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….