Beach

They packed up, changed into swimwear, and drove out to the beach, leaving the tent behind. They would be back to sleep there again. They picked up lunch on the way.

They paid for a parking space, renting a pass for the whole week, and dragged their belongings to the sand. The beach was not unpopulated, but due to its size it appeared spacious. The people where there, just spread out. The Lawmaker family joined them.

They spent the first half of their visit having a normal, boring, but relaxing day at the beach. They basked in the harsh glare of the summer sun and cooled themselves off in the refreshingly chill water. When they had had their fun, Nate went up into the sandy hills. These were always his favorite part about coming to this part of the beach. There were these sandy hills that went back for a bit. They went up, and when you went to the top with the trees the view was spectacular. You could lay back with your head on a pillow of sand, under the shade of sparse trees. To your right you could see the coast from up high, with a steep but traversable slope down to the waves.

To the left was were the woods were. There was shorter slope and then the ground changed to a mixture of dirt with sand. The ground was covered with leaves. Here the trees were more abundant. Few people came back here, but people passed by when they traversed the dunes. If you continued walking you would end up at the road or the parking lot.

Nate's parents didn't suspect anything when he said he would be up exploring the dunes, something he had loved doing since he was a kid and doing alone as a teenager. They warned him to watch his feet on the hot, undisturbed sand and to apply another coat of sunscreen if he went without his shirt. He did and then left them, scaling the sandy hill.

He never tired of the sight. Despite the perverted reasons he was here for, he stopped to admire the beauty and forget who he was for a moment. Up here he was alone, no voices, no minds to control. All the people were tiny and far away. He saw some others come and go around the dunes. They kept their distance. When he was satisfied he turned around and slid down the slope into the shady area below.

It was much cooler down here. The voices from the beach on the other side sounded even more muffled from here. He walked around barefoot on the dirt. There was a fallen tree he paused to sit on, thinking about what he was about to do, and see if anyone was coming this way soon. No one was.

He stood up, undid the knot on the first of his trunks, and slid them down. He held them tight in his hand, scared he would lose them. He was even more paranoid that someone would stop by. What if it was a kid? He didn't to flash any children. He listened carefully and walked around.

He heard voices coming closer. He quickly slid the shorts back up. He didn't retie them, so they would be easy to remove again. If anyone pointed it out he would just say that he hadn't noticed and retie them. They might suspect that he was peeing back here or something, but they would probably rather leave it unmentioned.

A family went by. They didn't pay him any attention and walked right by, continuing their day at the beach. When he was sure they had gone he got naked again. He liked the thrill of being caught.