She was sitting at the outside bar by herself on a Wednesday afternoon at the end of September, sipping away on a large tropical drink. The weather had been "iffy" all day and I hadn't planned on heading to the beach, but my doctors' appointment went a lot faster than I had planned so I figured "Why not?" just figuring to take a ride through the area and maybe grab a sandwich or something. I had no idea the bar would even be open, particularly on a mostly cloudy, sometimes rainy day. But, 2 cars in the lot told me it was worth a shot - one ended up being hers, the other, the bartender, and I made 3.

When I got out of the truck, the breeze told me that my short sleeve cotton shirt just wasn't going to cut it, so I dug around and found a turtleneck sweater and a hoodie, changed quickly, and went in. Nobody inside, then I saw her. I figured I didn't want to drink alone, so outside I went. I ordered a beer and sat down a couple stools away and took my first sip. I didn't say a word until she looked at me, and looked me up and down and smiled. We started off with "Hi" and she introduced herself as "Darlene". The conversation was the usual stuff about the weather, end of summer, the beach, and how winter was bullshit. Then she told me she walked out of work "sick" earlier that day because she had enough of the stress. I looked her up and down - well fitting designer jeans, heels, an orange turtleneck sweater under a dark blazer, hoop earrings, and a gold necklace. She was pretty well dressed and put together, hair, makeup and all. Just as I was about to guess what she did for a living she told me she was a "Loan Officer' at a bank about an hours drive away.

"I needed this" she said, and bemoaned the fact that it was so quiet and the weather wasn't the greatest. "Me, too" I said, and then "It beats the hell out of working, or driving, and I've been doing both all day!" We sat and bitched about our jobs, and some of the people we had to deal with, and when I ordered another beer, I bought her a drink. The conversation continued about anything and everything until our glasses were empty again, and as I was about to order again, she asked if I wanted to go walk the beach with her. "Sure" I said, and tipped the bartender as we got up to leave. "I've got to run to my car" she told me, and off she went. A couple minutes later she was back, the heels replaced with running shoes and the blazer with an oversize hoodie from a state college.

We hit the sand and went down near the water where it was damp, packed down and easier to walk on. And walk we did, for about an hour, all the way to where the sea wall and rocks began and the beach ended. We stopped at a hot dog stand for a soda, and then headed back to where we started, still chatting about everything and inserting a joke every now and then, or some random snarky comment.

We were in sight of the bar, still meandering along, and I noticed that she had veered closer to where the waves were breaking on the beach. I didn't know if it was intentional or not, maybe she was just walking the straightest line back to where we started. We didn't go far, and the tail end of a wave broke over her feet, soaking her sneakers and the bottom of her jeans, but she acted like she didn't even notice it and kept walking and talking. I wasn't really paying attention until it happened again, only more water this time, and it hit my shoes too.

She was wet almost to her knees, and she stopped dead in her tracks and looked down as the next wave hit us, with roughly the same effect. She looked up at me and smiled and said "The water is warm, I miss summer" and turned and faced the ocean, and took 4 or 5 steps into the surf. She stood there, knee deep as the waves splashed her up to her thighs, and turned and looked at me. "Not interested?" she asked me. I hadn't given it much thought at first, but the question prompted me and I walked in to meet her. She smiled and said "Let's walk" as we turned and headed back in our original direction her conversation was all about the ocean and the weather. A few waves hit us and we were wet to our thighs as we navigated back to the edge of the surf and solid ground.

As soon as we hit the edge of the sand, she made an abrupt turn and headed up on to the beach. I followed her about a step or two behind, and just as abruptly, she stopped where the sand got dry. She grabbed her hoodie and pulled it off, dropped it on the sand and emptied her pockets onto it. She muttered something about the bathroom and drinks, and then looked at me and asked, "Interested in a swim with me?" I stammered a bit, mentioned that I had clothes and towels or some such banter, and started emptying my pockets and taking off my leather belt and dropping it on her sweatshirt. "All set" I said, and she looked me over and said "Lose the hoodie", which I did almost immediately.

Then she surprised me. As I was kind of brushing my hair with my hand because it was matted down from pulling the hoodie off, I felt a hand on my chest, and as I looked up, then it was both hands. "Nice sweater" she said referring to my ribbed turtleneck, which was kind of slim fitting and showed off my torso. She ran her hands over me and asked how much time I spent in the gym. "Whatever I can, I have to stay in shape for work" I told her as she came closer to me. I reached out and grabbed both her breasts, "Nice sweater" I said, kind of mocking her comments to me. She laughed, called me a "Smart ass" and planted a kiss right on my mouth as her tongue searched for mine. We stood there kissing for a couple minutes, grabbing and groping each other until she suddenly pulled away. She looked straight into my eyes, grabbed my hand and said "Come on, I've got to take care of something" and led me to the edge of the water, and then into the surf.

