On the beach

[DarrelDevon]

Originally writed in italian.

Finally alone!
After searching high and low along the coast, I finally found a small isolated beach, a little cove among the rocks, hidden from prying eyes, with a bit of shade – and since the day was quite muggy it would have been a godsend – so I decided I would settle here.
I stripped and remained completely naked, as I liked it. I decided to take a swim and swam a bit just to stretch my arms and legs. The coolness of the Mediterranean repaid me for the hours spent searching for coves and beaches to rest a little after a night of work.
I thought of my colleagues on the day shift, the paperwork I'd had to fill out, the foreman obsessed with the hurry to close the construction site, and the more I thought about it the more I enjoyed knowing he was at home dying from the heat while I was savouring this beautiful moment of coolness.
Ah. I stayed about ten minutes in the water when a light breeze rose that gave me more than a few shivers, and I decided it was time to go roast in the sun, listen to some good music – I'd prepared the Dire Straits discography on my phone – and then do a couple of crosswords to relax my mind a bit.
I got out of the water and lay down on the emerald-green beach towel. The sun peeked out between two large rock spires and warmed me just enough. I put on sunscreen and got ready to listen to my playlist. The music filled the silence of the little bay and my thoughts wandered – I couldn't say exactly why – to a girl I'd met at a disco party organised on a famous beach on the western Ligurian Riviera. Nothing special: three friends, a Spritz with snacks, and lots of people chatting and having fun. She was a blonde, maybe foreign, with a nice body covered by a yellow-ochre outfit that left her shoulders bare and a really very short miniskirt. In short, there wasn't much left to the imagination because everything was on full display.
We bet on whether she was wearing panties or not. I said no because I couldn't see the unmistakable outline of a thong under a miniskirt that wrapped two firm, screaming-hot ass cheeks. We had a lot of laughs and all remained in doubt because she left after about half an hour in the company of a big guy who, if he'd heard how we were talking about his girl, would have really fucked us up.
I tried to drive that image out of my head, but there was someone who didn't want to.
I immediately realised my cock didn't want to play along and was bursting into a vigorous, showy erection. I turned to check that no one could really see me and masturbated gently at the thought of the panty-less blonde naked right in front of me; still, it felt as if someone was watching me from who-knows-where. When I came, that thought disappeared. I headed for the sea to rinse off and clean up a bit. When I looked up I saw a small pleasure boat mooring a few dozen metres in front of me.
"Fuck," I thought. "Hope they didn't catch me while I was jerking off." But then I figured there was nothing wrong with it and, after cleaning the cum off myself, I went back to the shore and lay down again on the beach towel. The soft music of the Dire Straits combined with the tiredness from work made it easy for the god Morpheus to drag me into the world of dreams. So I fell asleep.
I don't know what woke me, but when I opened my eyes I saw in front of me a mature woman, about forty, with a body so statuesque and sculpted that next to her Michelangelo's David looked like a poor out-of-shape fatso. She had her hands on her hips, one leg slightly bent forward, but that didn't hide a completely shaved pussy. Instinctively I looked toward the boat that was still anchored offshore. She had shoulders almost as broad as mine, but a waist so narrow I could have circled it with both hands. And her abs were so defined they looked drawn with a pencil.
The woman spoke to me in a low, sensual voice. "Yes, that's my little boat. I saw you while you were having fun and thought it would be nice to have fun together. What do you think?"
While she spoke I couldn't take my eyes off her incredibly muscular body and the veins running along her arms. She noticed and started flexing her muscles, and while showing what must have been years of pumping iron in the gym and destroying herself with weights she kept talking to me.
"Do you like what you see?" A mocking smile appeared on her full lips, beautiful even without lipstick. "I like it a lot. I spent years building this body. Bodybuilding – I hope you know what I'm talking about."
"No," was all I managed to stammer.
She smiled, amused, and kept moving, contracting or stretching her muscles.
