One of the things that sold me on my house was the outdoor shower in the front yard, screened with wooden slats. It’s a short walk to my front deck and into the house. It’s an excellent spot to finish my morning run or a trip to the beach, which is a short three hundred metres walk away, the other thing that sold me on the place.
Admittedly the town is quiet. That’s the attraction. It still has a cafe, a small tavern, a store and, best of all, the beach. There are a few holiday homes people spend summer and weekends in and a few people like me who live here year-round.
I work remotely, and aside from the odd Zoom meeting, my work hours are very flexible. I can hit the beach when the weather is good or entertain a lady.
I’d just finished my shower one morning after a run. The sun was out but wasn’t too warm. I grabbed a towel and dried off, draped the towel over my shoulder and walked over to my front deck. The spot I live in is pretty quiet so it’s safe enough to wander through my front yard naked. If someone comes past, so what. It pays to advertise. Right?
I was surprised when I stepped onto my deck to find a tall, lithe brunette woman standing at my glass sliding doors. She wore one of those beach dresses you put over your bathers and white bikinis with minimal material and maximum interest.
She turned around as she heard the wooden step of the deck creak and smiled.
“Hi, we met at the beach yesterday. You said to come over for coffee sometime. I didn’t see you at the beach this morning. I hope you don’t mind?”
“Not at all. Come on in, Carly, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, and you were Jack?”
“That’s right. Let me get some shorts on. Then I’ll make us a coffee.”
“Oh yes, that would be great. The coffee, I mean. Oh, the shorts too. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
I smiled as I opened the door and waved her through. She’d been checking out my cock. I was more than happy to give her a good look at it. I’m quite proud of its size and my body in general.
“So I’ll just go and put some shorts on.”
“Um, okay…”
I detected a hint of disappointment in her voice as I walked to the master bedroom. I put on some clean gym shorts and walked back to the kitchen. They would come off easy enough if needed.
I started the coffee machine. Carly sat on a stool on the other side of my island bench.
“So, are you in town for long?” I asked her.
“I’ve got to go back to the city tonight, but I’m back on Wednesday. I’m staying with a friend here just seeing if I like it for a permanent home.”
“It’s a great spot. I love it,” I said. I passed her a cup of coffee, taking my time to admire her beauty.
“I like it too, but I’m worried it might be quiet.”
“It’s part of the charm.”
“Do you get lonely?”
“Not at all. I quite regularly find beautiful women popping in for coffee.”
She smiled and touched her hair in a way that told me she was there for more than just coffee.
“Just coffee?”
“There are other things available,” I teased.
“I saw that when I arrived, but you stopped the show.”
“Would you like to see it again?”
“Not just see it.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
I walked around the bench, taking my shorts down as I moved, my cock hardening as I got closer.
Carly stood up as I grabbed her to kiss her. She immediately wrapped her hand around my cock, squeezing and pumping it.
I ran my hands all over her, teasing her breasts and thighs as she pumped her hand faster.
“Put your fingers in me,” she begged.
I moved my hands straight to where her white bathers barely covered her pussy and rubbed two fingers on her clit through the white cloth.
“Ohhh yes,” she encouraged as I rubbed faster. She let go of my cock to pull her bathers down over her hips. I put my middle finger deep into her pussy. I moved it in and out slowly, enjoying how wet she was.
“Faster.”
I sped up and knew I had it right when she grabbed my biceps and dug her nails in, her breath catching as she came.
“Sit down over there,” Carly directed me to the couch with some urgency.
I sat down. She sat on my lap, facing me. She ground on my legs for a minute while we kissed. Occasionally pushing herself forward to grind my cock.
“You like that?” She asked me.
“Uhuh,” was all I could reply.
“How about this?”
She raised herself and positioned her pussy over my waiting, willing cock. In one quick motion, she dropped down onto me. We both gasped. I took hold of her arse as she started to bounce up and down on my cock.
“Fuck, yes,” I replied.
Our bodies were a blur. All I could hear were our moans and the sound of her arse slapping on my thighs.
“Come on,” she yelled.
She closed her eyes and dug her nails into my shoulders. I couldn’t hold back.
“I’m coming,” I yelled.
She just nodded and convulsed. My cock filled her and she kept fucking. I spurted again and she slowed down. Still shaking and shivering from her orgasm. We kissed. This time slowly. There was no urgency now.
“You’re still hard.”
“Because you’re so hot and still fucking me,” I replied.
“Can you come again?”
“Yes, how about you?”
“If I come again like that, I’ll need an ambulance. Let me see your enjoyment. I was busy with my own last time.”
I smiled then we kissed again. She rocked back and forth and then squeezed my nipples. Pleased with my reaction, she tightened her grip. Her grinding hips went to work; I knew wouldn’t last.
I pulled her into me tightly. She grabbed my hair, pulling my face up.
“Let me see your cum face.”
My hands gripped her hips as I grunted as I came again. She let out a tiny squeak and smiled at me.
“Mmmm, that was nice,” she told me.
“Yes, it was,” I replied, “I’m already looking forward to next time.”
“I love a man with stamina, but I have to get moving. Can I come and see you Wednesday?”
“Any time you like.”
She kissed me again and then stood up. Picking up the bottoms from her bathers and lowering her beach dress to cover her nakedness.
“Next time, I might have time to get all my kit off,” she laughed.
I watched her go out the front door and couldn’t believe how good living by the beach was.
