Life's a Peach

[Author's note: This is a SUMMER LOVIN 2025 contest story.

This story was inspired by a non-sexual (sadly!) encounter I had at a local beach. It is one of a few clothing optional (public nudity allowed) beaches in Vancouver, Canada.

Special thanks to the beautiful woman I met at this beach recently. We had some fun, flirty conversation, and she played a really good gag on this dirty old daddy. Alas, she was leaving town the next day and had family plans for the evening. We are in touch, however, so I texted her to let her know about this idea, and she asked me to add a couple of her own fantasies to it, which I did. We made up the sex between the two of us, and she suggested the dream.

For you Americans, 35 degrees Celsius (the scale used in Canada and most of the world) is 95 degrees Fahrenheit, or very hot for the city of Vancouver.

All the characters in this work of fiction are my own creation and I retain the copyright to my writing. All are over the age of 18 if in sexual situations.

Thanks to readers, and comments are welcome as I try to read & support those who support my writing as well.

AND please, vote! It is in the SUMMER LOVIN 2025 contest.]

Life's a Peach...

Ian woke feeling disgruntled and overheated. His AC had shut down without warning during the night while he was sleeping, and he woke in a sweat, tangled in his sticky bedsheet after a confusing sexual dream which had left his cock throbbing with orgasm.

***

In the dream, Ian stood in the shallows at low tide at Tower Beach, his favorite isolated getaway in Vancouver, looking out over the Salish Sea toward the Gulf and Vancouver Islands, and the North shore mountains. A wooded trail with about 400 stairs led down the cliffs behind him to the sandy foreshore of the clothing optional beach, which was not nearly as well known or crowded as Wreck Beach to the southwest around the point.

The air was very hot and humid, but the ocean breeze made his skin tingle on the front of his nude body as the sun beat hotly on his back. He wore only sunglasses and his broad-brimmed hat. His favorite tie-dye-look microfiber beach towel was draped over his shoulders.

The low waves occasionally foamed over his feet which were slowly sinking into the sand as the waves washed over them and back again to the sea. A pair of great blue herons flew into sight from the northwest and alit to his right. They began to stalk fish in the shallow water, and Ian marveled at their size and grace. A pair of seals revealed themselves further out in the water, their slick heads and curious big brown eyes seemed to be watching him expectantly. He felt connected and peaceful. It was like so many usual beach days at this place.

Then, the seals dived, and the male heron made the complaining croak these otherwise majestic birds do sometimes before flying off. The pair spread their huge wings and took flight, flying low over the shore and away.

A dark figure of a swimmer was now in sight. He watched as a woman with long dark hair was gliding to shore her body gliding on the small waves. When she finally stood, he could not see her face clearly. At least she, too, was naked, which pleased him. Too many people came to this beach these days and never took advantage of a safe place where they could enjoy their nudity in the sun.

Her pert breasts glistened with crystal drops of seawater, nipples jutting out. Her waist was slim, and curvy hips swayed atop shapely legs. But her wet mane obscured her face. In the slow cadence of dreams, she approached him.

He felt surprised and happy.

But then his cock began to react. 'Shit!' he thought. 'You know you don't want a hard-on on a public beach, even if it is clothing optional.'

The woman threw her wet hair back with a graceful swirl of her neck, gathering it over her shoulder, allowing him a lingering look at her smooth, curvy body. She strode confidently toward him. He squinted, trying to make out her face but could not.

Ian's erection was now full: tall, thick, stiff, and ready. He knew this was a faux pas, but he had no will to try and control it. He could hear distant voices behind him. He did not want to turn around because of his cock. 'Perhaps a dip the cool water will settle it,' he thought.

The woman who seemed to have been slowly approaching was suddenly in front of him, almost touching him. Before he could register her face, she leaned towards him and teasingly cooed in his ear, 'We can't let this go to waste!' as she firmly grasped his thick, long shaft.

She pumped it slowly, her other hand on his hip, and nibbled his earlobe as his head tilted back in a moan. Her firm ample breasts and hard nipples pressed against him as he put his hands on her hips. Her skin was smooth and cool from the swim. Her breath was hot on his ear, 'Do you dare to eat a peach?' she cooed in an alluring voice that had the trace of an accent he could not place. 'The mermaids are singing...'