"I pumped a bit before swimming ashore to check if what I'd seen was true. And I have to admit I didn't think you had a cock like that." She crouched and stared at my dick which, without me realising it, had become turgid and hard as steel. It was so hard it almost hurt; I was convinced something was going to tear.
"Oh, you've really got a nice cock."
Her long raven hair, smooth and wet, fell over her shoulders. With a decisive movement she swept it behind her back and began lightly brushing the swollen cock with her long, perfectly manicured nails. I could have stopped her. But I didn't want to. For the first time in my life someone was taking me without asking permission, and that turned me on more than anything else.
"I'm back from a world championship where I came third. I'm a bit pissed because that slut who won must have been fucking the head judge for ages, but it was my first international contest and I was the hottest and the most ripped on that fucking stage. Don't you think?"
I didn't know what to say. I'd never seen a bodybuilding competition and I didn't particularly like muscular women. But her. She had something in her eyes – maybe the scent of sex coming out of the pores of her tanned, taut skin, the power her muscles radiated. I felt she wanted me, or rather him – my companion for evenings and nights of casual sex.
"You know, I started lifting weights after my husband left me for a younger one. I wanted to get so big that no one would dare look at me as an object anymore."
It was as if she understood both my embarrassment and my desire for a new experience. She did something I'd been hoping for: she took it in her mouth and sucked. She sucked for a long time, massaging my balls. Then she slipped a finger into my asshole and started massaging my prostate. She worked it so well that I felt my cock come without shooting. The hot cum slowly oozed from the foreskin and I stiffened for several seconds until it was all over.
Or so I thought.
"You lasted longer than I expected. Good boy! Now let's get serious."
She put her hands on my hips and with one thrust lifted me up without much effort. She put her hands on my cock again and it immediately sprang back to life, becoming a steel bar. She rested it on her abs and began contracting her belly, sliding the still-wet cock over the defined muscles of her abdomen. The sensation was so good I almost came again.
She stopped it by pulling away and, lying down on the beach towel, invited me to push my tool inside her. I didn't hold back and started pumping hard into her cunt. While I thrust I felt the muscles of her vagina clenching in time with my strokes, multiplying my pleasure. I grabbed her legs and pressed them together over my chest. Her pussy tightened and I fucked even harder. She moaned with pleasure for a long time; I felt her cunt getting wetter and wetter without ever stopping, then she came with a scream, almost a howl, so loud I was afraid someone might have heard her.
After she came she grabbed me again, put me up against a rock and started riding me, climbing with her legs on the stones and showing incredible strength and agility.
"Oh yes. Your cock is really huge and hard. I can feel it throbbing inside me. I'm your inflatable doll. Come, you dirty pig. COME!"
And so it happened. I pulled my cock out of her vagina and shot all over her chest, where two large fake tits filled with my cum.
Satisfied, she got up and headed for the sea.
I stood up and said a few words. "Will I see you again?"
She turned and answered with a mocking smile: "I don't think so. You were fun, but I never stop. Tomorrow I'll already be in another city, another contest, another man."
Something snapped inside me. I don't know if it was the humiliation or the desire not to be forgotten, but I jumped up, reached her, grabbed an arm – an arm hard as granite – and forced her to turn around.
"Listen carefully," I said in a voice I didn't know I had. "I don't want to be a memory. You said no one can keep up with you. Then get ready, because I'm the first one who's not afraid of you."
She looked at me for a long time. Her black eyes seemed to want to pierce me. Then, slowly, she smiled. But it wasn't a tender smile. It was the smile of someone who has just found a new toy.
"Royal Hotel. Until tomorrow evening. If you show up, maybe I'll make you my personal stallion. If you don't show up..." (she came closer, her lips brushing my ear) "...I'll track you down. And it won't be pleasant."
She moved away, dived into the sea and swam toward the boat with powerful strokes, never looking back.
I stayed there, heart hammering, cock still hard.
I wouldn't disappoint her.
NEVER.

[DarrelDevon]

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