When the tourists were gone, the island and its permanent residents went into winter mode. Everything slowed down, bars closed, restaurants are boarded up, and the streets were quiet. It’s a bit of a ghost town everywhere you go.
Me, I dedicated this time to take care of my feet. Might sound strange but when you worked standing up for nine to ten hours a day for six months, trust me, they need some hard-earned love and care. What I did was at almost the same time every day I go down to the beach close to where I live.
On my way there I usually meet up with neighbors walking their dogs or just out for a bit of fresh air. A quick chat, catching up and then I continue. It’s a short walk, past a swingers club and a whore house, yes we have those on the island and no, I haven’t been there. When I reach the beach I take off my shoes and roll up my jeans. Then I take that first step and my foot touches the sand. If it’s a warm day, the sand is warm but on this day it was clouded so it was damp and cold.
Doesn’t matter, my feet love it and if they could they would scream with pleasure and jump up and down. I walk down to the edge of the water where I stay, letting the little waves wash over my feet and cleanse them with its salt while the sand does wonders to the skin. At this point, I pull a beer can out of my pocket and pop it. After a few sips, I light a cigarette and just stand there while my feet soak in the cold water. It’s heaven.
Since I did this every day I saw the same people doing their thing at the same time. Among the old ladies walking their pocket dogs and men fishing or just out walking there was a girl jogging. Always in the same outfit; black tights and a green sweatshirt and headphones, the big ones that we all used thirty years ago before the earbuds came on the market. She was a pretty girl with black hair, an upturned nose, and a wide mouth. Age wise, she’s anywhere from seventeen to twenty-one, it’s hard to tell since I never speak to her, just watch her run by me from a distance of maybe twenty yards. She nods, she always does and I nod back.
I finished my beer and my cigarette, then I walked back to where I left my shoes and socks and after cleaning my feet I put them back on. At this point the girl came back, she runs to a point and then turns back even though I am sure she could run around back to where ever she lives.
On this day, she stopped when she reached me.
“Hey, I always see you bathing your feet and drinking beer. You need to exercise,” she said.
I was surprised that she even spoke to me, and even more so in English. She had a Spanish accent so I answered her in her language.
“Yeah, it’s a thing I do, but I’m not much for exercising. Maybe I’m lazy.”
She laughed and then pointed to my pouch of a stomach. “Yes, you are. A man your age doesn’t have to look like that.”
At forty-five I was a bit overweight, but not too much, at least that’s what I thought. “True, but I like my wine and food. There isn’t much else to do on the island.”
She was jogging in one place and spoke without huffing or puffing. She must be in great shape I thought. “Still, you need to lose some of that. At least if you want to meet a woman.”
I laughed. “How did you know I was single.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I have seen you for weeks all alone, not even a dog with you.”
“Busted, yes, I’m single but not due to me being overweight, it’s a choice I made.”
“Really? I thought most people wanted to be with someone, at least I want to meet a nice man.”
“Excuse me, but how old are you?”
“Nineteen, and my name is Maria.” she put out her hand which I shook.
“I’m Paul, nice to meet you. A young girl like you should have no trouble meeting a guy.”
Still jogging in place, she sighed. “You know what this island is like, everyone knows everyone and the people of my age all date around with each other, and I don’t like it.”
I got up and when I was standing I realized she was much shorter than I had thought. I’m not a tall guy but this girl was tiny. “Well, it was nice meeting you Maria but I got to go.”
She looked up at me. “Okay, but let’s meet here tomorrow at the same time. Bring jogging shoes and clothes. I’ll get you in shape.”
I wasn’t really into jogging but the thought of having the company with the pretty teen made my caveman DNA work over time. “Sure.”
And off she went, I watched her for a moment. Ass bouncing nicely for every step. I hadn’t been able to get an idea of how her boobs where due to the sweater but who cared, she was young and hot, and I was a man who hadn’t had sex in a very long time.
The following day I dug out an old pair of sports shoes. They weren’t for running but it was the only pair I had. It was a sunny and warm day, warm in the winter is around twenty Celsius so I put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.
When I arrived at the beach Maria was waiting for me. She was stretching and warming up. This day she didn’t wear her headphones.
