I had been working out all winter and felt good about myself.
Time on the beach had made me feel even better. Tonight, however, was time for
the fantasy I had been harboring all year.
The beach was empty, the season not yet in full swing.
Summer was good, the warm nights comfortable. I made my way to the beach
after midnight my head full of fantasies. I was nervous and thrilled at what I was
going to do. That was if I had the nerve to go through with my adventure.
The beach seemed to be deserted, the parking lots empty, no moon and the
ocean was gently lapping the shore. I kept looking to see if there was anyone
else around, after all, this was to be a private fantasy.
Making my way over to the second lifeguard tower on the beach, I took my
clothes off. If someone saw me now they would think only that I was going to go
skinny dipping. I wrapped my clothes in my towel and placed them at the base of
the tower.
Standing naked, I looked around again, no one was in sight. This was just what I
had hoped for. I headed up the beach naked and with a pair of handcuffs held
tightly to avoid making a sound.
The key was back in my pocket at the foot of the tower.
The night was warm and a slight breeze brought the clean smell of the ocean
ashore. I met no one on my way to the far end of the long beach, the end which
would be even more deserted. And then... This was the moment I had waited for
all year. My heart was beating with excitement. Could I put the handcuffs on
before I saw reason and changed my mind?
Ok, I thought, just one wrist, click, click, click.
That felt good, I knew what I wanted and an irresistible urge drove me on. I
needed to know how it felt. I reached around behind my back and with my heart
in my mouth, click, click, click.
Whew! That was it, no going back!
I was naked and my hands were handcuffed behind my back! I felt deliciously
vulnerable in the vast emptiness of the beach. A moment of panic and then the
feeling that an adventure had begun. I looked around into the darkness and
could see very little.
My ears strained for sounds and all I could hear was the gentle lap of waves on
the shore. This was thrilling! Alone on the beach, naked and with my hands
cuffed behind me. I felt so warm and at the same time unable to help myself.
"What do I do now?" I wondered. The key I knew was back in my pocket by the
tower.
I walked around, kicked sand and struggled with the handcuffs. They were on
for sure and it felt good. What next? Well, the handcuffs certainly limited my
options, but then my mind was racing with fantasies. What if someone found me?
What would I say or do? I was naked and vulnerable, how could I hide? How
thrilling a prospect that I really wanted to avoid.
I wanted to head back and get the key, but then I also needed to enjoy my
predicament. This was good. I wondered if the water was still warm from the sun.
I went down to the water, alone at the waters edge, and yes it was warm on my
ankles. It was irresistible and I waded up to my waist. That felt good too, I stood
astride and let the waves lap between my legs. What a thrill, naked and
handcuffed and up to my waist in the ocean. The handcuffs were wet
and I was too.
It was time to go back and retrieve the key. I suddenly realised that I was not
alone. I could make out voices, two people it seemed, coming along the waters
edge. Yes a couple out for a stroll. A moment of panic set in. I felt a cold sweat on
my forehead. What should I do? Run out of the water and up the beach into the
darkness or go further into the waves?
I took to the waves, waded deeper and crouched down a little so that my head
was just above the water. What could I say? What would they do? No story I
could make up would be good enough. They would know I was kinky. Was this
the thrill of discovery I sought?
No, I really wanted to get back to my clothes.
At least naked and skinny dipping I had some dignity, but in handcuffs I would be
humiliated. There would be no escape from the situation. I was in luck, they
turned and went back. I waited until I could hear their voices no more.
How I wanted these handcuffs off now. It had been impulsive of me, I just wanted
a thrill, but there was no escape unless I made it back to my clothes. I left the
water, what a trip, still naked, handcuffed and alone on the beach. And yes, I felt
vulnerable.
My head reeled with yet another fantasy.
I made my way back along the shore slowly enough not to meet
the strollers. There was the tower.
As I moved closer I realised that there was someone there. Someone at the tower,
two people talking. Maybe the same two. What do I do now? The thrill had made
me reckless.
It was ok. The two were leaving. I cautiously found my clothes and took off the
handcuffs. I felt safe as soon as they were off. That was enough excitement for
one night. I dressed, went back to my car and vowed to try the experience again!
Noni.
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