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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