AT THE BEACH
I am a keen motorcyclist and have been for 35 years and an early morning summer ride to the coast is something I really enjoy. Setting off before the roads are too busy, in the cool air before it gets too warm means the journey is all the more enjoyable. My usual route takes in only country roads and old English villages. The bike has a powerful engine and can travel very fast if asked too but mornings like this are about riding slowly and being quiet through the villages, to avoiding waking anyone.
For most early morning rides I pull on my t-shirt, full leather riding suit, socks, boots, helmet and gloves. That’s right, no underwear. This means my ball sack is closer to the seat and my cock encased only by leather. As the leathers will undo from the bottom near my crutch as well as the top at my neck, useful if you need a pee on the journey, it means if I get a hard-on it is easily accessed, whether I am riding or when I arrive at the coast. God knows what would happen if I got knocked off the bike and ended up in hospital, particularly with my dick hanging out.
I try to set off around 5am, before anyone is moving in the street. If I have a good run I can be at the coast in 45 minutes, have 30 minutes having a look around and then be back before 8am. This means if I have to go to work I still have time to get showered, dressed and catch the train to London.
This morning is no different. The sun is shining brightly, it’s warm in its rays but cool under shady trees. The vibration of the engine through the seat is transmitted to my balls and results in a tent pole in my leathers whilst I am riding. This is excellent training for when I arrive at the coast my cock and balls will be released from the tight leathers and let out into the early morning sun. Outdoors feels best, preferably with a slight warm breeze blowing over my shaved balls. And a quick wank on the beach never hurt anyone did it?
With little traffic and driving within the speed limits in all the small villages the journey passes quickly and without trouble. I park the bike on the shingle car park and after removing my gloves climb the breakwater bank up to the beach. There are very few people around, I can view the beach for a couple of miles each way and only a walker with their dog can be seen in the distance to the east. Looking back over my shoulder I can’t be seen from the road. The beach is divided every 1******ds or so by wooden breakwaters stretching out towards France. I walk down the beach towards the sea and stand next to a breakwater. I unzip my leathers from the bottom and release my pole, in anticipation of a few minutes stroking and releasing multiple jets of sticky cum into the sea.
Pulling back my foreskin reveals my helmet, already wet with pre-cum. I rub some on my finger and taste it, no real taste, but slightly sweet all the same. More drips from my cock eye onto the stones of the beach. More than usual, this will be a good session, plenty of lubrication for my hand. Feeling extra horny I decide to try some seaweed rubbed on my cock, I wonder what that will feel like. The seaweed is slippery with seawater and numbs the feeling of my hand making it feel like someone else is wanking my wood. I gather a large handful and stuff my cock deeply into it. The feeling on my bare cock head is incredible and makes the vein on the top of my shaft pulse with extra blood.
I drop the seaweed and pull down the top zip of my leathers to my waist and pull up my t-shirt so I can play with a nipple. Putting some spit on my finger I circle my nipples, teasing them hard. My breathing has quickened and is fogging up the visor on my crash helmet so I release the helmet catch and remove it. I pull my cock back inside my leathers, not easy with the raging hard-on I now have and lower both zips so I can shrug my leathers off my shoulders and drop them to my knees. I remove my t-shirt and am now naked down to my knees. I step back slightly to avoid getting my leathers wet in the tide and bump into something that wasn’t there when I walked down the beach. I hear a slight gasp as I feel something soft under one of my feet. About to turn to see who is there a light woman’s voice tells me to keep looking forward and two hands reach round my middle with a bundle of seaweed.
The seaweed is rammed onto my cock and a frantic 5 strokes are made with it on my cock, using both hands. Again my cock is pulsing hard. Then it stops, the seaweed is dropped and one of the hands cups my ball sack and a tongue licks my ear. Warm quick breathing tells me this is exciting for both of us. The other hand runs up my belly to my right nipple and pinches it, almost painfully. One finger runs under my ball sack back towards my perineum and further back to my arse, running around the rim but not entering.
“I’m glad you’re here today. I was so hot last week when I watched you pull your cum into the sea. You didn’t see me but I was watching you. I went home a fucked myself with my dildo until I came, noisily”.
“Can I turn around?” I ask. “Not yet”. The finger tickles my arse opening and my cock twitches. “Do you like that?” breathes the voice in my ear.
“Yes, you’d better stop unless you want the beach painting”, I reply. “Don’t waste that cum, I need it in me. OK, turn round”, says the voice.