“Hi,” I said.
“Oh, look at you, all ready and dressed for success.”
I smiled. “Be gentle with me. I am out of shape.”
She smacked my stomach. “By the end of April, you will be in a good shape.”
Fuck, I thought. That was three months away. The good thing was that she obviously planned to hang out for that long.
“Okay, where are we going?” I asked.
“Follow me.”
She set off at a slow pace that I could actually follow. We ran across the sand and up over the rocks and then along the coast. It was treacherous due to loose stones and holes in the trail we ran on. I almost fell a few times but kept up with Maria. After about twenty minutes I was dead, couldn’t move my feet an inch even if my life depended on it. The beer and smokes made me gasp for breath.
“Wanna take a break?” she asked.
“Yes please.”
We were close to the water, on a rocky part of the coast. I sat down on a large boulder and looked out over the calm sea.
“It’s pretty here,” she said and sat down next to me.
“It sure is, I love the view and the sound of the water lapping the rocks.”
We were quiet, sharing the moment together and it was nice. It’s not many people you can be quiet with and feel comfortable, but with Maria, I could.
“Let’s swim,” she suddenly said.
“Are you nuts? The water is freezing this time of year.”
“Pussy!”
She got up and before I had a chance to stop her she was tearing off her clothes while walking to the edge. With one final look at me, she dove naked into the sea. I ran up to where she had gone in expecting to find her shivering below me. Instead, she was swimming with strong strokes away from the coast.
“Hey, come back, it’s not safe!” I called.
She must have heard me because she stopped and then waved at me. “Come in, it’s great.”
“No way. Get back here, it’s too cold for swimming, you crazy girl.”
She laughed and swam back. I watched how she got out of the water and when she stood next to me I put my hands on her shoulders. She was shivering with cold and had blue lips. I put my arms around her to warm her up while rubbing her back.
“C’mon, let’s get you dry.”
We went back and on the way, she collected her clothes. Each time she bent over I got a glimpse of her shaved pussy from behind. My cock stirred in my shorts and it was hard to not stare at her. She had a thin body, with a tight little ass. Her boobs were small, with dark brown nipples which were hard from the cold.
While she got dressed I lit a cigarette and she gave me a stern look. “Those, are why you can’t keep up with me, Paul.”
I felt guilty and threw it away. “Sorry, you are right.”
All dressed and with her shoes on she took off again and I followed. My brain was racing, why had she let me see here naked, was it a way to flirt with me or was she just one of those women who didn’t give a shit?
When we arrived back to the beach my legs felt like overcooked spaghetti and my breathing was harsh. I bent over trying to get more oxygen.
“Well done, Paul. You made it back in one peace. Tomorrow at the same time?”
I slowly raised my body and looked down at her smiling face. “You are killing me. I don’t know if I can make it.”
“Of course you can. If not for the exercise, at least you get to see a pretty naked girl. Ciao!”
And she ran off. I stood still observing her go. Faster than before and it made me tired just watching her. She was right though; I would be back the next day.
“So, today I figured we should do some exercises, like stretching.”
Maria had two yoga mats rolled up under each arm. She handed me one. I was glad more running wasn’t on the table because my legs hurt something fierce.
We walked to the place where she had jumped into the water. She found a flat surface and put down her mat and unrolled it. I did the same.
“Okay, follow me,” she said.
She knelt and then stretched her arms above her head. Then slowly she leaned backward until her hands touched the mattress behind her. There was no way I could do it but I did my best, almost falling to my side. Then she went the opposite direction until her hands lay flat in front of her end her ass was high in the air.
“It’s okay if you want to look.”
“What?” I said and turned my head away from her ass.
“I know you are looking at me, and it’s okay. I don’t mind it.”
“Right.”
She changed position and I followed. This time she went down on one knee with her other leg stretched out behind her. Slowly rocking up and down. My cock came alive. The perfect curve of her ass cheeks with her shapely leg behind her was just too much.
“Maria, I’m sorry but I’m going to be brutally honest with you.”
Without looking at me she answered, “That’s the only way to be.”
“You are a very sexy young woman and it’s hard for me to concentrate.”
