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Gulf Coast Beach Fun - Pt-1It was 1978 and I was a very average guy, twenty years old at the time. I was stationed at the NAS Pensacola, Florida. My ?rating? (occupational specialty) was Storekeeper (warehouse worker), and my ?rate? (pay grade) was a lowly E-3. It was just like any other job, but with all the military BS added on.I did ?inventory control? (mostly shipping/receiving and stocking) for the warehouse that supplied parts to the mechanics in the motor pool. I usually got only one day off a week? two per week was a luxury. Occasionally I could wrangle a weekday off, as my coworkers were always eager to trade off their working Saturdays. Personally, I valued the weekdays more.The money was not all that great, but with all my basic needs taken care of, what pay I did get was pretty much all my own. I afforded myself a car so that I could quickly get away during my off time and see something else besides the base. The few dives that were just outside the gate targeted the stereotypical ?Yahoo!? drunken Sailor, which was not me.My favorite place to go was the beach, and Santa Rosa Island has some truly spectacular beaches. They call it ?Sugar Sand,? which is a very appropriate name. Wide expanses of pristine beach composed of fine white sand, which went on literally for miles.The water was usually an incredible aqua-marine blue/green blend (which is my favorite color), and the scenery (the clouds, dunes, etc., and the beach bunnies), could be absolutely breathtaking at times. The region is often referred to as the ?Emerald Coast?, due to the incredible richness of the color of the water.Back in the late seventies, there was a lot less development in the Pensacola area than there is now and fewer crowds. Even without the occasional weekday off, it was easy enough back then to find a reasonably private spot? at least in terms of not having people nearby? but because most of the Gulf-side beach is visible from the road, it was difficult to get total privacy most of the time. Between the road and Santa Rosa Sound, however, there are lots of expanses of dunes that could be very private, it just depended on who else was wandering around.I chanced to meet Delilah on one of my rare week-day jaunts to the beach. And from the moment I laid eyes on her, I thought she was a goddess. It was a warm sunny day in mid-May, which meant the water was still a bit chilly, but the crowds were very minimal since schools were still in session, and the hordes of vacationing families had not yet descended onto the area. Another name for the region is ?The Redneck Riviera,? due to its close proximity to rural Southern Georgia, Alabama, North Florida, etc. (Not that there?s anything wrong bahis siteleri with that. Rednecks need love too.)I knew of a spot on the Gulf-side beach on Santa Rosa Island that was a bit more out of sight of the road, which could provide the peace and solitude that I was seeking that day. (It is a spot that I now have many fond memories of.) Military life as it turned out was not really my style, and I was yearning for some rejuvenation time. I had left as early as I could that Wednesday, so I could take full advantage of the day, and I was quite confident that I would be able to secure this favorite spot of mine.After the nearly hour-long drive, followed by about a ten or fifteen-minute walk, I was a bit disappointed as I made my way down the beach. While making my approach, I could see that someone was already in my spot. As I got closer I began to realize that it was a woman, who appeared to have a very lovely figure, and she seemed to be alone. Being the horny young man that I was, I decided to walk on by first to get a closer look, rather than stop sooner and set up my kit a respectable distance away before passing her.It was a typical Spring-like day, with a fairly cool and stiff early morning breeze coming in off the Gulf. She had a large beach umbrella and was having a really hard time keeping it under control. If you?ve spent a lot of time on the beach, you know that a day-long visit can be next to torture without any shade, so it is a really good idea to bring your own. I gave a friendly wave as I passed by, walking along the water?s edge, which was a hundred feet or more from where she was set up. She awkwardly waved back as she continued to try and control her umbrella in the on-shore breeze.As soon as I had passed by and shifted my gaze forward, a substantial gust of wind arrived, which was immediately followed by a soft shriek. I looked back and saw that part of her umbrella had blown out. I walked up to her and got a nice view of her backside as I did. ?Nice legs and ass,? I thought to myself, as I viewed her bending over to deal with her umbrella. When I got closer I asked if she wanted any help. Slightly startled, she looked over her shoulder, and with a somewhat sheepish grin and ever so slight blush agreed that she could use a hand.As I said, this woman was a Goddess. Even in the breeze, this day was already warm enough that a swimsuit was enough, and the bikini she had on provided ample view of her lovely figure. Her beautifully bronzed body was finely developed and stood about 5?9? tall, with curves in all the right places. Her perfect heart-shaped ass flowed nicely into a magnificent pair of legs, sturdy, and well-muscled. This was not canlı bahis siteleri one of those ?Valley Girl Type? skinny