The hands are removed and I turn slowly to find a woman, fully dressed in a white and red striped t-shirt, a blue skirt to her knees and beach shoes. She has dark straight hair which reaches to her shoulders and a blue ribbon matching her skirt in her hair. The t-shirt is full but not excessively stretched by her breasts, her skirt fits nicely around slim hips with a slight tummy bulge and her shoes are black. Her face is clean with no make up, fair skin without a blemish and whilst plain she is attractive. Small gold earrings in the shape of a penis are in each earlobe.
Her lips plant themselves on mine and a tongue pushes deep into my mouth. I respond, pleased to find that there is no taste nor smell of tobacco, just a slight hint of perfume. Her hands wrap around my head and pull it closer, crushing my lips against my teeth and forcing my mouth open wider. She withdraws her tongue and nips at mine as she pulls away. Looking again at her I would estimate that she is late forties, and in excellent shape.
Dropping to her knees she takes my cock head in her mouth and takes my entire length down her throat with one thrust. Her tongue is pushed forwards and out, running under my shaft to my ball sack. She tickles it with the tip of her tongue quickly then withdraws her mouth. Her hands reach around my bum and pulling me close she again takes me fully and pushes a finger in my bum hole. Her short clipped nails do not scratch as she wriggles around my arse.
Suddenly she pulls free and says, “Tastes salty”. “Not surprising”, I respond, “we both had seaweed wrapped round it a few moments ago”.
“You like that?” she asks. “Loved it”, I reply. “Zip yourself up, were going home to play”. “Where’s home?” “Never mind, just take me for a ride on your bike and I’ll guide you”. “I can't, you don’t have any bike clothing, particularly a helmet”.
Walking to the breakwater she reaches over and collects a crash helmet, boots, gloves, jacket and trousers and a rucksack. “Don’t look while I change into these, and put your cock away for God's sake, before someone sees it hanging out”. She slaps it lightly, then I turn and tuck it away, zipping up my leathers, pulling on my crash helmet and gloves. When I turn back she is also fully dressed and takes my hand as we walk up the beach towards my bike.
She climbs on the back as I start the engine. Her hands wrap around my middle and I feel the lower zip being opened and my cock being retrieved. “Go left out of here” she calls and I feel my cock being pulled left. Ah, that’s how directions will be given to me. We set off turning left out of the car park and I find that my cock is squeezed hard. “Faster”, she calls and as I accelerate the pressure on my cock is released. Hmm, she’s got control of the speed and direction. Rushing along the coast road I find she is an excellent passenger. Apart from the cock manipulation I can’t really notice her on the back. When I slow she squeezes harder and directs me with tugs to the left and right.
After about ten miles she indicates a right turn into a seaside caravan park. Again the instructions to turn left and right on my cock to guide me to “Home”. The squeezing has abated though. She holds up two fingers with one hand and then three, I guess meaning 23. Looking to one side then the other I identify number 23 and pull up next to an old Morris Minor Van and a clean and tidy garden surrounding a cream coloured caravan.
Jumping off the bike she reaches into a pocket, retrieves a key and beckons me inside. The interior is tidy and clean, a built in settee around two sides and a TV with DVD player and satellite are sitting by the electric fire. The functional kitchen area is off to one side and next to that an open door indicating a larger than normal bathroom. Next to that is a closed door. She closes the main door of the caravan behind me, sits on the settee and starts to undress. I pull open the zip on my leathers and sit on the settee next to her to remove my boots and socks. As her jacket comes off I notice her nipples are hard and holding the t-shirt out. I turn and suck one of them through the fabric. Her breasts are firm and bouncy with hard sticky out nipples on the top and her breasts are not restrained by a bra. My hand fondles the other breast and she gasps.
She pushes me away, turns away from me, removes her top and shrugs out of her trousers. I’m greeted by the sight of a g-string that has disappeared so far between her arse cheeks I’m not sure it’s there and it’ll take my tongue to retrieve it. No wonder I had to turn away at the beach, she was removing her skirt. With all her clothes removed she turns around. My eyes travel from hers, down to her breasts and then further down to a hand covering her crutch. The hand comes away to reveal an almost hairless mound, juts a small 1 inch circular spot of bright blue dyed trimmed pubic hair. My eyes travel back up to hers.
