Palm trees dotted the beach area providing some shade while out on the brilliant white sand lay about 25-30 people bronzing and soaking in the Vitamin D.
Strolling past the volleyball court, Macy made quite an impression on the young men lusting for her body. She took the opportune moment to bend over, nearly double and pull off her high heels. Peter joined the men around the court who all blatantly locked eyes on that upturned ass as seven sets of eyes imagined fucking her doggy style.
Peter clearly beamed with pride that his stunning bride garnered so much attention from men 10-15 years younger than her. Most of the players worked at the resort, but being a Monday, it was their day off and so it was a day to scope out the babes, catch some rays and party. They all looked to be having a good time and certainly got a full look at Macy's succulent ass as she walked into the fine white sand. Peter just laughed to himself as he thought, "Oh yeah boys, go ahead and look, but don't forget whose big cock she's going to be dancing on tonight."
Shortly after they passed, John was so mesmerized by the sexy blonde that one of the opposing players spiked a ball striking him on the back of his head and planting John on the sand.
Bruised ego in tow, John excused himself from the game, got something cold to drink and plopped into a beach chair to sort out the cobwebs. Surveying the beach, his eyes alighted on many svelte, sexy women: a dark haired tall one with pert tits and long, shapely legs; a black woman with curly hair and an hour-glass body sporting a meaty ass and pendulous breasts; and a deeply tanned redhead who ...
Oh my! She was topless! Just as quickly John realized there were other women showing off their beautiful tits. As he looked further to the right, a couple moved their chairs into the shade of a palm cluster and sat only 10 yards for him. She wore string thong that left her ass totally exposed, and the small top just covered the nipples on her full breasts. She looked vaguely familiar, but then John realized she was the same hot blonde who was on his flight a couple days ago!
He kept shooting glances as the couple spoke to each other. The man seemed to be encouraging her and trying to psyche her up, while the lady hesitated. Finally, she loosed a carefree laugh and reached behind to her back. John wished he was the man seated beside her, because he saw her pull the string and release the bow that held her top in place. Two engorged nipples atop her luscious 36DD breasts stood forth, as if proudly proclaiming, "Look at my awesome tits!" Macy turned to recline in her beach chair and John thanked his lucky stars for taking that spike off his noggin then choosing to sit where he was.
Naturally, he couldn't help but stare at her firm breasts. His mind entertained thoughts of licking and kissing his way all over those beautiful orbs and fastening onto her firm, delicious nipples.
John's cock was stiff now with need, and he felt that burning sensation that he learned was called blue balls. Friends said getting laid was the only cure, though up till now he had managed to discipline himself against seeking a quick fuck. Now though, he had to get some, somehow and soon!
"Hey Babe, how about walking up to the cabana to get us a couple margaritas," said Peter.
Macy said OK and reached for her top, but Peter held onto it and told her she would be fine. "Besides you look so sexy I bet every man and woman wants to do you as soon as they see you."
She giggled at the thought of it and felt her pussy flood with arousal. As she got up and stretched, careful to take her time and give her husband an eyeful. "I'll be right back," she said, and felt a shiver race down her spine as she exulted in the gentle breezes caressing her exposed tits. They were free to whatever the weather produced ... and more importantly to the eyes of everyone else on the beach.
She only took a few steps when she found herself in front of the young man from the flight. Reduced to the baggy shorts and a bare, tan chest, he looked even more delicious as her mind considered what an experienced woman such as herself could do with such a young hunk.
Who knows how experienced he was, for all she knew he might appreciate a few pointers. Looking down at her breasts she saw two pointers that would definitely gain his appreciation. And, she fell to musing of the possibilities of a teacher-pupil relationship.
"Mmmm! I'd love to acquaint him with female sexual response and all the special places a woman needs a man's attention," she whispered to herself.
All that in a split second and as she turned to look at where she was going she smiled at him and winked. Judging by the shocked look on his face and the way his jaw hung slack, she knew he got the message.
