I have enjoyed discreetly and sometimes indiscreetly observing women on beaches for as long as I can remember. This, I suppose, makes me a voyeur. I also enjoy exhibitionism, but that is another story. I am not the kind of voyeur who spies on women. That is why the beach is my favored place for voyeuristic encounters. I like the woman who is the object of my voyeuristic attention to know that I am watching and admiring her. If she encourages me, then that is the voyeur's equivalent of full intercourse and the best result possible. What all of this means is that I have had to learn how to choose my targets well. The idea of being identified and loudly outed as a pervert by a woman who finds such attention offensive mortifies me. So far this has never happened, which suggests that I am a discerning chooser of ladies to look at. So, how do I choose? My choices are determined by the very activity of beach voyeurism itself, the type of women I find desirable, and my sixth sense that tells me whether a woman will enjoy my attention. My greatest triumph as a beach voyeur is the story, I am going to tell you now. I live close to the sea and in the summertime, most afternoons I walk along the beach on my way home from work. I have been living here for three summers and my third summer of indulging my voyeurism has just ended. It was this summer that it happened. Before, the best result I had had at this beach was a session of mutual voyeurism and exhibitionism with a lady late one July afternoon the summer before last, which reached its climax with her pulling aside the gusset of her bikini pants to give me a full display of her shaved pussy. She looked me in the eye as she did as if defying me to look at her. She kept her pussy exposed for a full minute at least and brushed a finger over its lips just before she replaced her gusset. I reciprocated by taking my very erect cock from my swimming shorts and giving it a good stroke while she watched. I would have liked to have masturbated myself until I came for her, but a figure appeared on the otherwise deserted beach and put an end to our pleasures. I also would have liked the opportunity to take things further, but shortly after showing me her pussy, she stood up and packed away her things and walked off towards the steps that lead up from the sands to the promenade, and no doubt home to her husband. All I had to console me was the thought that if her husband fucked her that night, she could be thinking of me and how she had exposed her pussy to me and how I had shown her my erect cock, while her husband's cock plowed into and out of her. The next day at about the same time I passed them as usual, and she noticed me passing. I looked for a second, to take in the curves of her body and enjoy the way she laid on her sunbed legs apart. Taking a closer look, I realised she was not wearing a wedding ring! I looked away and then just before I was past the point from where I could look without turning my head around, I took a last quick glance. She was still looking at me and it was a look of interest. She did not look away and she was still looking when she disappeared from my field of vision. I am certain that if I had turned my head around to see her, she would still have been looking then. When I got home, I poured myself a glass of wine, went to the bedroom, stripped off, and lay on the bed. I took a sip of wine and closed my eyes and pictured her in my mind's eye, looking hot and ready on her sunbed. I was rock hard thinking about her, throbbing, and I masturbated until I came, jets spurting and spurting and spurting…. The next day was Saturday, so no work and no walk along the beach home. No doubt our two ladies were there as usual on their sunbeds, enjoying the beach and the sun, enjoying displaying their aging, but still desirable bodies in their skimpy bikinis and laying legs apart temptingly. And when some young buck was tempted, screaming at him for looking, but then, was it for looking, or for not being more discreet and subtle about looking? They were a puzzle to me and all weekend I found my mind wandering to thoughts of them. I observed the scene and looked around. Luck was with me. It was a very warm day, and the beach was busy, but there was a very secluded spot, hidden from the main beach, on the sand at an angle of about forty-five degrees to the ends of her sun. I sat down facing the sea; which is facing away from her, but at an angle that enabled me to take a glance back at them without having to crane around. I had a clear view between her legs, for as always, they were laid out with legs thrown apart. My eye traveled up her leg, beginning at her slender right foot; with me to the left of them, it was the insides of their right legs that were visible to me. Blondish hair, amazing body my eyes lingered over her feet with their painted toenails and the ankle bracelet whose chain hung down towards her heel. She had great legs, shapely with nice muscle definition and her tanned skin shone as the sunlight caught the oily tanning lotion that she had worked very it with her manicured hands. My eyes roved up her legs until they were focused on her inner thigh. I took my time, savoring the sight. I was close, but I felt as if I could reach out and touch her. Finally, my eyes reached the mound of her crotch and came to rest there. Her bikini pants were pink and not skimpy, but they were skin caressingly tight, and the shape of her mound and the strong line of a camel toe were clear to see. My cock hardened. She was chatting on her phone and her legs were already in their customary open position and as she looked at me again knowingly, and then, when she was horizontal, opened her legs, wider than she usually did, and then adjusted her position very slightly to face me a little. It was game on! Nothing happened for a couple of minutes, but then She turned her head, hand slipped slowly onto her stomach and then down onto her pink bikini pants and kept going slowly southwards until her fingertip was on the mound of her pussy. Her hand stopped going down and her fingers began gently to press the material. It was gentle and discreet enough to have been the adjusting of the pants or the scratching of an itch, but hard and deliberate enough to make the line of her camel toe more pronounced. Then she ran her fingertip softly back and forth, no more than an inch each way, up and down the little valley. My cock twitched violently in my pants and I watched her discreet little show and imagined the thoughts going through her mind as she made to play with herself. She was slim and curvy and leaving aside the lines, she had the body of a woman fifteen years her junior. I put my hand in my swimming trunks and slowly start to rub my hardness. The beach is getting deserted, and I stood up and walk over to her. She tells me that she took a vacation at a nude resort. I tell her that my lover and I have been nudists for awhile now. We have a lot in common and the conversation is flowing. She tells me she is married, and I confess that I am also married and very very horny! We are telling each other stories about our lovers and our lives. We have this interesting connection. We do not want to have sex but agree to mutually masturbate in front of each other. I am clean-shaven and am stroking my cock from the base to the head, moving my flesh with each stroke while the other hand is fondling my balls, lightly squeezing them and I am breathing heavily, while looking right at her, while masturbating. Her breasts are firm, and her nipples are erect and hard. She has her legs are spread, and is rubbing her fingers over herself, hand in her cute pink bikini pants. She licks her fingers and slips her hand inside her bikini again and again and again, licking her fingers slowly inserting them into herself. She slips off her bikini and licking two fingers and slipping them into herself to the third knuckle. She moves her fingers in a circular motion around her clitoris, the two fingers on the other hand deep inside herself. I could see she was very aroused masturbating with me, a stranger! Our breathing is changing, as we are both getting each other off. Me stroking my cock faster now, hands holding my hardness as I masturbated faster. She is playing with her breast. Pulling her rock-hard nipple then pinching it between her index finger and thumb. Her breath racing as she licked her fingers and plays with herself. We both realize that we are both close to climaxing. My hands speed up as I stroke myself faster and faster and her hand is also speeding up… then we look each other in the eye, and we begin to climax...I am moaning as thick streams of white cum shoot out and I go on and on until I am fully spent. She is also moaning, body shaking as she is cumming… wetness pouring out of her, she is moaning hard, and as her fingers are now coated with my orgasm. We both smile and say that was awesome. We walk back to the water and start to swim. We are laughing and having a good time. We do not talk anymore about what had just happened. We only shared our names and an amazing kiss, slowly slipping her wet warm tongue into my mouth. We get dressed and say our goodbyes and leave the beach. Once inside my car, I laugh and think to myself that was really wild and realize I can taste her wetness on my tongue…….