'Prufrock,' he said.

Despite being in full public view, Ian wanted to fuck her there and then. But now his feet felt stuck ankle-deep in the sand. He tried to get her to back up a step so he could see her face, but she put a hand firmly on his muscular chest and, her soft lips touching his ear, said, 'Later, tiger!'

The woman then ducked under his arm, releasing his turgid erection. Stuck in the sand, Ian could not turn easily. She hugged him from behind, head resting between his shoulder blades. He could feel her long wet hair cooling his sun roasted back, her body cool against his buttocks. 'Nice!' she said, giving each of his ass cheeks a resounding slap. She reached around, to pump his cock and squeeze his balls. The smooth triangle of her pussy rubbed his thigh. He reached back to touch her hips.

'Don't cum now!' she laughed. 'Remember where you are - you naughty, dirty boy... wrap yourself in this...' She pulled his towel around him, tightly binding his raging penis. She laughed again letting him go.

Ian tried to turn, but his feet were buried up to the ankles by wet sand, and he tripped. Thudding to the sand, tangled in his towel, he looked up to see her heart-shaped ass swaying as she stepped away. Fixating on her ample butt, he began stroking his cock.

The people on the beach stood in a long line facing them, applauding and cheering. The woman waved and bowed at them. Then she spread her legs wide, bending far forward like an experienced stripper, looking back between her legs. Her ass was spread and her smooth pussy exposed. Her hair still obscuring her face. She started fingering her pussy with one hand, and blew him a kiss with the other.

Ian felt the pulsing of his cock as he ejaculated.

Then he woke up.

***

Ian had not had a wet dream for years - decades actually.Who was she?he thought, as he disentangled himself from his sweaty, cum-drenched sheet. The familiar beach of the dream seemed both real and surreal. Still, dreams being ephemeral, he struggled to recall the lovely voice of the siren - and her face never came into focus. Her body, however, he did not think would escape his recall.

He gathered his sheets and wiped himself off as he thought about the dream. He opened the sliding glass door to his condo balcony to let some cool morning air in. It was sunny, promising another day of the current August heatwave. The temperature might reach as high as 35 degrees according to his weather app. Checking the tides, he was reminded that low was at about 1PM, much lower than usual because of the full moon. At the real Tower Beach, the water would be shallow, and the sand flats would stretch out all around Point Grey from Spanish Banks to Wreck Beach as in his dream. He put the bedding in the laundry hamper and headed to the shower.

After a shower, coffee, and toast Ian was fully awake and much more comfortable. It was only 9 AM, and he was off work for the week. He made a little to-do list:

Laundry.Check the AC and call for a repair if I can't fix it.Go to Tower Beach for low tide.Have fun!.

Once his chores were done, Ian lotioned up at home, and got his beach kit ready: hat, towel, beach blanket, sunscreen, sunglasses, book, waterproof phone case, snacks, a drink. He figured it would not be busy on a weekday, and he could stay in the shade of the trees at the base of the cliff and not have to take a beach umbrella.

The drive was about 30 minutes, and the summer Tuesday traffic was not bad. Ian made sure to park in a covered area so the car would not be a solar furnace whenever he returned. He grabbed his beach kit and walked to the head of Trail 4 where 400 stairs led down the steep forested embankment to Tower Beach.

On the way down, he passed a few people including a woman in a sun hat and a colorful batik sarong. He could easily note a sexy figure from behind, and what he was sure was a great ass. When he stepped around a 90-degree bend in the stairs, he managed a look back, but he was unable to catch her face without being a bit obvious and creepy. He hoped she might set up near him when she got to the beach.

The forested path was shady, yet very hot, but on the last hundred steps Ian could see the beach partially, and a soft cooling breeze lessened the oppressive humidity. At the bottom, the view of the Salish Sea and distant mountains made him smile as always. On the right was a short breakwater of sorts - a line of large, piled rocks about 3 meters high that nosed out toward the water. The tide was dropping, so one could walk around it easily on the sand. The only problem was the lack sand on the other side - it was almost all rocky.

The base of the cliffs would be shaded until later in the day, and logs thrown up by winter storms lined the beach parallel at their base. The first part of the shore was sandy and welcoming; the middle was rocky. There were three or four pathways to the sandy expanse along the water. These were easily seen at a low tide, but treacherous to navigate at a high one. The widest, safest access was near the breakwater.

