6 Times a Day

Chapter 1228: Chapter 1222 [3K Words]

Chapter 1228: Chapter 1222 [3K Words]



6TAD Chapter 1222

Glory drove Alan to the beach. She told him they were going to a special beach and it would take a while to get there, so even though he'd taken a brief nap at Glory's house, he slept most of the way there. His energy problem was the same as ever, and he was extra tired lately from all the sexual activity.

But when they'd arrived he'd shaken off the grogginess and practically felt brand new. Glory drove them to the San Onofre State Park, and he woke up when they got to the gate where they had to pay a fee to enter.

Glory knew exactly where she was going. She parked her car at the top of a high cliff, which made it a long way down to the beach, but it was a pleasant walk. The weather was great, with very little wind for that time of year, and the view was fantastic.

Alan had never been there before, and asked, "What's so special about this beach that we had to come all the way here? You said that it was what, a half an hour drive? And then we have to drive through the park followed by all this walking."

Glory was carrying her surfboard (Alan had offered to carry it, but Glory wanted to hold "her baby") and it was a steep walk down, so she waited until they'd reached a flatter spot in the trail before replying, "Well, first of all, remember that I'm your teacher. I go to the out of the way beaches even without you just to avoid running into my students, but with you, I have to be even more careful than usual. That's one reason. But this is also one of the best surfing beaches on the entire West Coast. You know the song "Surfin' USA" by the Beach Boys?"

"Of course." She sang:

"San Onofre and Sunset Redondo Beach, L.A. All over La Jolla At Waiamea Bay

Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S.A."

Glory looked at him expectantly. "You see? We're in the song." Alan chuckled. "So it's really that good, eh?"

"Yep. When you see long, high cliffs like this, that almost always means good waves because there's usually a steep drop off to deep water. But that's not the only thing that makes beaches off high cliffs like this special..."

Alan waited for her to say more, especially since her voice rose in a way that sounded like her thought was incomplete, but she just kept walking down the trail. He didn't have much to say, especially since the trail was too steep to be conducive for lengthy conversations, so he just looked around as he walked down.

They were nearly to the bottom of the trail, which opened onto a dry riverbed cutting across the beach. "Hey!" he suddenly said out loud. He pointed to two men lying on the beach that he could see off in the distance. "Are my eyes deceiving me or do they have flesh colored bathing suits, or what?"

Glory laughed, her eyes were sparkling. "Or what. Like I was saying, the other thing that makes hard to reach beaches like this special is that that's where you'll find the nude beaches."

He'd paused in surprise, but he kept walking. "Whoa! Nude? You mean the whole beach?"

"Actually, no. As you can see, it's a very long beach, and most of it is a regular beach. It's only the little bit to the south of this gully in front of us that's the nude part. Do you remember a couple of weeks ago, you talked about seeing the 'Surfer Girl' surf nude? We made plans to spend all day at the beach sometime? Well, I've been looking forward to that and it's finally here, even if it's only a couple of hours."

"Oh yeah. Cool. You don't know how long I've wanted to see you surf, but to do it nude - wow!" She laughed happily. "Have you ever been to a nude beach before?"

"As a matter of fact I have. We went to Black's Beach over a month ago. That's the one time for me."

"We?"

"Um, Amy, Suzanne, Susan, and me, to be honest. Katherine couldn't go for some reason. But one thing I remember from that was that there was this weird mix of nudists, mostly Europeans, gay men, and homophobic surfers. Is that how it is here?"

"Yes to the first two, but no to the latter. Since the vast majority of the long beach is not for nudists, the surfers don't need to come to the nude part. In fact, since it's Thanksgiving afternoon, most everyone will be off eating. I don't think we'll be seeing many people, surfers or not."

"But it's such a nice day," Alan pointed out.

"True, but see for yourself." They'd finally reached the bottom of the trail and Glory waved a hand in the air in the direction of the nude section. Sure enough, the beach was nearly empty. The two men he'd seen from higher up were the closest, but besides them Alan could only see a handful of people. And a couple of them appeared to be packing up their things to go.

"That's IT?"

