I wonder if she realized that it was her hat that caught my attention. It was the hat that she was wearing that sealed the deal for me. It was the summer of eighty two and I was working at a private beach and tennis club in the Hamptons. The club was open for members only on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, from May through September. During the week the facilities were available for the small staff of us who worked there. I had spent the morning this Wednesday on the main tennis court with our club’s teaching pro Frank. He helped keep up my tennis game volleying with him. That morning we had put in a couple of hours and were both ready for a good lunch break. He wanted to get a chance to rest, recover, and get a shower before clients of his started arriving for afternoon lessons. I was planning on spending time around the club house working on connecting our outdoor deck speakers.
The club house was a large octagon shaped structure with glass on six sides. On the south side, the walls were sliding glass doors which opened onto the large ocean-side deck. The north side of the club house the large floor to ceiling windows looked out over the bay. The large deck on the ocean side had a board walk heading down to the beach, and a corridor leading the spacious out building housing the men’s and women’s changing rooms and showers.
After lunch I was outside on the deck checking and adjusting speakers. I had put on some salsa on the stereo in the clubhouse and was working to make sure you could dance out on the deck. I noticed a large white hat, with a blue ribbon, and a lovely woman under it, walking up the boardwalk from the beach. The gate down by the road at the end of our drive had not alerted us that any members were around. The woman coming up the walk must be from one of the other beach clubs around us. This happened often because we were flanked on either side by large public beach clubs.
She was a summer’s vision of loveliness. She was lean and lanky with nicely tanned limbs. She wore sandals with a long, white, terry cloth wrap with which dark blue stripes, with a white bikini top, and topped it off with the wide brimmed white hat with a dark blue ribbon. As with most hats, there was something about how she wore it. A bit off to the side with the brim coming down to shield her face. It seemed as if she always wore hats. She carried a woven beach bag, and carried her casualness off with style.
“Can I help you miss,” I called from the ladder.
“Oh, sorry, I seem to be misplaced,” she said looking about.
“That’s quite normal around here, we have such a narrow beach front,” I said while getting down from the ladder and moving over to greet her. “People are often coming up from the ocean expecting to find Neptune’s beach club, or the Quogue club.”
“Yes, the Quogue club is where I’m from,” she said shaking my extended hand.
“That’s just a bit east of here, I’m Bill and you are at the Sand Dollar. It’s a private club.”
“Oh I hope I’m not trespassing or anything,” she said brushing her brown hair behind her ear.
“No,” I reassured her. “We are basically closed during the week. Our members utilize the facilities Fridays through Sundays. During the week we staff perform maintenance, but basically have the run of the place. How about a quick tour…?”
After showing her the outer bath building, we walking along the deck which overlooked the tennis courts. I waved to Frank, his afternoon lesson had arrived so he would be busy awhile. “So, do you salsa much?” I asked my new guest as I put my hand on the small of her back and led her to the club house.
The cassette in the stereo’s deck was on a continuous loop so the music was still playing through the speakers when we entered. I gave her the quick tour. The club house bar was a large semi-circle, with a large seating area of low modular sofas, and on the south side of the house was the wood dance floor with the doors leading back out to the deck.
I opened up the sliding doors leading to the deck to catch the breeze coming off the ocean. My guest tossed her bag on one of the folding deck chairs, kicked off her sandals, and started walking across the dance floor. I met her halfway and as I took hold of her right hand I put my right hand on her hip and moved her easily into a turn step. She was very quick on her feet and moved very easily. We danced for a while. I was impressed with how fluid she moved. I spun her to her left then I took a step in towards her and came in right behind her. Holding her hips, I turned my face right, she turned hers left, and our lips met somewhere in the middle.
She was good at taking dance leads, and now I had a feeling she was leading me as she turned towards me, and my hands unfastened her terrycloth wrap. She was warm in my arms with a sight smell of tanning lotion and a taste of sea salt. She seemed to be studying me with her lips as she kissed her way along my neck and down to my chest. I untied her bikini top and noticed that she spent time tanning topless. Her soft hand-sized breasts were as tan as the rest of her, and they were just as responsive as her lips.
We lay down on the sofa and she slowly ran her nails over my chest. I discovered that subtle sensation produced a strong effect on my arousal level. As I started kissing her breasts her breathing quickened and she dug her nails in my back and took a nibble at my ear. Her breath hot down my neck encourage me as I removed her bottoms. She delivered a moan of complicity in my ear as her hands reached down to unfasten my shorts.
She put her hands on my chest and pushed against me as she swung her leg around and wound up straddling me and holding me fast against the sofa. I looked up at her and stared into the lust blazing in her eyes, a smile broadening across her face as she lowered herself on me. My hands worked their way up her hips as she leaned forward and melted into my chest our lips meeting.
She was rocking back and forth in my lap as my hips moved in synch with her. Her breathing was quicker now as she moaned in my ear. Then she arched her back and tossed her head side to side. I felt her tighten around me like a vice as her climax burst within her followed quickly by my own release. Sweating and panting well fell into each other’s arms to ride out the waves of pleasure washing over us.
Her lips still tasted salty, and she had a sleepy look about her eyes but her hear was racing less now and she was running her nails through me chest again. Her smooth skin glistened in the late afternoon sun. As summers come to a close, so do afternoons. She had to be getting back, and I had to go and finish up with Frank on the courts. As she left I let myself be still and enjoy a long last look at her, and her hat, disappearing into the dunes.