Looking around for more customers, I saw a naked couple waving at me from a distance: an old bugger, hung like a horse, with hair everywhere and a big beer belly, and an even older woman with big, saggy boobs. I started walking towards them.
Damn, they’re ugly motherfuckers. I thought to myself. He’s got more hair coming out of his nose and ears than I have pubic hair!
It was a Saturday in July and a God-awful hot day. I was walking along the local nude beach wearing nothing but a baseball cap and carrying a large, heavy cooler full of cold drinks for sale. The sand felt like red-hot coals on my feet.
“Hi there,” I greeted them, trying my best to sound friendly. “What can I get for you?”
“Ya got four cans of beer?” Horse-Dick asked. “Any brand.”
“Sure do; that’ll be an even twenty dollars, bud.”
I completed that sale and continued along the beach, choosing to walk close to the water where the sand was wet and much cooler on my feet. I made several more sales on the latter half of the beach. My cooler was getting mercifully lighter.
At the end of the beach, there was a trail through the trees leading to a secluded beach, much smaller than the main one. In search of more customers, I proceeded along the trail, enjoying the shade from the trees along the way. At about the midpoint of the trail, there is a clearing on the right with several fallen trees.
On that afternoon, the clearing was awash in sunshine, and there was a pretty young blonde woman sunning herself, completely nude. I estimated her age as early to mid-twenties, which would make her ten to fifteen years younger than me. She was sitting on a fallen tree at about chair height and leaning back against a smaller fallen tree just below shoulder height. Her legs were spread wide apart and stretched out in front of her towards the trail, either to absorb maximum sunshine, I speculated, or…perhaps just to show off to passersby on the trail.
She called to me. “Excuse me, are you selling cold drinks?”
I turned towards her, stepping off the trail. “Yes, I am,” I replied. “What would you like?”
Blonde pussy hair, too. I noticed. And nicely trimmed.
“What have you got?”
Legs spread open, pussy looking right up at me, almost smiling at me.
“Ah, sorry, what kind of beer did you say?”
“I asked you what you have available for sale,” she repeated with a hint of impatience.
“Ah, just beer, soft drinks, and…ah.”
Fair skin, no tan at all; beautiful mid-size shapely tits with pink areolas and prominent nipples; and that pussy! inner lips extending through the hair towards me, inviting…
“Excuse me again, I’m up here; see my eyes. You said beer, soft drinks, and what?”
“Ah, bottled beer… no, sorry, water, I mean, bottled water.”
“You’re having difficulty expressing yourself coherently. Are you by any chance distracted by my body, displayed like this? This is a nude beach, you know. This is normal here.”
“No, of course not. Why do you ask?”
“Well, your penis has almost doubled in length just since I called you over, and it’s slowly rising like a loaf of bread in an oven.”
I blushed, tongue-tied, uncertain what to say. She continued:
“What is it exactly that has you so distracted, I wonder, or should we just call it what it is and say ‘aroused’? Could it be my beautiful, young, naked body, from my lovely blonde hair to my perfectly sculpted legs? No? Is it these perky C-cup tits, sunning themselves shamelessly and pointing straight at you with pretty pink nipples glistening with sweat in the sun? No, not that either? Then what is it, old man?”
I failed again to find any words to speak. She went on:
“No need to answer; I know exactly what it is that has you so tongue-tied that you can’t answer a simple question. You haven’t gone ten seconds without staring at my pussy. You’re not very subtle about it. You’re enthralled by my pussy, aren’t you? It has captivated you. You’re unable to think of anything else right now. Am I right?”
“No, Miss. Really, I would never…”
“Would you like to touch it?”
That took me off-guard! All pretense and attempts at denial died instantly.
“Ah, yes… I would like that very much. Yes, please.”
“Go on then. Kneel in front of me and place your hand on it lightly. Feel how incredibly hot it is from sitting in the sun. Feel the softness of my natural blonde hair. Run your fingertips down the slit between my lips. Go on, enjoy it while you can. The invitation expires sooner than you’d like.”
I followed her directions to the letter. Her pussy was every bit as hot as the sand. I slowly moved my hand left and right, up and down. I felt the softness of her pubic hair, and I felt her labia between my fingers. I felt intoxicated and was breathing very deeply. Now that I had been given permission, my eyes looked nowhere else; they were transfixed on her pussy, studying every detail. I had no intention of stopping—until she interrupted my reverie with a question.
“Well, do you like what you’re feeling? Does it please you?”
I looked up into her eyes, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. “Yes, I do…I love it…it feels wonderful.”
“I already know that, and now you know it too. You don’t need to tell me how much you love it; it shows. Your cock is now fully erect and, I would guess, at least 7 inches. I am glad you appreciate its beauty.”
She continued:
“You are obviously very turned on just from touching me like that. If you would like to explore my pussy in more detail, please use your tongue. Your hands are a bit sandy. You may start by kissing it.”
I accepted her offer on the spot and bent down and lightly kissed her pussy. It was moist from sweating under the heat of the sun. I licked her labia from bottom to top a few times and then glanced up at her. Her facial expression revealed neither pleasure nor disapproval, but rather a look of mild superiority.