Ian walked to the sandy side of the breakwater where he could have a blanket under the shady trees just out of the hot sun. Three or four people were there. A pair of women had their blanket in the sun by the breakwater. A very tanned man sat naked on top of it, and woman lay on her stomach on her blanket in the sun. Ian was happy to see they were all naturists - people who enjoyed being naked on the beach. It made him more comfortable as he disrobed. This spot also had a wide margin of sand with few rocks that made water access easy.

He sunscreened any of his body where it may have worn off a bit from his clothing on the drive - one did not want a burn on one's naughty bits, after all. He remembered his cousin, Joey visiting from Calgary getting his ass roasted because he did not heed Ian's advice on sunscreen. Poor sap had trouble sitting for a week!

Looking back at the foot of the trail, he saw the woman from the stairs alighting on the sand. She looked left and right and, sadly for Ian, headed left to set up quite a few meters down the beach.She will have trouble getting to the water there, he thought,No good path through the rocks.

Eager to get in the sea for a refreshingly cool swim, Ian put on his broad brimmed hat, took his towel strode towards the water. He walked left along the sand for a bit to a place where the waves, albeit not that high, looked inviting. He placed the hat upside down on a lonely, waist-high rock with the folded towel inside to hold it there. It was not so breezy he felt that it might blow off.

He slowly entered the water. It felt cold on his feet and calves, a contrast to the blazing sun. The view was breathtaking. He looked back toward the beach. The cliffs were a wall of green. No sights or sounds of the city. And not too many people were on the beach, which he liked. The water was so shallow that he needed to walk out pretty far before plunging in to the refreshing coolness.

Ian swam a bit, then turned back to shore. He body surfed the small waves, and, although he could only get a glide of about 10 meters each ride, he was enjoying himself, and the activity made the water feet less cold. Then he caught a good one that took him much farther in. When he got upright on his knees, he saw the woman from the path looking out at the water a few meters away and pretty much in front of him.

She was tanned, pretty, sexy, andverymuch like the woman from his dream. Her hat was not on, and her dark hair was tied up, so he could see that she was Asian, had great perky breasts bared to the sun, and only wore a thong bikini bottom.

He was not sure she was watching him, and he turned to catch another wave, and then another. The woman had not moved much. He caught another wave which took him within a few meters of where she stood knee deep in the surf.Now or never, he thought.Nobody at all nearby. Do I dare disturb the universe?He stood, caught her eye, and waved.

She smiled and waved back.

"Coming in for a swim?" Ian asked. She shook her head in the negative. "Too cold?" he added.

"No swimming," she replied in an Asian accent. "Cold too!" and she laughed lightly.

"It's not at all bad once you are moving. Refreshing actually."

"Re-fresh-ing?" she asked. He could tow tell her accent was Japanese.

"Uh, nice. Good."

"Oh. I see." She pointed at herself, "Not good swimming. Or good English." She laughed again.

"I could show you...teach you. Swimming, I mean. Very shallow and safe here."

"Oh, no. Is okay. Have phone." She held up her phone.

"I see. Maybe later? I will be on the beach for a while." He felt confident, as he was nude, in full view, and she did not seem flustered by that. And she was giving him a good look at her sexy, almost naked body. "I am Ian." He approached her, extending his hand.

"Midori," she shook his hand lightly. "Oh! Hand cold. Water cold!"

"Not when swimming," he reminded her. "Swimming warms body." He felt stupid using fractured English, but one often had to do this in Vancouver. People visited from all over the world. "Midori. Pretty name for a pretty woman."

"Ah!Arigato,Ian. You look nice in ocean too. Like, uh, like otter. My favorite animal.So cute! Fun swimming in waves."

"Thanks. You should come back without your phone later."

"Maybe. Is rocky walk."

"Walk back around that way," Ian said pointing back toward the breakwater. "Very sandy."

"Okay.Arigato. But take picture?" she asked. "Of me at beach. For boy friend." His heart sank at the way she said 'boy friend' as two quite separate words. Still, how could he refuse.

"Uh, sure. Like now? My hands are a little wet, and my towel is way over their on a rock.."

