The beach is warm, brilliantly sparkly, and dazzling and gorgeous too. I love and adore being here with my beautifully handsome husband, Jace Dicking. He is seated right here before me, casting and shooting his gaze straight upward in that lazy and effortless way that allows and permits him to relax and loll down in the resplendent sunlight in an awesome and adorable fashion that I cannot help but only marvel and yonder at. My sweet innocent, exquisite Jace! He is wearing and putting on some nice blue pants and has his wonderful and well-designed chest bared and laid for me to feast my starving and itchy eyes on. Simply put, he is looking all exclusively yummy and delicious. If he were food, I would have began devouring and eating him right this very moment and instant. Assuredly!

“What are you thinking in that smart little head of yours, my dearest Bitch?” He asks me coyly and a bit shy at first. I look and gaze straight at him. He is also looking and gawking right back at me. His loveliness and mild sweet innocence…….it wins and melts my heart remedilessly. I draw closer towards him and then start to caress and stroke gently and smoothly his adorable and all too beautiful face and cheeks. His cheeks feel almost nearly just like his buttocks–they are wonderfully and enjoyably soft and squashy-like and sexually arousing and appealing what’s more. I think I feel for a split second my very excited and thrilled vagina doing a happy and gleeful dance. Almost certainly!

This is what I am wearing: Panties that hug and embrace my vagina and butts behind quite too dearly and firmly, and a pink and brightly in appearance bra that is bracing and holding up resolutely my medium-size breasts to their position and beautifully shape. I am wearing literally nothing on my feet beneath there, just like Jace here with me. And my feet and knees themselves are covered and smeared up in nothing other wet, sprinkly, and dampy beach sand. I feel so wonderfully and dazzlingly beautiful in this immense sunlight. This is a wonderful and glorious day to not let slip away without enjoying or spoiling up myself a mite jot bit.

“You want to know what I am thinking, Dicking, don’t you?” I ask him gently and calmly. My eyes flicker and flare up from the almost blinding sunlight that is streaming and flooding on me from straight above. I fetch my dark sunglasses immediately, and then slip and put them on over my aching and tear-leaking eyes. At least this feels much more better and suitable. I wonder how it is exactly that I look like in these dark glasses and pink bra and panties attire of mine . I love being here on the beach, almost always and inconsistently too!

Jace frowns and makes a sad face at me. He then tells me, “Okay, I do not care anymore to know what it is precisely that you are thinking about right now. I want you to do this one thing for me please, honey. Do not deny it to me please.”

I frown and knit my brows instead. I am wondering and mulling quietly to myself on what it is exactly that he wants to make known and incontrovertible to me. Maybe he is going to ask me to have sex with him right here on this beach. Maybe he is going to tug and tow my panties downwards so that he can finger and lick and swat my worried anus behind there. I cannot tell which is which here, but whatever it is that his plans and motives are, it does not feel or even smell all that satisfyingly good and worthwhile to me. No, it doesn’t in any way suspectible!

“Tell me, my one and only Dicking: What is it precisely that you want to shoot the breeze unto me as regards and concerns whatever topic it is that you feel like wanting to discuss and address here privately.” Even as I say this myself, I am inwardly apprehensive and restless and worried anxiously too on the other hand.