Her smile is making my cock twitch again. She comes towards me and lightly ties some blue ribbon around my cock and ball sack. Then she leads me towards the bathroom pulling on the ribbon. “Nothing like a wash to get to know each other”, she says. In the bathroom, unusually for a mobile home, is a full size Jacuzzi, already full. We climb in and begin to soap each other, taking special care around breasts and genitals. She is extremely careful around my cock as she wishes to retain my erection and my cum. As I lather her breasts the nipples stiffen fully again and her mouth opens slightly. I lean forward and push my tongue in her mouth, she responds but more gently this time.
“OK”, she whispers, “time for bed”. We climb out of the Jacuzzi and towel each other off. Then she leads me to the closed door which she opens to reveal a king size double bed which literally fills the room. Again, another first for a mobile home. We embrace and fall onto the bed which is soft, warm and smells clean. With a little kissing we get down to the serious business. I clamp my mouth over her pussy lips and lick rhythmically too and fro, wiping open her petals to reveal the nub of a clit. I lap at her clit and as her hips rise up I push back harder, drinking in her fluid. After a couple of minutes I feel her pull at my ears to get me to leave her pussy. She throws me sideways and slips my cock in her mouth. Her pussy is presented to my face from above and lowers down gently until my nose is nestling between those arse cheeks and my tongue is filling her pussy. Her fluids are dribbling down my chin, she is so wet.
I’m concentrating so hard on her pussy and her smells that I forget my cock is in her mouth, just as well otherwise I might fill her mouth with cum. She pushes her fanny down harder and I feel a shudder as she cums, I realize she has stopped sucking my cock. Then she suddenly turns around and plants her pussy on my cock and sitting up rides me like hell, her tits bouncing. I can’t last and fill her with 10 shots of best cum. The feeling is incredible as her cunt muscles milk me fully. She flops down and grinds her mound into my pelvic bone, still pumping me. As my cock softens inside her she nibbles my lips with her teeth.
“Thank you” she whispers into my ear. “No, thank you”, I reply. “Tea or coffee” she suddenly says as she leaps off me, dribbling my cum over my cock and balls. “Coffee please”. She laughs and suggests I clean up. I return to the bathroom and wash myself quickly. In the kitchen she has pulled on a t-shirt and some panties and is busy with the cups and saucers. I walk up behind her and reach round to fondle her breasts, stiffening her nipples with a little pinch.
We sit down for coffee and she revels that she had seen me on the beach on several morning over the last month, always watching from behind the breakwater. Each time she had marvelled at the thick spurts of cum but managed to stay silent and had then returned home after I had gone to laze in her Jacuzzi and thrust her dildo into her wet fanny. She told me that this morning had been planned for some time but that she hadn’t got up the nerve to approach me. “I’m glad you did this morning” I reply.
While I am pulling on my leathers we chat like old friends, “Do you live here all the time?” “No, only over the summer holidays. It’s usually boring as hell on this campsite. It’s never been as good as today”. She tells me her name is Laura, she’s divorced, lives in London the remainder of the year and has owned the mobile home for three years having it specially kitted for just such an adventure, never expecting it to be used the way it was today. Her sex life in London is almost non existent, preferring outdoor sex, never expecting to find a pervert such as me on the beach.
“Another?” she says, motioning with her cup. “Please, two sugars for energy this time please”. Laura gets up and turns to put her cup on the worktop, but then grabs me, pulls up the lower zip and releases my cock. Quickly she is on her knees and sucking on my soft cock and balls. I can feel a stirring in my loins and reach down to fondle her breasts with one hand whilst holding her head on my crutch. She takes my cock, still flaccid and my ball sack in her mouth at one time and slurps away. Rapidly my cock is growing and she releases my balls from her mouth but continues sucking on my cock until it is hard. Then, to make sure my cock is really hard she ties the blue ribbon round the base of my shaft behind my balls and turns and presents her cunt to me, doggy style with her hands on the low settee. “Now, get in there and fuck me from behind, still dressed in your leathers”. I oblige sliding into her wet receptive tunnel and fuck her, long and with hard strokes. She pushes back against my thrusting, groaning intermittently. I can feel her cunt muscles squeezing me and I unload again, only short but hard spasms. Immediately I am done she pulls away, tucks my cock still wearing the blue ribbon back in my leathers and pulls down the zip. She pats my bulge gently and then she tells me that at 9 o’clock her friend is coming and asks that I leave. I dress, fire up the bike, kiss her again while holding a breast and turn to go. She pulls me back and asks, “Tomorrow, on the beach?” “Sure, I’ll be there”.
