First Forbidden Touch: Beach Cabin Awakening with a Mature Stranger
Rainy August afternoon on the Belgian coast. Jobless from bad weather, I wander into the dim lunapark on the dike. Arcade noise buzzes, kids everywhere. No friends in sight. Then she bumps into me – chic fortysomething, curvy in capri pants hugging her hips, bare midriff tan, tank top straining over full tits, streaked hair. Vacation class.
She mistakes me for staff. ‘Sir, help? My girl’s billiard game’s jammed, coin stuck.’ Her daughter AurĂ©lie, maybe 12, near tears. I explain I’m not working here, but fix it quick with my knife tip. Coin drops. AurĂ©lie plants a wet kiss on my cheek. Mom’s grateful. I linger, checking the machine.
The Approach
Her eyes keep dipping to my crotch. Tight jeans outline my dick and balls perfectly. Not on purpose. Her cheeks flush deeper. Gaze clouds. Amusing. Bored anyway, why not flirt with mature tail? I lean close by the machine, blocking her view unless obvious. Advise AurĂ©lie on shots, press my hips to hers casual-like. She doesn’t pull away. Pushes back slight. Breath quickens. Heart pounds mine.
We grind subtle, pressure builds. Arm around her waist, palm on warm skin where top meets pants. Whisper, ‘You’re beautiful.’ She smiles shy, ‘Merci.’ Her hand slips from purse, back brushes my bulge. Electric. Dick stirs, tents jeans. Dim light hides us. She grabs full, squeezes quick. Pulls away, ‘Sorry, don’t know what came over me.’ My green eyes sparkle gold – her weakness.
Marianne, she says later. Invites me beach tomorrow, private cabin across. Heart races all night. Jerk off slow, thumb-rubbing exposed glans, full palm strokes shaft. Fantasize her hairy bush. Morning, tiny swim briefs under shorts. Beach sun breaks. She’s oiled on mat, elegant black bikini, pigeon-breasted, red toenails, toned legs, plump mound screaming fur underneath.
The Instant
Cough announces me. Big smile. ‘You came! Use cabin to change.’ Strip right there. Eyes devour my packed briefs – average soft cock, but heavy, hairy balls. Sit close, her perfume pricey. Hand on my thigh climbs. Chat: alone with hubby away? ‘Satisfied couple,’ she lies. Bullshit. My finger traces her bikini edge. Dick hardens. Adjust openly, hand inside, point up. Gland peeks.
‘AurĂ©lie, go shower at apartment, back soon. Lunch after.’ Kid gone. She grabs hand, pulls to cabin. Door shuts. Humid dark. I lunge for kiss. ‘No, too soon. Let me.’ Tugs briefs down. Cock springs free, balls out. Palms them expert, strokes slow. Her hand dives bikini bottom, fingers frigging wet snatch. Bikini top off – tits out. Pulls bottoms aside: thick bush, as dreamed.
Kneels, tongue laps glans like ice cream cone. Silent worship. Pre-cum beads. Her fingers plunge pussy, squelch sounds. Pinches nipples. I’m thrusting shallow. Warn with hand on head. She stands, jerks me firm. Her body convulses orgasm. Aims my spurts at wall. We pant nude.
‘Thanks, so good. Explain later.’ Blocks my caresses. Quick lip brush. Wipes pussy, dresses fancy. I clean dick on her towel. Lunch fancy sole, her treating like mom with kids. Bises goodbye. Job calls. Evening invite: apartment 9pm. Innocence cracked wide. Man now.
