The Pier

It was about 12:30 AM when Amanda arrived at the pier overlooking the nearby beach. It was the perfect time to do it, it was still warm and no one would be around this late at night. Her plan was to walk to the end of the pier, jump in the ocean and swim back to shore to collect the bag of clothes she'd stashed there earlier that day.

Choosing to drive there wearing only a towel she thought she must be out of her mind. As she opened the door the humid night air hit her, particularly between her legs as she spread them to get out of the car. The full moon highlighted her exposure even more. After placing her keys on top of the front wheel the mother of two took a moment to admire her reflection in the window.

"Oh god, I can't believe I'm really doing this" she thought to herself with a nervous but excited giggle.

Moving away from her car her bare feet padded softly on the decking as she walked along the pier. There were all kinds of shops and rides that were open during the day. Amanda pictured herself being surrounded by people in her vulnerable state, the very thought caused her nipples to harden and made her slightly weak in the knees as a familiar pulsing hunger grew in her lower belly.