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We’d planned to hit the nude beach today, but Jay got called into work. It was nice that he made way more than most people his age, but his branch definitely took advantage of him. Anytime the higher-ups showed up, he was the one they called. He had this insane talent for misdirecting ego-drunk board members—speaking in that perfect balance of jargon and charm that made them feel smart instead of clueless.
Jay leaned against the counter, suit jacket open, hair still damp and combed back from the shower. I tucked the last container into his lunch bag, pretending not to care. But I did. I wanted to go. Adulting had been kicking my ass lately, and I’d been counting down the days for this—but now I had to act like I didn’t care. It wasn’t Jay’s fault, and I knew he’d blame himself, so I kept the cheerful act going.
He sighed. “Have fun at the beach,” he said, forcing a half-smile.
I shook my head. “Nah, probably not. It’s just not the same without you. I’d feel weird sitting there alone anyway, and I’ve got those work edits to finish, so it’s fine.”
He arched his brow. “You literally shape your bush into a heart? Wouldn’t it be a waste not to show it off?”
Okay, fair. I did do that—and it took forever. I trimmed it low, mapped it out with eyeliner first, then went in with the smallest razor I could find. Honestly, I was shocked it came out symmetrical at all. I’d even thought about dyeing it pink or blue, but I wasn’t that invested.
“So you want me to go show off for a bunch of old guys?” I asked. “‘Cause you know at least half the people there are gonna be pushing fifty.”
He adjusted his cufflinks. “Think of it as charity work,” he said with a shrug, the corners of his mouth curving up. “There’s probably a few people our age there.”
I rolled my eyes with a playful smile.
Jay leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my lips before grabbing his lunch bag. I watched him snag his keys and head out the door, that sad slump in his shoulders.
Well… I guess I could go. Jay did love when I had a tan. And to be honest, I could use some vitamin D anyway.
I dragged myself back to the bedroom and dug through my dresser until I found the skimpy little blue bikini—not that it’d stay on long at a nude beach.
After a quick shower and shave, I slipped it on, tossed on a pair of shorts and a crop top, then grabbed my beach essentials: tanning oil—which meant I probably wouldn’t stay long—sunscreen, just in case I changed my mind, a big water bottle, and a couple of towels. I’d decide how long I actually wanted to stick around once I got there.
On my way to the car, I texted Jay to let him know I was heading out and got a thumbs-up. Hopping in, I started the engine, and hit the road. It was about a forty-minute drive, but I didn’t mind. Blasting music and singing like an idiot was the best kind of therapy. Add a little sunshine to that mix, and you had a temporary cure for depression.
When I finally pulled into the dusty parking lot, it was way busier than I expected. Took me a minute to find a spot, but luckily someone near the front was just pulling out.
I checked my car about a million times to make sure it was locked—I’m always paranoid about that. With my tote bag slung over my shoulder, I headed across the wooden walkway toward the beach.
So. Many. Old. People.
At the end of the bridge, a sign warned: Clothing optional beyond this point. It didn’t take long after stepping onto the sand before I was hit with full-on nudity.
Jay wasn’t wrong. There were a few younger people, but the crowd definitely leaned older.
Speaking of Jay, my phone buzzed almost on cue. A text from him telling me to send pictures. I replied back, warning him he’d better be careful where he opened his messages, which earned me a hot face emoji in return.
I walked down the beach until I found a quiet spot away from everyone else. I didn’t mind people being around, just not right next to me. After spreading out my towel, I slipped off my shorts and shirt. A couple of guys nearby glanced over just as I pulled the string on my bikini top. I tossed it aside, stretching my arms over my head with a lazy yawn, making sure they got the full view.
Next came the bottoms, and soon I was stretched out on my towel wearing nothing but sunglasses. The sun was warm, the breeze weak but pleasant. I pushed my boobs together and snapped a few selfies for Jay, keeping my nipples soft since he liked how big my areolas looked that way. Still, I gave them a little tug for at least one photo.