And I was. And she was …..
For most early morning rides I pull on my t-shirt, full leather riding suit, socks, boots, helmet and gloves. That’s right, no underwear. This means my ball sack is closer to the seat and my cock encased only by leather. As the leathers will undo from the bottom near my crutch as well as the top at my neck, useful if you need a pee on the journey, it means if I get a hard-on it is easily accessed, whether I am riding or when I arrive at the coast. God knows what would happen if I got knocked off the bike and ended up in hospital, particularly with my dick hanging out.
I try to set off around 5am, before anyone is moving in the street. If I have a good run I can be at the coast in 45 minutes, have 30 minutes having a look around and then be back before 8am. This means if I have to go to work I still have time to get showered, dressed and catch the train to London.
This morning is no different. The sun is shining brightly, it’s warm in its rays but cool under shady trees. The vibration of the engine through the seat is transmitted to my balls and results in a tent pole in my leathers whilst I am riding. This is excellent training for when I arrive at the coast my cock and balls will be released from the tight leathers and let out into the early morning sun. Outdoors feels best, preferably with a slight warm breeze blowing over my shaved balls. And a quick wank on the beach never hurt anyone did it?
With little traffic and driving within the speed limits in all the small villages the journey passes quickly and without trouble. I park the bike on the shingle car park and after removing my gloves climb the breakwater bank up to the beach. There are very few people around, I can view the beach for a couple of miles each way and only a walker with their dog can be seen in the distance to the east. Looking back over my shoulder I can’t be seen from the road. The beach is divided every 1******ds or so by wooden breakwaters stretching out towards France. I walk down the beach towards the sea and stand next to a breakwater. I unzip my leathers from the bottom and release my pole, in anticipation of a few minutes stroking and releasing multiple jets of sticky cum into the sea.
Pulling back my foreskin reveals my helmet, already wet with pre-cum. I rub some on my finger and taste it, no real taste, but slightly sweet all the same. More drips from my cock eye onto the stones of the beach. More than usual, this will be a good session, plenty of lubrication for my hand. Feeling extra horny I decide to try some seaweed rubbed on my cock, I wonder what that will feel like. The seaweed is slippery with seawater and numbs the feeling of my hand making it feel like someone else is wanking my wood. I gather a large handful and stuff my cock deeply into it. The feeling on my bare cock head is incredible and makes the vein on the top of my shaft pulse with extra blood.
I drop the seaweed and pull down the top zip of my leathers to my waist and pull up my t-shirt so I can play with a nipple. Putting some spit on my finger I circle my nipples, teasing them hard. My breathing has quickened and is fogging up the visor on my crash helmet so I release the helmet catch and remove it. I pull my cock back inside my leathers, not easy with the raging hard-on I now have and lower both zips so I can shrug my leathers off my shoulders and drop them to my knees. I remove my t-shirt and am now naked down to my knees. I step back slightly to avoid getting my leathers wet in the tide and bump into something that wasn’t there when I walked down the beach. I hear a slight gasp as I feel something soft under one of my feet. About to turn to see who is there a light woman’s voice tells me to keep looking forward and two hands reach round my middle with a bundle of seaweed.
The seaweed is rammed onto my cock and a frantic 5 strokes are made with it on my cock, using both hands. Again my cock is pulsing hard. Then it stops, the seaweed is dropped and one of the hands cups my ball sack and a tongue licks my ear. Warm quick breathing tells me this is exciting for both of us. The other hand runs up my belly to my right nipple and pinches it, almost painfully. One finger runs under my ball sack back towards my perineum and further back to my arse, running around the rim but not entering.
“I’m glad you’re here today. I was so hot last week when I watched you pull your cum into the sea. You didn’t see me but I was watching you. I went home a fucked myself with my dildo until I came, noisily”.
“Can I turn around?” I ask. “Not yet”. The finger tickles my arse opening and my cock twitches. “Do you like that?” breathes the voice in my ear.
“Yes, you’d better stop unless you want the beach painting”, I reply. “Don’t waste that cum, I need it in me. OK, turn round”, says the voice.