We waded in slowly, side by side until we were about thing deep, and she took both of my hands, turned her back to the sea, and started walking backwards, deeper into the water. She was smiling, and once in a while shed pull herself to me and kiss me or wrap her arms around me, and then it was back to going in further, deeper.

We were just over our waists and she started to bob up and down with the waves, bouncing backwards even further. when two things happened. A pretty good wave came along and soaked us even higher, and then we found the drop off. In the trough between the waves, she bounced back a few more times, and the next thing I knew, she was up to her neck and I felt her weight in my hands for the first time. I pulled her towards me and as I did she grabbed on and wrapped both legs around me. As she tightened her grip, the next wave came through and we were both swimming.

She loved to kiss, grab and grope, and her hands were all over me. When the water was deep enough, she'd wrap her arms and legs around me and we'd bob with the surf. At one point, she said "I have that problem again" and tried to pull away, until I hugged her noticeably tighter, she just smiled and said "Okay Mister, you asked for it" and I felt the water around us get momentarily warmer as she threw her head back and smiled.

Eventually, we went back to the beach and our stuff, which remained untouched because there wasn't a soul around. We dripped off as best we could until the wind hit us and we threw our sweatshirts back on. As we hit the parking lot of the bar, she went right past her car and checked out the changing rooms. The door was open, the lights worked, and there was hot water. We grabbed dry clothes from our vehicles and went back in. "Wash the salt out of your clothes first" she told me, as we took off our hoodies, she grabbed the bottle of body wash I had taken out of my bag and then took my hand and literally dragged me to the shower with her.

We soaped each other up pretty well under the hot water, both of us laughing and grabbing and rubbing each others' body parts with the suds. My raging hard-on didn't go without commentary from her, and I unzipped and pulled it out to show her. Without a word, she dropped to her knees and took the whole thing in her mouth and throat without even a whimper. Kneeling in a puddle of water with the shower still cascading over both of us, she begged for me to pull her hair, fuck her mouth, and let myself go on her tits, the later of which I wasn't able to do after our lengthy swimming affair.

I exploded into her mouth, and she took it all, smiling at the end.

After getting dressed she talked me into taking her out for dinner, and then offered to pay, which I respectfully declined. We had a great time and great conversation, found out we were both divorced, and although she made a lot of money, the stress was killing her. That was exactly the reason she was at the beach, but she was reluctant to go in the water, or even a long walk, because nobody was around. She said I had a "good vibe" I was "convenient" to keep her safe, although she never expected me to go all-in with her.

The job she did was high-pressure, and the clientele not only demanding but degrading as well. Many of the so-called businessmen didn't like the fact that she was a woman and could control their finances,and made no bones about treating her badly. According to her, the worst were the old men who were "nasty", sexually and otherwise, including some of the bank Directors. She said there were days when she'd literally just drive to the beach, sit in her car listening to music and sometimes cry, and then walk into the water fully dressed in her business attire heels and all, to was it all away. She got some "looks" from people sometimes, and occasionally she'd get asked if she was okay, but she'd laugh it off, or make some excuse about spilling a drink on herself or something similar. If the weather wasn't favorable to the beach, she'd end up in the shower at home, and once, after a bitter exchange with a male co-worker at the local gym, she stomped away and dove into the pool fully dressed in a business suit because he told her she was crazy.

The uptight and stressful atmosphere that was her almost daily life made her a rule-breaker sometimes she explained. She'd do her gardening in a business suit in the rain, go for a jog in a bikini, dress like a slut to go out to a nice restaurant, or wear a mini skirt to church. Part of it was the whole work thing, but she also hated a few neighbors who would constantly report her "strange" behavior to her ex, or his parents, (even calling the cops a few times!) all of whom understood nothing about her high-pressure lifestyle or the effects it had on her. After the first time she found out what they were up to, she took pleasure in doing "stuff" to drive them nuts, including mowing the lawn in a bikini and thigh high boots she found in a Goodwill store. So many stories, it seemed like she made a part-time career of it!

But, all other things aside, she confessed that she sometimes just enjoyed getting wet for the sake of it. I smiled and accused her of having an exhibitionist streak after listening to some of her adventures, and all she could say was "Who doesn't like a hot woman jogging in a tight spandex bodysuit in the rain?" I couldn't deny her logic -lol!

I had a good run dating her for well over a year, even though we were almost 2 hours away from each other. While most of our fun was pretty much vanilla, (ya, we'd go to the beach in actual bathing suits!) Every once in a while she'd pull me into the shower or hot tub for a little "prep work" before we had sex. I always loved to get a text telling me that we need to go somewhere or other and to "bring extra clothes". If it was a hotel with a pool, I knew whet the plan was already!

