I must be mistaken, he thought, recovering from the unexpected and sudden blur of the car which had overtaken him. Ray, in truth, had not been fully concentrating on his driving. This road was familiar and he was on auto-pilot, his mind on other matters. Otherwise, a glance in his rearview mirror would have made him aware of the rapidly-approaching vehicle.
Ray wriggled in his seat, wiped the back of a hand across his brow and plucked at his sports shirt which, despite the air conditioner, was sticking to his seat. The heat’s got to me, I’m hallucinating, he mused, shaking his head even at the very instant he pressed down on the accelerator.
His speed increased from thirty-five to fifty, which was more than fast enough on the winding two-lane beach road. On his right, as Ray sped along, hedgerows and open farm fields dotted with cattle and sheep flashed by. And, to his left, there was a cliff top with occasional parking areas and zig-zag walks down to the beach.
Ray narrowed the gap on the open-top Mazda. He was close enough to make out auburn hair crowning the driver’s head, a few strands blowing in the breeze created by the car’s speed. The left-turn indicator started flashing and Ray recognised that the car was turning into a lay-by area which was designated as a panoramic viewing spot. It was a good vantage point for taking photographs of the sweeping bay and it had parking spaces for six vehicles.
Ray also indicated and followed the white car as it eased to a halt at the kerb. He pulled up behind, switched off his engine and opened the door to exit his air-conditioned vehicle. The heat was immediate, blast furnace hot, and sweat began to form on his tanned brow. The lens of his sun glasses misted over and a wet spot quickly developed on the chest of his sports shirt. Ray sauntered towards the white vehicle. In this heat, sauntering was fast.
He stopped at the side of the driver’s door and removed his misted-up glasses. He used a forearm to again wipe away sweat on his brow, squinted at the driver and said, “Hi.”
“Hi yourself,” she said, turning her head and looking up at him. Her coppery hair was pulled back into a bun and secured by two side combs. Her eyes were hidden behind dark glasses.
Ray gulped, repeated his brow-wiping exercise, and stared at the woman. More accurately, he gazed at her bare chest. Her top, like that of her car, was down.
“That’s a mighty cool way to drive,” he said, pointing his sunglasses at her bosom. “But you could cause an accident, you know, with those on display.”
She smiled and released her seat belt, letting it run through her palm and between her generous twin mounds. “No, never... not these old things.” She looked down at her sun-kissed orbs. “Who would get excited about these?” she said, cupping them in her hands and wobbling them up and down.
Ray’s reaction was in his shorts. “Well,” he said, sliding his glasses back into place, “I was certainly distracted when you flashed by me. You might call them tits old but, hey, they certainly had an effect on me.”
“Really?” she said and looked at Ray’s groin. “Hmm, I see what you mean. I’d better do something about that, then.”
And she swiftly pulled up her lilac-patterned top, covering her breasts. But that simply accentuated her hard nipples jutting beneath the soft fabric.
“Is that better?”
It was Ray’s turn to smile. He reached out for the handle and pulled the door open. “Come on, you sexy madam, get out. Are you leaving the top down?”
“What? You’ve just seen me cover up.”
“Not your top... ”
Ray was cut short by a sexy giggle. “I know what you mean, Ray,” she said and swung her jeans-clad legs out of the car. “I’ll just drape a blanket over my seat and leave the top down. It’s safe enough out here, don’t you think?”
Ray nodded. “Okay, love, I think you’re right. On a sweltering day like this, they’ll not be many venturing out or stopping up here.”
“I’ve only brought a few things,” she said, delving into the small area behind the drivers seat, her peachy cheeks stretching the denim as she bent. Without turning, she stretched out her right arm behind her and offered Ray a blanket. “Take that, please. It’ll do to cover my seat.”
“Hmm,” said Ray, admiring the roundness of her rear.
“Not that seat, you sex-mad fiend,” she said, still without turning. “Here, grab a hold of this.”
Ray took the proffered bottle of wine and watched as she straightened up, producing another blanket and a small wicker picnic hamper. “Got some bread and cheese and fruit. And another bottle of wine,” she said, turning to face him. “Should be enough to see us through the afternoon.”
Ray nodded. “Okay Helen,” he said. “You seem to have everything covered.”