My phone slipped from my hand as I lay there soaking in the sun, comfortable and drowsy but forcing myself not to pass out and literally cook myself.
I baked on my back for a bit, then flipped over and scooped out a little hole under my towel so I could lie on my stomach without squishing my boobs to death.
Big breast problems. I wish my bed came with a boob pocket.
After rolling onto my back again, I heard a voice, “That’s a cute heart.”
I turned my head and found a man—definitely in his early fifties—standing like two feet away, everything on full display. His cock hung low, balls large, though far from Matty’s cannonballs. He was pretty fit, with a tan that said he’d been part of the nude beach crowd for a while. Bald, with just enough stubble to make it work.
Not gonna lie, I’m kind of into bald guys—if they keep it smooth and have some stubble or a beard. The whole Mr. Clean look? Not really my thing.
I gave a polite smile. “Thanks. It was a lot of work.”
“Doing that yourself must’ve been a tough angle,” he chuckled. “Or did you have help?”
I propped myself up on an elbow, catching him immediately staring at my tits—His dick definitely twitched a little. “All me,” I said. “Honestly shocked I managed to pull it off.”
“At the beach all by yourself?” he asked, tilting his head.
“Yeah. My boyfriend got called into work, so I figured I’d come be a beach bum.”
He nodded. “I’m Scott, by the way.” He bent down a little, offering his hand.
I shook it—he was gentle with the grip. “Dani,” I said, settling my elbow back onto the towel.
Scott straightened back up. “Well, Dani, you’re absolutely gorgeous. If you need help with sunscreen, I’m your guy.”
Of course.
“I could probably use some help with tanning oil,” I said, tilting my sunglasses down as I smiled at him.
He grinned. “I would love to help.”
Mhm. I bet.
I rolled onto my side, grabbed the oil from my bag, and tossed it to him. He knelt beside me in the sand, rubbing it between his palms.
“How old are you, Dani?”
“How old do you think I am?” I asked, relaxing back on my towel.
He started at my collarbone. “Hopefully over eighteen. Nineteen? Twenty?”
“Twenty-three,” I said. “Twenty-four in a few months.”
He chuckled. “Bet you still get carded for drinks.”
“Always.”
His hands moved firmly over my shoulders, down my arms, then back up—lingering at the curve of my chest. His palms glided along the sides, tracing their shape like he was on the edge of cupping them.
“I’ve gotta say, these are incredibly firm for their size,” he mumbled. “When I first saw you, I thought they might be fake… sorry, that’s probably inappropriate.”
“You’re fine”—I gave a small shake of my head—“Everyone says that.”
Folding my arms behind my head, I let him keep going. His touch was deliberate but never too bold, spreading the oil over my skin until the girls were glossy under the sunlight. Scott was definitely taking his time.
Getting my tits massaged while lying on the beach was… kind of amazing. I wished Jay were here—but not to replace my new friend. I wanted him to see it. To see me let some old guy rub oil all over me.
He finally got a little bolder as his thumbs began to circle my nipples in slow motions. They tightened under his touch but didn’t fully harden, the warmth of the sun keeping them lazily relaxed. Scott slid lower, following the shape of my waist before his path continued over my hips and down the length of my legs.
On the way back up, his hands brushed over my trimmed hair, then my stomach. It was less ‘helping with oil’ and more a full-on massage—and I wasn’t complaining. He actually seemed to know what he was doing, and my muscles were grateful for it.
“You do this often?” I asked, glancing down at him. “Massage random women on the beach?”
He gave a breathy laugh. “You will be surprised at how many younger women love a little massage from an older guy.”
I rolled over, and Scott moved to my ass—his hands sweeping over the full curve, down to my calves, then back up to knead at the small of my back. The pressure there was awesome, exactly what I needed. He gave my upper back some attention, but he kept getting distracted by my cheeks.
“Such a nice ass,” he said, almost to himself.
“I wish it were a little bigger,” I sighed.
“It’s big enough. Perfect shape. Wouldn’t change a thing,” he said, working his thumbs deep into the muscle.