Towards the very end of our relationship I had stopped by the bank to take her to lunch and she introduced me to a bunch of her co-workers in the back offices, where I hadn't been allowed to go before. It was very proper and vanilla for the most part and we breezed through the place until we came to Jennys' office. Jenny was introduced as "probably my best friend here at work" and unlike the rest of them, she got up, came out from behind her desk with a smile and shook my hand and told me how much she heard about me. Not a thought even came to mind about our little fetish "thing" we had going until over lunch Darlene mentioned that Jenny liked to get wet too. "She's my muse" she told me. "She goes to the beach with me sometimes when we have a bad day" and "Every now and then one of the other girls will get a bug to do it, but not like Jenny, she carries extra clothes"! We got a chuckle about it and the conversation moved toother things until she had to scramble back to work. We made plans to meet at the beach afterwards for a couple drinks and see if the weather was favorable to some fun.

6 PM her car whips into the parking lot, followed closely by another, within seconds she and Jenny have gym bags in hand and are heading to the changing rooms. Five minutes later after throwing their bags back in their cars, they're standing next to me ordering drinks, talking about what a shitty day they had. They're both in faded denim jeans, Darlene has a matching Levis jacket over a dark turtleneck sweater and Jenny is wearing a hoodie over a grey sweater with the highest neck I've ever seen. Their first round of drinks is gone in a flash, and they convince the bartender to make them doubles in a "to go" cup, and order one for me too.
"Get your swimming clothes on" Darlene tells me, "We're going for a walk". I went to my truck, threw on a sweater and a hoodie, grabbed a blanket and towels and by the time I was back they had the drinks and were already on the beach.

We only walked until we were out of sight of the bar, both girls decided it was time to stop. I barely put the stuff down and Jenny was in the surf up to her knees, sneakers and all. Then she turned around and came back, pulled off her hoodie and said "Let's go". I got rid of my hoodie, but Darlene opted to keep her jacket on, and into the water we went, fully dressed but acting like regular beach goers in their bathing suits. This time there was no subtlety, no fooling around, they wanted to get wet, and swim, and soak in the water. And we did, for over an hour, only taking a break to have a drink or smoke a cigarette, and back in we went.

When we were out, I finally asked the question of "What brought this on?" and they told me they got the word about a restructuring at work because their bank had been bought out. It had been a surprise to everyone there, and the afternoon was pandemonium. They both decided it "Was time for this" and Jenny mentioned that she was surprised that a couple more of the women didn't come with them.

As it was getting dark, we headed back t the bar and our vehicles, stopping off to shower and get the sand and salt out of our clothes. The three of us showered together, and Darlene did her usual on her knees while Jenny watched with her hand shoved fully down the front of her jeans. It didn't take me long to fill Darlenes' mouth as I looked at her fully dressed on her knees in front of me in the shower and her friend fully dressed and covered in foam and lather bringing herself to orgasm repeatedly while watching us!

I spent the night with Darlene as usual after the three of us went to dinner, not knowing it was the next to the last time together.

A couple weeks later, I got the usual text, went to the bank and found out Jenny had already been transferred and was in the process of relocating to Fairfield County, about as far from the shore as possible. Darlene had accepted a much higher paying job at the corporate banking headquarters in Manhattan and had leased a condo in New Jersey.

We went to the bar, had a few drinks, and went for a swim, with the usual results, including staying overnight. We talked, and planned on continuing things after she left, she still was keeping the house and figured weekends would work.

Within a month she was settled, loved her new job, and was spending time "trying to learn the area" around where she was living. A couple times she texted and said she was heading home over the weekend, and every time, plans changed at the last minute.

She had been gone most of 3 months, but we still talked and texted. I had the opportunity to go to a trade show in Pennsylvania, and literally would drive by where she was living. Time kept me from stopping on the way down, but on the return trip, we made plans to meet at her local gym.

She met me with a smile as I told her she was as foxy as ever. We had a great workout, seemed like nothing had changed- until over dinner when I started offering up suggestions about how we could enjoy the evening, she told me she pretty much wasn't interested.

I left after a 2 hour long kissing session, a few tears, a hundred "Thank Yous!" from her and an explanation that she had to "move on". It was a long ride home.......

POST SCRIPT

Every now and then I'll get a text from her, she's doing well and is a big shot banker doing international work in these post-covid days. Usually it's in the middle of the night, she reminisces about her past life, job, friends, and the place she lived. She still owns her old house, but has been leasing it out, and talks about retiring early and moving back, and having a life again. But we both know it'll never be the same....sadly.