Moonlit Shoreline Adventure; A shy, lonely mom experiences an awakening. By swiftlytilting. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. A group of pelicans flies back and forth along the ocean cove shoreline in a contentedly undulating line. Their large silhouettes stand out boldly against the sinking sun as they search for food. Beth sits on a driftwood log on the sandy beach watching the birds fly by, lifting her head high to drink in the last long rays of warm, golden sunlight. As the ocean swallows the sun, a spectacular display of colors paints the western sky in swaths of pink, orange, and yellow. She shyly glances around to see if anyone can see her. Not seeing anyone nearby, she discreetly puts one hand on her vulva and strokes it through her skirt. She rubs her right nipple with the other hand. The sensualness of her surroundings – the powerful waves striking the shore, the explosion of colors at sunset, the caressing ocean breeze – swirl together with that of her touch, and she feels exquisitely aroused. Her desire climbs, and her body arches. She whimpers quietly with pleasure.  But her inhibitions stop her before she reaches climax, and she grasps her hands together tightly in her lap and forces herself to breath, letting out a big sigh, and focuses her attention on the sunset. After the gloriously bright ball of fire disappears into the ocean and the tapestry of colors across the sky begins to fade, Beth stands up and, feeling pleasantly aroused, continues her walk along the beach. She quietly hums to herself, enjoying the lingering glow of twilight, a brisk breeze blowing her long, dark hair every which way. She’s wearing a long, flowing white skirt and a white off-the-shoulder shirt that hugs her small curves. Sandals hang from her right hand as she walks barefoot, delighting in the feel of cool sand between her toes. She hasn’t been feeling quite herself lately, so she’s taking a short holiday alone to try and clear her head. She’s never gone away like this without her family until now, and as much as she loves them, she’s reveling in having time alone. A married mum of older kids, she’s lived a fairly normal, conservative and wholesome life. It’s been a very good life, but she has grown to live with an almost constant dull ache of loneliness and longing in her heart. Yet her family is caring and loving, so she’s filled with guilt for not being satisfied, for wanting more. She feels distant from her husband, as they haven’t been intimate for many years. She blames herself, but feels lost. She’s touch starved, and her desire has only increased with the passage of time, so she masturbates and orgasms nearly every day as a way to get by. As she wanders down the beach, the peaceful, unending flow of ocean waves pulsing against the sandy shore lulls her frenetic heart. The eerie, low sound of a foghorn signals its warning loudly in the distance. She knows she should head back because daylight has almost vanished, and it’s not “safe” for a woman to be out here alone. But right now she doesn’t care. She’s felt stifled, hidden, and, in a sense, dead for so long, she thrills at the feelings flowing through her now. The loud crashing ocean makes her feel alive. The impending darkness makes her feel alive. The thought of being alone in the darkness arouses her. So she keeps going down the shore. Fog begins to roll in from the water. The air feels damp and cold. The breeze brushes across her skin like fingers. Goosebumps pop up on her bare arms, and she shivers. Beth had forgotten how cold the beach can get after sunset. Maybe she should go back to her campsite now after all. Her steps slow down with hesitancy, but she notices a bend ahead and is curious to know what’s around the corner, so she keeps trudging forward. As she rounds the corner, her heart jumps with relief when she sees a fire on the beach in the distance. She decides to continue ahead, and picks up her pace, excited to reach the warmth and light of the fire.