The traditional
seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea, with its Victorian Pier, seafront hotels,
crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre
and illuminations, has all the usual things to have a great time by the
seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park
and the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco,
the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, and David Moseley
was a long-time resident.
But he spent just as much time down on the beach as he
did at home as he had a Beach Hut at the North end of the beach, he
particularly enjoyed the evenings because that was when he often ran in to
Sophie Greenwood, and that always made their day.
On Friday he arrived just in time to see Sophie and
her sister Hannah walking down the promenade.
So, he proceeded to his Beach Hut and passed some
young women wet from the sea heading
into their own hut to get changed so he went inside his and undressed.
He liked the idea that when he was in his hut
undressing there was only an inch or two of timber separating him from some
naked lasses drying their young fannies.
He wrapped his towel around his naked lower half; then
waited until he heard the familiar voices of the Greenwood sisters.
“I’m going down to the sea” Hannah said, “You can
catch me up”.
“Ok I won’t be long behind you; I’ll catch you up,”
said Sophie.
The anticipation was making him quite hard knowing she
was only a few yards away from him wearing only a bikini.
It wasn’t just the anticipation of course he’d had a
sexual encounter with her in his hut several times already that summer.
But whether it was anticipation or a sensual
recollection it left a bulge in the front of his towel.
“Ok I will see you in a few minutes” Sophie said, and he knew she was close, so he opened his
door and found he had timed it to perfection as she was right there wearing a
yellow bikini and clutching a towel.
She looked
delectable with the yellow against her caramel brown skin.
“Hello Sophie” he said wearing only a towel.
“Oh David” she said, but not flustered as she had been
the last time, and her eyes went straight to his bulge.
“I’m glad I bumped into you,” he said.
“Me too” she retorted and before he had time to cast
an appreciative eye over her bikini clad figure, she pushed him back into the
hut and closed the door.
For the first time since he’d known her, she took the
initiative and quickly untied her bikini top and cast it aside exposing her
cute titties, before releasing his towel and roughly grasping his cock.
This was a surprising turn of events; Sophie had
decided to take full advantage of their meeting and Dave had no intention of
preventing her.
So, he feasted his eyes on her two beautiful chocolate
confections on full display, which she made no move to recover.
“So, what do you want to do now?” he asked as she
tugged on him.
She let go of his erection long enough to remove her
briefs.
“Everything” she replied and took hold of his shaft
again.
“Are you sure?” He asked her.
“Oh yes David” she replied and kissed him.
“Hannah will
wonder where you are,” he said feebly but she ignored him and kissed him again
so he couldn’t speak again.
The moment their lips touched she locked onto his
mouth like a limpet while she still had a meaningful grip on his cock and then
she hooked her other arm around his neck in a vice like grip.
The kiss was warm and liquid with hot tongues of
passion as his hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly ending up
on her tight little buttocks.
He pushed her back against the table and the moment
her bony little arse made contact with the top their mouths disengaged briefly,
and she gave him a toothy smile and locked onto him again.
He slid his hand
slowly up to cup her breast; and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her
nose as he found her teat.
He
fondled her plump little tittie for a few minutes, and she wrapped her arms around
him and buried her face in his neck as his hand journeyed down her belly and
her thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the coarse hair of her Minge.
They
briefly dallied on her prominent mound and then slipped into the abyss of her
hot, creamy cunny and she let out a little murmur of pleasure at his touch.
Her
face was buried deep in the crook of his neck to stifle any further
exclamation, of which there were many as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy
until she came; her thigh’s closing on his hand at the point of climax trapping
his fingers between her lips until she suddenly jumped up
and pushed him backwards, so he had to sit down on the chair, and in a flash,
she straddled him.
Sophie was breathing through her nose in quick short
snorts as she lowered her moist pink pussy on to his shaft, holding onto the
back of the chair to give her some purchase and enabling her to thrust her
juicy lips onto him.
She began moaning uncontrollably as she pumped her
pussy on him and her tits were jiggling wildly as she was pumping up and down
and she was truly relishing her task as she pumped down on him again and again
and with every deep penetration, she let out a grunt.
He could feel himself on the threshold and he knew
from experience that Sophie was almost there too as her head was rolling wildly
from side to side, and then she thrust down on his cock one more time and let
out a long-muffled moan as she went rigid and came and he finished inside her.
They stayed in that position for several minutes; both
breathing hard and sweating in the warm Beach Hut.
Sophie was the first to move as she climbed off him and
she panted.
“I love the seaside”.