John's mind played back the heavenly vision that just passed before his eyes. Breasts swaying, hips alternately giving him a peak at her thong covered pussy, then in the next stride, hidden by a golden brown thigh. Older yes, she had him by a few years, but she definitely looked to be in her prime. Then she glanced at him, smiled and winked; he was sure his heart skipped a beat. If blood wasn't filling that chamber, it was certainly filling his cock as he felt the largest, stiffest erection he'd ever had.
As she continued on toward the bar, John's attention was locked onto the sway of her sexy backside.
Oh! What an ass! He was mesmerized by its rhythm as it swung from side to side. Definitely an ass, not what some of the guys called a butt. This one was nicely rounded, yet firm and well defined -- he imagined holding those sexy cheeks in his hands as his face pressed between her thighs and began nuzzling underneath that skimpy panel of fabric. Surely the treasure it guarded was special and something ... a man could ...
"She's fuckin' hot isn't she?" Peter said as he handed John a beer. "Hey, I don't have much time, Macy will be coming back with drinks before too long. FYI to you: Macy wants to fuck a young man, and teach him about sex and making love to a woman. I'd think you probably have as good a chance as anyone, but let her pursue you. That's the key, don't let on you know what's happening, let her go for the seduction. I guarantee you it will be worth the wait. She'll let me know in time, but I don't want to spoil it for either of you. In fact, I want you to know it's cool with me as long as I get to watch you fuck her. Shit, I might even be your wingman and tag-team her if you want to go three-way at some point. OK, I got to get back, nice meeting you ... by the way, I'm Peter."
John didn't even have time to reply, and he wasn't even sure he could have uttered anything intelligible. Suddenly it appeared as if every young man's sexual fantasy was about to come true for him.
Macy felt as if she was reborn and becoming more aware of her sexuality and hunger as she eyed and smiled at the gorgeous male and female bodies that seemed to carpet this portion of the beach. She had her sunglasses on, both to protect her pale blue eyes, while also giving her some privacy to ogle the succulent flesh she passed.
Walking up to the bar, she was delighted to see a bartender practically ignore other patrons in his haste to wait on (leer at?) her. Like John, he was a young man and looked quite sexy. Blonde hair, blue eyes, probably about 6' 5" and a body that showed he knew what the weight room was for. She played up to his interest, not that she was really all that interested herself, but hey, if she could save a few bucks on drinks ... why not? She noticed a few other topless women there, some with perky tits, some slightly sagging, most bronzed from being at the resort for a while. She basked in the realization that none were blessed to the extent she was. And, no doctor augmented her resources, these honeys were all natural.
Perhaps in time Mother Nature would need a bit of a lift, but for now her tits jutted out in all their firm glory. She was even pleased with the still distinct tan lines though those would disappear completely in the coming days. She was resolute that whenever possible she would show off her tits and relish the continuous surge of arousal that made a beeline to her clitoris.
"Here's your drinks, there's a special today ... uhm ...," said Chuck, the Adonis bartender.
"Macy, sweetie," she replied with a wink. "What's the special?"
"Well, you are, and these are on the house," he croaked, lust obviously building wi
thin.
She gave him her sweetest smile and said she intended to see more of him and let her eyes wander down to his crotch. She really had no intention of fucking him, but he didn't have to know that. As she turned to go, she noticed the drinks cost $7 apiece. She returned the favor and tipped him $5, "consider that a down payment."
She tilted her head to the side a bit in a way that drove men crazy, smiled and gave him the eye as she turned to walk back.
Passing by John the second time she looked directly into his eyes and giggled a little.
"You'd best get you something cool to drink young man, you look as if you're about to overheat."
John couldn't argue with that, "must be the scenery ... does it to me every time..."