The hands are removed and I turn slowly to find a woman, fully dressed in a white and red striped t-shirt, a blue skirt to her knees and beach shoes. She has dark straight hair which reaches to her shoulders and a blue ribbon matching her skirt in her hair. The t-shirt is full but not excessively stretched by her breasts, her skirt fits nicely around slim hips with a slight tummy bulge and her shoes are black. Her face is clean with no make up, fair skin without a blemish and whilst plain she is attractive. Small gold earrings in the shape of a penis are in each earlobe.
Her lips plant themselves on mine and a tongue pushes deep into my mouth. I respond, pleased to find that there is no taste nor smell of tobacco, just a slight hint of perfume. Her hands wrap around my head and pull it closer, crushing my lips against my teeth and forcing my mouth open wider. She withdraws her tongue and nips at mine as she pulls away. Looking again at her I would estimate that she is late forties, and in excellent shape.
Dropping to her knees she takes my cock head in her mouth and takes my entire length down her throat with one thrust. Her tongue is pushed forwards and out, running under my shaft to my ball sack. She tickles it with the tip of her tongue quickly then withdraws her mouth. Her hands reach around my bum and pulling me close she again takes me fully and pushes a finger in my bum hole. Her short clipped nails do not scratch as she wriggles around my arse.
Suddenly she pulls free and says, “Tastes salty”. “Not surprising”, I respond, “we both had seaweed wrapped round it a few moments ago”.
“You like that?” she asks. “Loved it”, I reply. “Zip yourself up, were going home to play”. “Where’s home?” “Never mind, just take me for a ride on your bike and I’ll guide you”. “I can't, you don’t have any bike clothing, particularly a helmet”.
Walking to the breakwater she reaches over and collects a crash helmet, boots, gloves, jacket and trousers and a rucksack. “Don’t look while I change into these, and put your cock away for God's sake, before someone sees it hanging out”. She slaps it lightly, then I turn and tuck it away, zipping up my leathers, pulling on my crash helmet and gloves. When I turn back she is also fully dressed and takes my hand as we walk up the beach towards my bike.
She climbs on the back as I start the engine. Her hands wrap around my middle and I feel the lower zip being opened and my cock being retrieved. “Go left out of here” she calls and I feel my cock being pulled left. Ah, that’s how directions will be given to me. We set off turning left out of the car park and I find that my cock is squeezed hard. “Faster”, she calls and as I accelerate the pressure on my cock is released. Hmm, she’s got control of the speed and direction. Rushing along the coast road I find she is an excellent passenger. Apart from the cock manipulation I can’t really notice her on the back. When I slow she squeezes harder and directs me with tugs to the left and right.
After about ten miles she indicates a right turn into a seaside caravan park. Again the instructions to turn left and right on my cock to guide me to “Home”. The squeezing has abated though. She holds up two fingers with one hand and then three, I guess meaning 23. Looking to one side then the other I identify number 23 and pull up next to an old Morris Minor Van and a clean and tidy garden surrounding a cream coloured caravan.
Jumping off the bike she reaches into a pocket, retrieves a key and beckons me inside. The interior is tidy and clean, a built in settee around two sides and a TV with DVD player and satellite are sitting by the electric fire. The functional kitchen area is off to one side and next to that an open door indicating a larger than normal bathroom. Next to that is a closed door. She closes the main door of the caravan behind me, sits on the settee and starts to undress. I pull open the zip on my leathers and sit on the settee next to her to remove my boots and socks. As her jacket comes off I notice her nipples are hard and holding the t-shirt out. I turn and suck one of them through the fabric. Her breasts are firm and bouncy with hard sticky out nipples on the top and her breasts are not restrained by a bra. My hand fondles the other breast and she gasps.
She pushes me away, turns away from me, removes her top and shrugs out of her trousers. I’m greeted by the sight of a g-string that has disappeared so far between her arse cheeks I’m not sure it’s there and it’ll take my tongue to retrieve it. No wonder I had to turn away at the beach, she was removing her skirt. With all her clothes removed she turns around. My eyes travel from hers, down to her breasts and then further down to a hand covering her crutch. The hand comes away to reveal an almost hairless mound, juts a small 1 inch circular spot of bright blue dyed trimmed pubic hair. My eyes travel back up to hers.