Helen laughed, a throaty almost raucous sound. “And you just can’t wait to get me uncovered, can you?”
“No, I can’t,” he answered, a grin spreading across his tanned features. Although three months from his fiftieth birthday, Ray had an impressive frame with only the slightest beginnings of a tummy bulge and his cropped fair hair contained very few strands of grey.
“Okay then, my love,” said Helen, having protected her car seat from the sun’s burning rays, “lead the way.”
Ray picked up the picnic basket in his right hand, tucked the blanket roll under his left armpit, and held the wine bottle in his other hand. “Have you got everything?” he asked.
Helen grinned. “Yep, it’s all here,” she said, opening her arms wide and shimmying her curvaceous body. “Lead on, maestro.”
They stepped over the knee-high metal barrier and carefully made their way down a path which was not official but had been created by the local residents' regular use. Threading between gorse, spiky grasses and hillocks, they reached the soft white sand of this deserted section of beach. Sweat ran down Ray’s face, dripping off the end of his nose and chin.
“God, I’ve never known it so bloody hot,” he said, placing his cargo on the sand.
Helen, with only a few beads of perspiration on her top lip and throat, smiled at him. “Yep, this is some summer we’re having. C’mon, let’s cool off in the sea.”
“Great idea,” said Ray, peeling his damp shirt over his head and stepping out of his shorts. He was left in swim trunks and trainer shoes.
Helen, meanwhile, sat on the blanket to remove her open-toed pumps and slide her jeans down toned and bronzed legs. It had, indeed, been a summer for getting a spectacular tan. Standing, she flipped off her little top and was left wearing a tiny, white bikini brief.
“Crikey,” she declared, hopping from foot to foot, “this sand is bloody hot. C’mon, race you to the water.”
She set off, running and leaping, trying desperately not to let her feet touch the burning sand for more than a mini-second. Ray laughed, eyes focused on Helen’s jiggling buttocks and the occasional side flash of swinging breasts. She splashed into the water and paddled out until the gentle waves washed against her midriff.
Ray walked slowly, a smirk on his face. No burning sand problems for him - he still wore his trainers. Just a few yards from the water’s edge, on damp sand washed by the sea, he stooped to slip them off and then strode rapidly into the cooling sea.
“Bastard,” said Helen, as he approached. “And you didn’t even bring my shoes with you.”
Ray put his hands on her soft but hot shoulders, grinning as he gazed into her blazing hazel eyes. “Never mind,” he said, “I promise I’ll fetch them for you when we get out. But you did look a sight, jumping about like a puppet with tangled strings.”
“Ha, ha,” said Helen sarcastically and scooped up water, splashing it into Ray’s face. He spluttered, shook his head like a wet puppy and then submerged into the sea.
Helen squealed as Ray, circling behind her, tugged down her briefs to mid-thigh before emerging at her back, reaching round to fondle her breasts. His thumbs rubbed her prominent, aroused nipples as he kissed wet and salty shoulders and the nape of her neck. Sliding his hands below the water level, he grasped Helen’s hips and revolved her to face him.
Arms wrapped in a wet embrace, the meeting of their flesh somehow cool and hot at the same time, they gazed into each other’s eyes and smiled. The tip of Helen's tongue rolled along drying lips and they meshed mouths in a hungry kiss, tongues dancing and flicking, sucking and licking. Both were oblivious to the waves rippling and tumbling onto the beach.
Ray’s hands brushed down Helen’s spine until he clenched her buttocks. She sighed heavily and took a sharp intake of breath when a hand came over her tummy and slid down between her legs, cupping her pussy. Fingers pressed along her slit and she clasped her hands behind Ray’s neck, her knees sagging as a digit parted her labia and sought her opening.
“Oh, Ray,” she whispered, almost whimpered, into his ear. “What on earth are you doing to me?”
He nuzzled her neck, sank his middle finger knuckle deep, and pressed his growing hardness against her right thigh. Helen responded by unclasping her hands and reaching down with her left hand. She tugged at his waistband, slid into his trunks and circled fingers around his shaft. It was Ray’s turn to sigh, his cock hard in Helen’s palm and climbing up her inner wrist.
