Sarah Filsell was on holiday at Sharpington with her husband and two small children and they were staying at the Seaview Hotel on the sea front, which was where she met John Crowther.
She was a 30 year old neglected housewife who was incredibly frustrated by the lack of attention from her husband and the quiet young man from the Hotel went out of his way to make her feel special, he smiled at her, he flattered her and furthermore he flirted with her.
But she would never have dreamt of taking it any further, but on Monday morning fate took a hand.
It all started after breakfast when Sarah’s husband Geoff told her she should wear a one piece swimsuit to the beach as nobody would want to look at her in a bikini.
An argument ensued, followed by a silent walk down to the beach where Geoff said
“Come on kids lets go down to the water for a paddle while mummy sits here and sulks”
“Go to hell” she retorted and stormed off towards the pier at the same time John Crowther was walking along the beach towards the pier from the opposite direction.
Sarah was furious as she stomped her way across the sand muttering under her breath.
She was angry because she did look good in a bikini despite being 30 and given birth to two children and men did still find her attractive, but mainly she was angry because she had let him make her feel worthless and unattractive, again.
So when she walked under the pier and met John coming the other way she jumped him, pushing him back against a metal support and planted a kiss on his mouth before he had chance to say hello.
And the moment their lips met her juices began to flow and her frustration came to the fore and once the genie was out of the bottle there was no way she was going to get it back in.
So she unzipped his fly and tugged his cock out.
“God I want this so bad” she moaned
“But how can we?” John asked “I can’t take your swimsuit off someone might come along”
“Just go up the leg” she told him
“Will that work?” he asked naively
“Of course it will” she snapped
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure” Sarah said crossly “I want it”
“Only if you really want me too”
“Just do it” she urged and with her left hand she pulled the gusset of her costume aside to reveal her pink moist pussy.
And then she leant against the support and John stepped up behind her using the crease between her cheeks he guided his cock to its juicy destination.
“Oh that feels so good” Sarah said as skewered her “So good and so dirty”
She gripped the support with white knuckled hands as his deep penetrations entered her syrupy quim until her screams were lost amidst the seagulls cries.
A year later Sarah had left Geoff and was living in Sharpington with the children and was being regularly serviced by John, under the pier, on the pier, on the beach, in the park or in one of the vacant rooms in the hotel, basically anywhere she could get it.
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