down and reached for the sunscreen. The sunscreen makes me glisten, though I was already beginning to do so just from the sun's heat. I spread it all over, being sure to let him see how I tucked it under my top and massaged my inner thighs. I lifted first one leg and then the other (a little Jane Fonda workout, here!) as I did the backs of the calves. Just as I was finishing my front, my audience got up from his chair and walked over--a bit stiffly, as he was trying to hide a nice erection. His buns hardly wiggled as he walked--a real nice ass. He offered to put the oil on my back (men are SO predictible!). Well, I thought I'd let that one linger a bit as I opened a Calistoga and gave it a nice suck, and then found out his name was Bill, that he had gone to the same JC as I, and that he was indeed a few years younger than me. I handed him the oil and flipped over onto my stomach. I reached behind and undid the knot at my back and asked him to go ahead. Bill has done this before--he warmed the oil in his hands, and started rubbing it in smoothly at first, then later kneading the muscles. I always appreciate experienced men! He stared at the center of my back, worked his way up to my shoulders, and then came down my sides. I let him feel a bit of my breasts, but just the sides. He worked down to the waistline and then started on my thighs. He was giving me nice, long, slippery strokes, as he worked his hand up to my butt. He paid a lot of attention there, sliding his hand beneath the suit more than once and more than a little distance. He was enjoying this as much as I, though it WAS getting to be a bit more than I'd first planned. We had been talking but soon that degenerated into a series of murmurs as I just relaxed in the warm sun massaged by warm, knowing hands with warm oil. I would have fallen asleep except that my butt is a very sensual place and I think Bill was beginning to discover that. Eventually, I reached for my waistband and simply lifted my butt enough to push the bottom of my suit down a bit; he pulled it the rest of the way off and finished massaging and oiling all of my bottom. After awhile he sat across the top of my things and began to work my back again, but this time very clearly he was reaching around to my front to my nipples. Then he simply lay down on my back and I could feel his very hard cock nestled into my crack; it felt fine! I opened my eyes and the other couples were not watching us at all. I had Bill push up for a moment and I rolled over to take him into my arms. He kissed me gently and I used my lips to nibble his. My legs were together but his cock felt just fine, resting just above my clit, very clearly a situation we both wanted to do something about. My shirt comes to just below my butt, so I had him reach for it and we took a walk over to a nearby grove of willows. You can imagine the rest. After we were through, it was getting to be late afternoon and I let him go--I don't think he ever learned my name, and I don't know his last name. But that beach'll never be the same, and the willows are now named the "Mr. Bill Memorial Grove"--at least by me.