"Well, as we walk you'll see some more back by the foot of the cliff. Nudists like their privacy. I was thinking we could find a secluded spot like that for ourselves. There are some nooks in the cliff wall that hide you from everyone except people walking right in front of you. And everyone walks on the water's edge, so they're like two hundred feet away at the closest." She smirked, but in a friendly way. "After all, I'm here with the notorious Alan Plummer. There's no telling when a sexual emergency might 'pop up,' so to speak."

"You don't have to worry about that. I'm totally sated from before." He left that comment deliberately vague, as he wasn't about to tell her about his encounters with Xania and then Heather earlier in the day.

"We'll see." But her look said, "Ha, fat chance of that!"

"No it's true. You really put me through the wringer."

"I put YOU through the wringer? HA! Look at me, young man, I'm not walking down the beach, I'm staggering." She started awkwardly shuffling along bowlegged for a few paces, until she heard Alan's guffaw of laughter.

They walked on through the nude part of the beach, but Glory explained that it was okay to wait until they'd picked a spot and put down all their stuff before undressing.

The spot they found was near the end of the beach, just before a fence bounding a military base. Few people would walk that far, and she picked a nook by the cliff wall that gave the privacy she'd described. She wanted to be ready for any sexual situation that might come up without having to worry too much about getting arrested.

"This is weird," Alan said as he pulled his shorts off. He really was worn out from before, and for once, he didn't have a hard-on.

But Glory looked at him as she undressed and said, "You know what I'll bet is weird for you? Having your shorts ON."

Alan grinned sheepishly, even as he felt his face growing warm. "I guess there's some truth in that."

"...has to remain just an alcoholic drink," Alan quipped.

Glory groaned melodramatically, then picked up her surfboard and headed back to their spot. Alan wanted to go back there too and towel off, but he wanted to find some props first. Some

of Glory's comments had given him an idea for a role-play and he dearly missed his role- playing with her. Unfortunately, he had next to nothing to work with. But there was a lot of driftwood on the shore and after a couple of minutes wandering up and down the beach, he found a couple of pieces that were close enough for his needs.

self off, and was busy

When he got back to their nook, Glory was just finishing drying drying and combing her hair. Alan was disappointed to see her putting her hair back up since he liked how it hung down while she was in the water, but he didn't say anything about it.

He was surprised to find that he was already getting dry from the wind and the sun, so he

launched straight into his routine. As he got close to her, he said in his normal voice, "Glory,

can you toss me my sunglasses?"

"Sure."

He caught her toss and put them on. Then he said in a completely different and dispassionate

tone, "'Scuse me, ma'am. I'm afraid you've broken the law." He tried to put a bit of Southern

twang into his voice in an attempt to portray a police officer in a small Southern town. Glory immediately caught on. "Have I? Oh dear. What's the charge, officer?" "Well let's see here." He brought out the big piece of bark he'd found, held it in front of him,

and then brought a stick in his other hand up to it, making it look like he was writing up a ticket. "First of all, disturbing the peace."

"Disturbing the peace? How? I'm just sitting here minding my own business."

"That may be true, ma'am, but you're disturbing the peace... with your raving beauty." She laughed, pleased at the compliment. "I'm sorry, officer. Is that all?"

"No, 'fraid not. You're also guilty of assaulting an officer... with your sexy ways."

She laughed harder, then went back into her role of pretend worry. "Oh goodness! That

sounds serious. But may I ask - if you're a cop, why are you naked?"

"I'm an undercover cop, ma'am."

"You don't look very undercover to me. In fact, I don't see any cover at all. How do I know

you're not just some naked pervert holding a stick and some bark?"

Glory was sitting down by now and Alan was standing. He stepped forward until his erection

was practically in her face. "For your information, this is extremely expensive camouflaged police equipment. And do I have to show you my badge?"

She looked at his dick which was nearly hitting her in the nose. "No, I can see your credentials

are most impressive. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to make a citizen's arrest."

"Why's that, ma'am?"

"Assault with a deadly weapon." She grasped his stiffness and started stroking it.

"Now, hold your horses, ma'am. I'm the one making charges around here." Using a catchphrase from the South Park TV show, he said with a grin, "Respect my authoritaaaaiigh." She knew the line and laughed again. She was on an emotional high - just the fact that she was

taking part in another role-play with Alan gave her a warm and happy feeling.

"Now, lady, either I can take you down to the jailhouse or you can pay for your crimes right

here."

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