“That’s okay, you are a man and men get turned on by young girls, right?”
“Yes, we do.”
She changed position so her other leg was stretched out behind her. “Do you want to fuck me?”
There was a silence, and not the comfortable one, at least not for me. I figured she wanted an honest answer. “Yes, I do, very much so in fact.”
She sat down cross-legged on the mat facing me. Then she pulled up her green sweater relieving her boobs and that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Good, I want you to fuck me.”
In slow motion I watched my hands reach out until the fingers touched her nipples. They became hard under my touch. Maria closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. “Mm.”
I looked around to make sure no one else was around and then I got up and pulled down my shorts exposing my hard-on.
“Do you want a taste?” I offered.
Maria opened her eyes and when she saw my dick she smiled. “I’d love to.”
I moved in closer and she took me in her mouth. At first, just kissing and licking the cockhead then greedier taking the entire shaft in her mouth while her fingers, on one hand, played with my balls.
The sun was shining down on us, the sky was clear blue and here I was getting my cock sucked by a teen. It was a good day.
Her sucking became even more aggressive and her teeth scraped against the skin but I didn’t care, she was a great little cocksucker.
She slid a hand down her tights and I could see through the fabric how she rubbed her pussy. Her hand came back out and she offered it to me. I leaned down while she kept on sucking me and licked her fingers. They were covered in sweet pussy juice and she tasted so good.
She let go of my cock and moved so she was facing away from me. Then she pulled down her tights and wiggled out of them. She offered me her round bum and looked at me over her shoulder.
“C’mon, fuck me, let me feel your cock stretch my little pussy.”
Her skin was warm under my palms as a caressed her ass cheeks. I let a finger slide in between her legs and her shaved pussy was so soft it made me want to taste it. I got down on my knees behind her and my tongue played along the slit. She moaned and whispered, “No one has ever licked me before.”
I gently rolled her over so she lay on her back. She spread her legs a little and then giggled. She blushed while I kept eye contact slowly lowering my head. Her clit showed itself and I gave it a few licks that made Maria sigh.
She tasted a bit salty and I loved it. While I licked her, her juices flowed and when she was ready I slid a finger inside her. Thank god, not a virgin, I thought. I wasn’t the kind of man that deflowered young girls for fun.
As I finger fucked her she began to wiggle, her nails dug into the mattress and she moaned louder. I put another finger inside her and she lifted her head. “Oh, oh, Paul, that is so good, stretch my little pussy for me.”
I found her G-spot and concentrated on that. As expected it was driving her faster towards her orgasm. Her ass came off the mattress and she thrashed her head from side to side. Then she tensed.
“Ay, Dios mio!” she screamed. Some birds lifted from a bush and I got squirted in the face.
Apart from the shower I got, she squirted two more times while I kept on finger fucking her.
“Come,” she begged me and pulled at my arms. I lay down on top of her and she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my back. I fucked her slowly and then she did the strangest thing. She began to lick her pussy juice off my face.
“Mm I taste so good,” she purred.
“You feel even better,” I moaned deep inside her tight pussy.
She kept on licking and kissing me while I fucked her harder. When I was about to come she pushed me back and with an agile move, her mouth was locked around my cock, just as I came.
Looking into my eyes she swallowed every drop.
“That was amazing,” she said a moment later. Her face was flushed, her body wet from sweat and she had a horny smile.
“Yes it, was. Now what?”
She tilted her head. “What do you mean?”
“Us, I’m not into relationships and you are way too young anyway.”
“Oh, you are so cute.” she patted my cheeks with both her hands. “All I wanted was to be fucked by you. I’ve been watching you for a while now, and I have always found you attractive.”
I sighed. Did I feel like an idiot? Here I had been thinking I had seduced her, being a dirty old man, but it had been her plan all along.”
“Maria, you are a very different girl.”
She looked down at my limp cock. “Wanna go again?”
I laughed. “I thought you’d never ask.”
So, what turned into a simple foot bathing session by myself had turned into a meeting and fucking a hot teenage girl. Who says winters can’t be fun? Oh, by the way, she had a sister, but that story is for another day.