"Arigato. Phone is water proof. Oh! Use to dry." And she slipped off her thong. Her pussy was bare, smooth and tanned like the rest of her. She held it out. Ian took it and wiped his hands. She handed him the phone which was ready for photos.

Sadly, she put the thong back on.At least my hand got near that pretty snatch in a way,he thought.

He took some pictures with the tree-lined cliffs in the background, as she posed in cute, sometimes provocative ways. Then they switched positions, and Ian took several more with the ocean behind her. She even knelt for some playful poses that looked very sexy, laughing and smiling the whole time. She squealed once as a wave splashed up her back, "Aiyee! Cold!"

After a few minutes Midori came to Ian, shaking water off her hands. Not quite satisfied, she patted them on Ian's dry chest without comment. She daintily retrieved her phone to look at the pictures. She stood beside him, her wet shoulder touching him as she scrolled through. She hemmed and hawed, deleted a few.

"You good at photos! Which you like?"

"I like all of them, but when you are looking over your shoulder on your knees is sexy. Also, when you were surprised by the wave that splashed your back." She scrolled to the pic.

"Yes. I look sur-prise, but smiling. You like my breasts?" She looked at him, innocently, but she also plumped up her tits with her hands. Ian felt a tingle in his cock.Down, boy!He thought.

"Very. You are beautiful all over." He made sure he looked her in the eyes.

"Boy friend say my ass too big!" She pouted, pointed at one of the pictures, but also turned so Ian could eyeball her buttocks. Her sexy ass looked the that of the girl from his wet dream, and Ian was worried he might pop a hard on.

"Your boyfriend is foolish, then. You have a really sexy bum, Midori."

"Domo arigato, Mr. Ee-an," she said, sounding out his name. "You have nice bum too!" She put her hand on his chest and held his gaze. "And hand-some."

He was not sure he could control his cock any longer. "Arigato,"he managed, happy he knew at least one word in Japanese other thankarateorjudo, or the contents of a sushi menu.

"Ie-ei.Is nothing, I mean. Now I go and edit to send to foolish boyfriend." She kissed him on the cheek. Maybe you show me wave swimming later. Bye-bye." And she walked off.

"Looking forward to it!" He ogled her heart-shaped ass and hips swaying, and her sexy legs as she walked back down the beach for a moment. He also noted her posture - like a dancer's: erect, proud.

"Damn!" he mused aloud when Midori was out of sight. "She is fucking gorgeous!" His cock was becoming semi-erect now, and he knew that would not do, so he ran back out into the surf knowing the cool salt water would tame it.

Emerging from the water, and ready for a drink, Ian waked on the damp, low tide sand back to the rock where he had left his hat and towel. He enjoyed the warm sun drying his body. Then he noticed that his favorite old beach hat was not where he left it, although the towel was there, folded atop the rock. "What the..?" he said to himself. "Did I actually leave it on the blanket?" He patted his hair and dried his eyes as he walked back to his blanket in the shade.

No hat there either.

Ian was not angry, but did feel uncomfortable and confused, so he checked his beach bag to make sure his phone and keys were there. They were safe and sound. Had a bird taken the hat? Did the breeze blow it down the beach? It was perplexing. He sat on his blanket, leaning back on a log, sipping his drink. He looked down the shore where Midori had first gone.She must be lying down,he thought,too far away to really see.

He did his crossword for a few minutes. There were a few more people now, but a Tuesday beach day at Tower was rarely busy. Not so many regulars as the bigger nude beach around the point. Even tourist busses stopped at that one sometimes. People wanted to gawk despite the hike down and the harder one back up. Too many looky-loos, and Bluetooth speakers. He was puzzling over one of the clues, a cryptic:Muppet + Guardian = president.

Damn US history question!he was thinking when a newly familiar voice interrupted him.

"What's that you are doing - Mr. Ee-an?" followed by a laugh.

He looked up to see Midori with her beach tote, still only a thong - but sportinghishat!

"Midori. Hi. Now where did you get that nice hat? I used to have one just like it."

"Found it. It was on a rock. Someone must have lost it." She smiled impishly. The accent was gone.

"Like you lost your Japanese accent?"

"I still have a little bit of one. Thanks for not saying 'exotic' - it sounds creepy."

"Good to know."

"May I sit, Mr. Ee-an?" She said with an exaggerated Japanese accent and a slight bow, like a geisha.