Straight Female / 36
When my son was young, less than a year, I'd spend an afternoon or two down the beach, taking him in his stroller, protected from the sun, and sun bathe a bit.
A surfer,not bad looking, nice body, would often give me the eye, walking past real close and checking me out. After a week or two, can't remember exactly, we got to chatting. Then he laid down on his towel next to me, talking about music or whatever. But he'd get an erection, or half hard, and make no effort to hide it. I made no mention of it, pretended it wasn't happening. Made me smile when he stood up, putting his towel over his shoulder and letting it hang down in front so it wouldn't show.
One day he came up and said it was a bit chilly and we'd be better out the wind in the dunes. It was overcast and he did have a point. There wasn't too many people around this day, was the middle of the week. And a pretty big beach. The dunes were a long way off from the carpark and shops.
Common sense said it was time to fuck off home, but I didn't listen to common sense. I pushed the stroller and we three trudged over there.
He was right about the wind though, it was better.
He lays there in his speedo's, full hard, a thick sausage straining to get out. After a while I says does that thing ever go down. He pulls down his bathers and shows me his thick cock that has a mind of its own. I turn my back to him, laying on my side and he snuggles up behind .Pulls my bikini bottom down, and now I feel his warm thick sausage between my legs.
I remember the clouds, the wind blowing the grass, the sea birds,people's voices in the distance and his cock squirming its way in. I put a towel over us, picked up a book I'd brought and pretended to read and for what seemed ages felt the slow pumping of his cock, until he got excited and shot his load.
Afterwards I would visit his apartment and have better and more vigorous sex while my son slept. Unfortunately it didn't last. He grew possessive and asked too many questions. He wanted my number and address, grilled me about my sex life with my husband. I had lied to him, so when I stopped going to see him, he had no clue how to find me. I had to find other ways to spend my afternoons. I'm sad he spoiled a good thing.
A surfer,not bad looking, nice body, would often give me the eye, walking past real close and checking me out. After a week or two, can't remember exactly, we got to chatting. Then he laid down on his towel next to me, talking about music or whatever. But he'd get an erection, or half hard, and make no effort to hide it. I made no mention of it, pretended it wasn't happening. Made me smile when he stood up, putting his towel over his shoulder and letting it hang down in front so it wouldn't show.
One day he came up and said it was a bit chilly and we'd be better out the wind in the dunes. It was overcast and he did have a point. There wasn't too many people around this day, was the middle of the week. And a pretty big beach. The dunes were a long way off from the carpark and shops.
Common sense said it was time to fuck off home, but I didn't listen to common sense. I pushed the stroller and we three trudged over there.
He was right about the wind though, it was better.
He lays there in his speedo's, full hard, a thick sausage straining to get out. After a while I says does that thing ever go down. He pulls down his bathers and shows me his thick cock that has a mind of its own. I turn my back to him, laying on my side and he snuggles up behind .Pulls my bikini bottom down, and now I feel his warm thick sausage between my legs.
I remember the clouds, the wind blowing the grass, the sea birds,people's voices in the distance and his cock squirming its way in. I put a towel over us, picked up a book I'd brought and pretended to read and for what seemed ages felt the slow pumping of his cock, until he got excited and shot his load.
Afterwards I would visit his apartment and have better and more vigorous sex while my son slept. Unfortunately it didn't last. He grew possessive and asked too many questions. He wanted my number and address, grilled me about my sex life with my husband. I had lied to him, so when I stopped going to see him, he had no clue how to find me. I had to find other ways to spend my afternoons. I'm sad he spoiled a good thing.
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