She just laughed and winked again before continuing on to her husband. John heard a few words pass between them, nothing distinct, but it seemed Peter needed some relief from watching his wife parade by a bunch of hot young studs. Soon the talking stopped and the two became more engrossed in each other kissing and fondling each others' bodies.
"Oh Peter, I want you inside of me, please baby," Macy whispered out, her eyes glazing over with desire to be stuffed full of cock. Peter looked around but didn't see anything that offered any seclusion. It was one thing to watch her walk around nearly naked, but he didn't want to push their luck that fucking in a public place would get them thrown off the resort property. So, he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the surf.
His cock felt so wonderfully stiff as he ran into the water, the warmth of which served as a prelude the the steamy cunt he would soon feel sliding over his prick.
John watched as Peter and Macy hopped and skipped over the small waves, her ass looking so arousing as together they splashed into the foamy ocean striding purposely to deeper water then ending in an embrace. Passion took a hold of them as the waist deep water hid Peter's hand pulling the wispy material away from Macy's cunt. Up on the beach, John couldn't be sure but ... no he thought not right there in front of him ... the thought had him aroused.
The thought was confirmed when Macy impaled herself on Peter's rod and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Fuck me hard Peter, c'mon plow that piece of steel inside my steamy core!" she implored him.
Macy loved how good Peter's cock felt sliding into her hot box. With the ocean partially supporting her weight, they established a good rhythm. He looked out to sea so Macy could face the beach, Peter was hoping John was watching and wondered if Macy had made eye contact.
Yes, John was watching, and doing so was boiling his blood!
John felt a sudden urge to masturbate unlike any other time in his life, and yet, here he was in this public place where the last thing he was able to do is get his rocks off. He could just imagine being called into his supervisor's office and told he was fired after only a couple days on the job. So instead he intently watched the couple fucking in the ocean then noticed Peter turn slightly so Macy was looking over his shoulder -- and right into his eyes!
"Ahhhhhhh, oh YESSSS, mmmm! OH, I love fucking you Peter, I love riding your cock," she said, keeping her voice down so she didn't broadcast to anyone within 100 yards. Even so, she hoped the young man either could hear her or see what she was doing. Realizing he was staring directly at her got her even more worked up and she felt an orgasm surging to the surface.
"Oh, oooo, ah, Macy you pussy is so fucking hot! Uhhmmmm! I'm getting close, mmm, keep riding me fuck me hard, mmm Ah!! Oh yes ... I feel it ..."
Peter was on his way to heaven, John on his way to get that cool drink.
Moments before a different sort of "tidal surge," she too felt his wonderful cock expand in her cunt. Opening her mouth wide, she felt the first waves of orgasm roll over her and sweep through her body. The combination of the young man staring at her, realizing others might be staring at them too and the novelty of fucking in the ocean only intensified the orgasmic storm unleashing itself on her body and senses. She smiled her best "God, I'm getting FUCKED by a cock that feels like it's coming out my mouth" smile as she heard Peter announce his eruption.
"Hah, Hah, Hah, Haaaa, WHOO, WHOO! I----- OH FUCK, YEAH, oh God I'm cummmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggggggg!!!" Peter really didn't care if anyone heard him or not. For one thing, he wasn't looking at the people and for another, his was blasting his cum deep into the sexiest woman on the beach that day, perhaps ever.
Her velvet glove milked every last drop of sperm as he felt like he'd blown enough cum to coat the insides of her love nest with a thick covering of goo ... And then ... the afterglow ... they ... settled into each other arms ... breathing slowing ... kissing, soft and sharing, still rocking together as Peter's cock gradually diminished ... eventually separating from her.
They rearranged their suits and walked back up onto the beach arm in arm. A few other couples had noticed them: Peter got a sexy smile from a redhead who blew him a kiss, but his thoughts were on John ... as were Macy's.
Getting back to their towels Macy offered to go get drinks again, and Peter thought that a great idea. He plopped into the sand and felt suddenly sleepy.