beach chicks that you see flitting around at the popular spots.Her fine sun-bleached flaxen hair cascaded just over her broad shoulders, highlighting a well-toned and muscular back. Not rippling mind you, that was not any part of her, but it was obvious that underneath that soft layer of skin and the exquisite feminine appeal was one amazing hard body. Her belly had just the right amount of roundness to it, which when she moved a certain way or would laugh, would reveal a hint of a six-pack going on there.Her very full and firm C-cup breasts jutted proudly from that glorious body and were capped by what I already had the pleasure to witness were a pair of long, stiff nipples (which I?ve always been a sucker for), pressing firmly against the thin fabric of her bikini top. Her face was also quite lovely. More the ?wholesome girl-next-door? look, as opposed to that of magazine cover model glamor.I was speechless at the sight of her. I would find out later (much to my surprise) that she was fifteen years older than me. I?ve always had a thing for mature women. And as it would turn out, Delilah was going to really seal the deal on that fantasy of mine.It is only fair to confess that I was no slouch in the looks and fitness department, but I was for sure a late bloomer, and back then was very shy and awkward around women, rarely dating in High School, and up to that point, not very experienced sexually. I was 6?3?, 175#, and very muscular. I was a bicycle riding nut (a hundred miles a day was common when I had the time), and I also swam six to nine miles a week. And it was at this time in my life that I was just beginning to take an avid interest in Yoga too.I was plenty handsome enough, I just had limited confidence back then. (By the way, I?m almost the same size and shape now, just more experienced.) So I was pretty naive back then also. The only major shortcoming that I saw in myself was my obvious ?Navy look,? complete with a base haircut and black government-issue glasses, which made me look pretty geeky.Plus, Sailors had a bad rep in most Navy towns. I?d even heard stories of guys seeing signs in people?s yards saying ?Dogs and Sailors Keep Off the Grass," not the kind of thing that gives you a warm, fuzzy, welcoming feeling. (Not that this reputation wasn?t deserved in some cases, but it was mostly a matter of the few spoiling it for the many.) So being the good Boy Scout that I am, I tended to be a bit more reserved around the civilian population, and try to set a better example.Despite my usual shyness and awkwardness, however, I felt canlı bahis pretty confident at this moment as I set my kit down and began to give her broken umbrella a good inspection. I?ve always had an ?Engineer's Brain? as my family would say, so I was well inclined mechanically. Part of the mechanism was hopelessly (for the time anyway) torn and bent. As I explained to her what the situation was, the disappointment that slowly began to shroud her face was unmistakable.?Shit!? she exclaimed when I was done, her firm breasts jiggling delightfully as she stamped one foot in conjunction with the expletive. Followed by an almost mournful, ?I was hoping to spend the day on the beach; it is going to suck not having any shade!?I proceeded to tell her that I had the same plans and that my shade kit would have enough room for two if she cared to join me for the day. The kit I use is something I concocted myself using ?Boy Scout Technology?, with a nylon tarp, a few adjustable tent poles, some line, and a bunch of twelve-inch Army Surplus aluminum tent stakes that held their place in the sand very well.The end result wasn?t all that obvious when everything was packed up, as it is a very compact arrangement. I?d been noticing her occasional glance at my bundle (the tarp, not my shorts) with some curiosity while I inspected and discussed her broken umbrella. She paused briefly at my offer, gazing into my eyes with a look of deep thought, and then suddenly her face lit up as she enthusiastically accepted.I suggested that we set the tarp up a bit farther back from the shoreline. There was a nice indented spot right at the point where the flatter beach transitioned into the rolling dunes. At this particular place on the beach, you could not be seen from the road. The slight alcove formed here on the edge of the dunes allowed for an easy view of the beach in both directions, while still providing some privacy from distant onlookers.Of course, the breeze off the Gulf was still fully available, and with the added shade it had a delightful cooling effect. In those conditions, you can even get a nice tan in the shade, due to all the reflected light from the bright, white sand. Now, in all the time that I?d been eyeing Delilah so far, I had begun to suspect that perhaps she did a fair amount of tanning sans swimsuit, so I was hoping that the extra privacy might come in handy.I should mention here why I usually went to such lengths for such a spot (the travel time and distance, for example, both for driving and walking, was relatively substantial). Even at this point in my life, I?d always been very fond of being naked outdoors. I?d skinny-dipped as a kid in the country whenever possible, and just before entering the Navy I?d had the opportunity to stay for a brief time with some Hippie Folks who were very liberal about wearing (or not wearing) clothing outdoors in the remote rural settings where they lived.