I was drifting out of my sleep. The birds had started singing some time ago. The sun was shining, a soft breeze rustled the bushes around me.
“Seems like another warm day”, I thought and opened my eyes. Maybe I would go to the beach. Nothing to do anyway. No places to be, no people to see.
Ignoring my aching body I got up, checked my few belongings. Not that I wouldn't have woken up, if anyone had tried anything but it was something to do.
With only enough loose change in my pocket for a coffee I walked towards the beach. Even though it was early morning it was already warm. Wiping the sweat from my brow I stopped, took off the old army shirt and the t-shirt. Shortly I pondered if I should roll up the legs of my army pants, decided against it. Leave it for later.
It took me the better part of the morning to get to the beach. As I had expected it was already crowded. I got my coffee and a refill of my water bottle in the bakery, trying to ignore the looks some people gave me. Yes, I was dirty, sweaty and probably smelling. So what?
While I was waiting for my items I scanned the headlines of the papers. And noticed the date.
David's birthday.
I whispered a “Thank you”, took my stuff and left. How could I have forgotten? Without seeing I made my way towards the water and away from the crowds.
Sand under my boots. Shouts in my ear. Loud noises, blinding sun, heat. No!
Slowly I sank down, closed my eyes.
Three things I can hear..... waves... seagulls.... laughter....
“Oh come on, MacDonald, is that all?” David laughed as I bend over, panting. “You bastard.” My chest heaved with my heavy breaths. “Unlike you I have been running already today.”
“Always full of excuses.” He laughed again but came towards me. “Not far now, come on.”
Still panting I followed him along the beach. This early in the year it was nearly empty. Not many tourists, not many schoolchildren.
My tank top clung to my body. My hair was plastered to my forehead. “Your present is at home.”
He just smiled, led me around one of the jetties.
It was a secluded spot. Without further ado he just sat down on the sand. I sat down next to him, looked around.
A long time we just sat there, watching and listening to the sea and the seagulls. From afar laughter drifted over.
David broke the silence. “I don't wanna go to the pub tonight. I want to spend today with you. Or at least the rest of today.”
I nodded. “Sure. But....” I didn't know what to say. Again. Would that ever get better?
“No but.” He turned to me and kissed me. “Just you and me”, he whispered between our lips.
His warm hand touched my thigh, brushed my skin. I shivered. Slowly he let his hand wander, still kissing me. It reached the hem of my shorts, forced it's way in.
Without thinking I spread my legs. David chuckled as he touched my wet slip. “Does running make you horny as well?”
“Fuck off.” I pushed him off me, pushed him over and sat on his lap. “Only if it's the drill instructor who fucks me.” I teased him, rubbed my crotch against his. “Who gets hard the moment he feels my cunt.” I grinned, kissed him. One swift glance around.
No-one there. Moving backwards I freed his semi hard cock licked my lips. “Actually...” I bend over and licked it's head. “I had other plans for tonight....” Again I licked it, tasted his sweat, his own taste, pre-cum... “But....” This pause was longer, while I closed my lips around his cock and sucked gently. “I'm good at improvising...”
He lay back, moaned and enjoyed my mouth and tongue. His cock grew in my moth. With one hand I massaged his balls, not caring now if anyone would see us. Fuck, what had this man done to me?
I had never been like this before.
“Shall I just suck you off and we finish at home, or...?” Trying to sound casually I glanced up to him.
“Depends...”
I closed my eyes, let my tongue explore the veins on his dick. As his hand touched my ponytail I let out a soft moan. Gently he forced me deeper, his dick in my throat.
David must have felt me swallowing because he moaned, pulled my head back.
“Is your cunt as wet as your mouth?” His voice was hoarse with arousal. All I could do was nod.
“Fuck me,” he whispered.
For a short moment I froze. How? Should I just pull my pants down? Or was there another way?
The running shorts had wide legs.... Smiling I got back up towards his lap, pulled the shorts and the slip aside.
As I had known I was wet. There was no other word for it. My pussy lips were swollen, slippery with my juices. I spread them, as I lowered myself on his dick, let out a low moan.
Slowly I started to move, fuck him. His hands rested on my hips, his eyes were open, looking at me. I licked my lips, swallowed hard. The whole world seemed to be just us, his hard dick in my wet cunt, filling me, filling my world.
His fingers dug into my skin, I moved faster, rode him harder. Now he closed his eyes, moaned with pleasure. I bit my lip, concentrated on him, trying to pick up the signs. His fast breathing mixed with the cries of the seagulls, the waves. I felt the sun on my back, the sand on my legs, his hard dick inside me, his hot hands on my hips.
David moaned again, bucked his hips upwards. I gasped. Again. And again. Each thrust harder than the one before. He pressed me down on his lap as he came. Panting, his cock pulsating, shooting his load deep inside me.
I leaned over, my lips close to his ear. “Happy birthday”.
Two thing you can smell... The sea and sweat... but wasn't there the faintest trace of the smell after sex?