Her smile is making my cock twitch again. She comes towards me and lightly ties some blue ribbon around my cock and ball sack. Then she leads me towards the bathroom pulling on the ribbon. “Nothing like a wash to get to know each other”, she says. In the bathroom, unusually for a mobile home, is a full size Jacuzzi, already full. We climb in and begin to soap each other, taking special care around breasts and genitals. She is extremely careful around my cock as she wishes to retain my erection and my cum. As I lather her breasts the nipples stiffen fully again and her mouth opens slightly. I lean forward and push my tongue in her mouth, she responds but more gently this time.
“OK”, she whispers, “time for bed”. We climb out of the Jacuzzi and towel each other off. Then she leads me to the closed door which she opens to reveal a king size double bed which literally fills the room. Again, another first for a mobile home. We embrace and fall onto the bed which is soft, warm and smells clean. With a little kissing we get down to the serious business. I clamp my mouth over her pussy lips and lick rhythmically too and fro, wiping open her petals to reveal the nub of a clit. I lap at her clit and as her hips rise up I push back harder, drinking in her fluid. After a couple of minutes I feel her pull at my ears to get me to leave her pussy. She throws me sideways and slips my cock in her mouth. Her pussy is presented to my face from above and lowers down gently until my nose is nestling between those arse cheeks and my tongue is filling her pussy. Her fluids are dribbling down my chin, she is so wet.
I’m concentrating so hard on her pussy and her smells that I forget my cock is in her mouth, just as well otherwise I might fill her mouth with cum. She pushes her fanny down harder and I feel a shudder as she cums, I realize she has stopped sucking my cock. Then she suddenly turns around and plants her pussy on my cock and sitting up rides me like hell, her tits bouncing. I can’t last and fill her with 10 shots of best cum. The feeling is incredible as her cunt muscles milk me fully. She flops down and grinds her mound into my pelvic bone, still pumping me. As my cock softens inside her she nibbles my lips with her teeth.
“Thank you” she whispers into my ear. “No, thank you”, I reply. “Tea or coffee” she suddenly says as she leaps off me, dribbling my cum over my cock and balls. “Coffee please”. She laughs and suggests I clean up. I return to the bathroom and wash myself quickly. In the kitchen she has pulled on a t-shirt and some panties and is busy with the cups and saucers. I walk up behind her and reach round to fondle her breasts, stiffening her nipples with a little pinch.
We sit down for coffee and she revels that she had seen me on the beach on several morning over the last month, always watching from behind the breakwater. Each time she had marvelled at the thick spurts of cum but managed to stay silent and had then returned home after I had gone to laze in her Jacuzzi and thrust her dildo into her wet fanny. She told me that this morning had been planned for some time but that she hadn’t got up the nerve to approach me. “I’m glad you did this morning” I reply.
While I am pulling on my leathers we chat like old friends, “Do you live here all the time?” “No, only over the summer holidays. It’s usually boring as hell on this campsite. It’s never been as good as today”. She tells me her name is Laura, she’s divorced, lives in London the remainder of the year and has owned the mobile home for three years having it specially kitted for just such an adventure, never expecting it to be used the way it was today. Her sex life in London is almost non existent, preferring outdoor sex, never expecting to find a pervert such as me on the beach.
“Another?” she says, motioning with her cup. “Please, two sugars for energy this time please”. Laura gets up and turns to put her cup on the worktop, but then grabs me, pulls up the lower zip and releases my cock. Quickly she is on her knees and sucking on my soft cock and balls. I can feel a stirring in my loins and reach down to fondle her breasts with one hand whilst holding her head on my crutch. She takes my cock, still flaccid and my ball sack in her mouth at one time and slurps away. Rapidly my cock is growing and she releases my balls from her mouth but continues sucking on my cock until it is hard. Then, to make sure my cock is really hard she ties the blue ribbon round the base of my shaft behind my balls and turns and presents her cunt to me, doggy style with her hands on the low settee. “Now, get in there and fuck me from behind, still dressed in your leathers”. I oblige sliding into her wet receptive tunnel and fuck her, long and with hard strokes. She pushes back against my thrusting, groaning intermittently. I can feel her cunt muscles squeezing me and I unload again, only short but hard spasms. Immediately I am done she pulls away, tucks my cock still wearing the blue ribbon back in my leathers and pulls down the zip. She pats my bulge gently and then she tells me that at 9 o’clock her friend is coming and asks that I leave. I dress, fire up the bike, kiss her again while holding a breast and turn to go. She pulls me back and asks, “Tomorrow, on the beach?” “Sure, I’ll be there”.
And I was. And she was …..
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