“I know it’s pleasurable to kiss and lick it,” she said, “but I’m hoping you’ve got more to give. Keep trying, go deeper.”
I continued, kissing every available spot, both bare and hairy, and then licked her labia from bottom to top until I found an opening for more in-depth exploration.
Suddenly, I heard voices from somewhere behind me that could only be people walking along the trail. I panicked and tried to lift my head from its oh-so-pleasant task, but immediately felt a hand holding my head down.
“Stay…right there, old man,” she demanded. “I’m not ashamed of what you’re doing, and I hope you’re not either. And I will also point out, if you stand up now, they will see both your face and your big boner.”
She was right; I kept my head down with my lips not quite touching her pussy and waited, hoping they would pass by quickly and be polite enough to limit themselves to just a quick glance.
“Keep working it like before,” she admonished. “You will look totally stupid just kneeling there, doing nothing, with your face on my pussy. Kiss, kiss, kiss, lick, lick, lick, go!”
Again, she was right. I started to kiss and lick again. I pushed my tongue between her labia, continuing from where I left off.
The voices grew louder behind me; they were now passing the clearing. Just a few more seconds, I thought, and they would be gone. But then, my lovely pussy host lady spoke out loudly, but not to me!
“How are you folks doing? Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
She’s engaging them in fucking conversation!
“It is a lovely day to be at the beach.” A man’s voice replied. “Enjoying the sea, swimming, sunbathing… or even other activities.”
Smart-ass bastard. I thought, as I continued licking pussy.
“You should really get naked to enjoy this beach, though.”
Oh, fucking hell, the two intruders are clothed. I felt even more self-conscious; if that was even possible.
“Yes, we will try that.” A woman’s voice this time. “Well, we won’t keep you. I can see you’re busy. Enjoy your afternoon.”
“No, don’t worry about it. I’m not busy…he is.” My host added with a slight giggle.
Please end this, I thought, but I kept licking and, remarkably, stayed rock hard.
“Well, in that case, I have a question: Have you seen that guy that was walking around selling cold drinks?”
Oh, He’s here, but he’s a bit busy right now, I said to myself as my tongue started to rapidly circle her clit.
“Eeek,” my host squealed. “Yes, I’ve seen… Oooh, I’ve seen him around here.”
Well, I must have hit a sensitive spot. Score one for the cold drink guy.
“OK, thanks. If you see him again, can you tell him we’re looking for him? Have a great day, you two. Bye.”
“Will do. Good day to you as well.”
And with that, they were gone. I raised my head. “Did you need to prolong that conversation?” I asked. “Or even start it in the first place?”
“As I said, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, and I can tell you another thing. Both those people were jealous of your position. The man was big-time jealous. I was half expecting, at any moment, he was going to push you aside and take your place, right in front of his wife, and say ‘Gimme some of that.’”
“And the wife was jealous too; trust me, I could tell. She didn’t want to be in my position; she wanted to be where you are, having a taste for herself. I have a good eye for these things. I see that hungry look in my girlfriend’s face all the time. I don’t know if that man knows that his wife has these feelings or not; that I can’t tell you.”
On that note, I stood up. “Well, I must be going now. I hear there are some people on the trail looking for drinks,” I said dryly.
“You can’t walk down the beach like that,” she said, and to make her point, she pushed the head of my cock down, let it go, and watched it spring back up to point at her. “Go ahead and relieve yourself. I’ll watch to see that nobody is coming. Just don’t point that thing directly at me. Gaze down at my body; I will spread my legs a little wider for you. Go.”
“Or, we could just…”
“Dream on!, Not going to happen. Get to work.”
I turned slightly away from her, looked down at her body, and started stroking.
After about a minute with no results, she grew impatient. “Stop, stop. I will lend a hand. Anything to accelerate this process. Place your right hand on my pussy, where we both know it wants to be.”
She grabbed my cock with her right hand and started stroking it as my eyes gazed at her tits. I only lasted about five strokes before a line of cum shot over the fallen tree into the bushes beyond, immediately followed by a second shot and then a third, smaller one that failed to clear the tree.
“Yikes! Did I inspire all that?” She asked. “The power of the pussy is strong today.”
“Now, I believe you said there were people on the trail needing drinks. Don’t let me delay you any further.”
I put the shoulder strap of my cooler over my head and prepared to walk back to the main beach.
“Goodbye,” I said. “I’m Simon, by the way.”
“Goodbye, Simon,” she replied. “I’m the girl with the beautiful pussy,” she added in a condescending tone.
As I walked back along the trail to the main beach, I realized that I had not sold her any drinks.
Too late now, a missed opportunity.
Nearing the entrance to the trail, I passed old Horse-Dick, heading up the trail alone, beer belly preceding him by a foot or more, firehose of a cock bouncing from one kneecap to the other, bushy grey nose and ear hairs on full alert.
He’s going to have a pleasant surprise ahead, I thought. But I’m not sure about my new lesbian friend with the pretty pussy; it could be a frightening sight.