"Think I'll take a snooze while you're gone," he told her, hoping that would inspire her to introduce herself to the young man.
Macy's legs felt a little rubbery as she headed for the bar. It was a feeling she always liked about sex, how Peter would slam his cock into her and she'd either have her legs up over his shoulders or splayed wide to accommodate as much of his big cock as he could stuff inside her. After orgasm, she would feel weak like she just wanted to curl up and pass out. Course today only exacerbated that feeling as she trudged over the sand.
Passing by the young man's chair, she noted his absence and wondered if he left for the day. Even as she contemplated his hot young body, an equally strong desire suggested she turn around and curl up beside her husband. However, having a hot body and being the center of attention had its advantages. As she continued to walk across the warm sand, her nipples now erect from her recently fucking practically announced her to all she passed. Several individuals, both men and women, winked at her and asked how the water was. She smiled right back and told them something to the effect of, "Oh! It was the best!" and such, arching her back and stretching like a bitch in heat, furthering thrusting her plentiful chest out for their scrutiny. Right about now she felt as though she could fuck every man on the beach and a few of the women too.
But that young man? She scanned the beach, just to be sure looking for those broad shoulders and jet colored hair ... Hot damn! She saw him seated at the bar looking in another direction. She decided to sneak up on him and make her introduction. Her timing was impeccable as she slid behind him just as he returned his gaze toward the beach.
"I wonder where she's at now ...," John said, completely unaware of anything going on around him.
At that moment, Macy put her arm over John's shoulders and pressed one of her breasts into him muscular biceps.
"Looking for someone?" she asked coyly.
John turned in his chair causing Macy to slip off balance for a moment and fall toward him. His strong hands caught her just below her breasts and the silky soft feel of her flesh caused his cock to leap in his baggy shorts.
"Oh ... hi ... I'm ... s, s-sorry, I didn't mean to make you fall," he said, all the while staring at her gorgeous mounds, then almost looking her in the eye.
"I don't believe we've met, but I know I saw you on the flight down here," said Macy, who felt suddenly hot and sweaty at the touch of his soft but strong hands. "I'm Macy ... and, thanks for keeping me from falling."
She smiled at him, and John regained a bit of his composure, returning her smile with his own, one she noted would melt many a woman's heart if it hadn't done so already.
"So, you here on vacation?" she asked, expecting a safe and simple yes.
"No, I just started working here -- I work on the golf course and also teach sailing," he replied, fantasizing of getting her out on one of the two-perso
n sailing rigs.
"Really? How wonderful! I've always wanted to learn how to sail ... isn't it hard, and don't you have to have strong arms?" she innocently asked as her hand felt up and down his bicep.
John had offered up his chair to her, but she declined. She found it easier to maintain contact with his sexy arms, as her breast was again pressed into his triceps and her stiff nipple sent little shocks through her system stirring her arousal.
"No, it isn't hard (though I AM he thought), and I'd be glad to teach you, that is, if your boyfriend is OK with that," he said, not wanting to move and break contact with her.
"Oh, I should think Peter would be delighted. He was going to play golf tomorrow and wasn't sure what to do with me (she lied, she knew it wouldn't be hard to convince him whether he played golf or not)," she replied excitedly. "C'mon, I'll introduce you to him and ask him."
Macy bought three Long Island Ice Teas, handed two to John and set off back to her husband. John walked behind at first gazing intently at her ass, until she stopped, smiled as if she didn't know he was lusting for her and said, "How rude of me to not walk with you, I should steer you so you know where to go."
With that she hooked her arm inside his again coming in contact with his hard, young body and stirring her desire yet again.
"Peter dear! I found a nice young man to help me carry drinks," she called out.
Having watched them approach, though feigning sleep, he did his best to look as if he were just waking even though he'd been watching them the whole way over and getting excited at the prospect of his wife seducing this young man. Stretching, he got to his feet and acted as if he never met John before.
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