I was wet—not exactly from arousal, at least not entirely, but because the massage felt so damn good. Okay, maybe a little sexual, especially with the way his semi-hard cock brushed against me every so often.
His fingers eventually slipped between my legs, testing the waters as they ran between my lips and caressed my clit. Instinctively, I parted my legs wider, giving him the green light. He took the hint, dipping his finger into my soaked warmth, stroking gently, almost teasing. A few people wandered past, probably catching a glimpse of this older man playing with my pussy, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Scott kept at it for a good five minutes before he said, “I’d love to taste that pretty little thing,” then flashed me a grin. “But we should probably move behind the dunes—some people out here don’t know how to have fun.”
I was aching for more, and this was what Jay wanted—so why not? “Sounds fun,” I said, standing and gathering my things, trying hard not to look too eager.
We climbed over a small sand hill, and he gave my ass a few squeezes while I spread out my towel. I dropped onto my back, and he wasted no time getting between my legs, his tongue gliding up through my drenched folds. Each movement over my clit sent jolts of pleasure flooding me, growing until I was throbbing with impatience. My arousal kept building, slickening his chin as he hungrily licked up every drop.
I pushed up on my elbows, watching him eat me out. Honestly, the sloppiest, hottest head I’ve ever gotten. I couldn’t stop staring, completely hooked on the sight as it became harder and harder to keep my eyes open.
A whimper slipped out and my head fell back, sunglasses still in place. He reached up to grab a handful of my tit, his tongue still working—switching between quick flicks and sucking.
Wow. WOW.
I couldn’t hold back any longer—a cry escaped me as my orgasm ripped through, my thighs shaking against him. I pressed my hands to his bald head, keeping him there while my whole body trembled. Static danced behind my eyelids and my lips tingled. When the waves finally subsided, my legs dropped open, limp and tired.
My euphoria felt endless, and I wondered if my brain had malfunctioned. Scott got impatient and flipped me over like a ragdoll. I finally started to regain some control, trying to arch my back and lifting my ass for him. He finished the job, yanking my hips up like he was entitled to my pussy now. Which, after that mind-melter, I couldn’t exactly argue with.
Scott grabbed my cheeks, spreading them wide before giving me a slap. Then I felt his cock glide between them, slick with oil.
First the gloryhole, and now the nude beach. I was about to have a second man—twice my age—inside me any second now.
He lined himself up, the head pressing at my entrance, and then pushed inside—filling me in one smooth motion, stretching me a little too quick, bumping my cervix. I didn’t care; the sting faded quick and I was already clenching around him. He groaned, sinking in deep, his hips flush against my ass as he paused for a moment, just enjoying how wet I was and how easily he could move inside me.
I glanced over my shoulder, a little dazed. “H-h-how’s it feel?”
Wow, Dani. Way to stutter.
He grinned. “It’s perfect, sweetheart,” he said, moving slowly at first, then settling into a decent pace.
I fumbled for my phone, messing up my passcode three times before finally handing it to him. “Take… some pictures… for my boyfriend.”
He grabbed my phone and started recording, his cock sliding in and out of me while I looked back over my shoulder, making sure my face was in it for Jay—giving him my best slutty eyes.
“What’s his name?” Scott asked.
“Jay.”
“Your boyfriend’s gonna love watching this,” he said, a satisfied hum in his voice. “Look at that pussy just clinging to me, Jay. Bet you’re nowhere near this big.”
God, hearing him talk to Jay on the video…
I dropped my cheek to the towel, savoring every slap of his balls against me. His free hand squeezed my ass before gliding to my hips, pulling me back into each thrust as he started fucking me faster, driving deeper every time.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, eyes rolling back. “That… that’s it… keep…”
I started pushing back against him, matching his rhythm, making him groan even louder. His fingers dug into my skin, and I couldn’t help but get loud. The way his thick head dragged along my walls, stretching me wider with every push, had me teetering right on the edge again.
My ass bouncing for what felt like forever, every clap sending another wave of pleasure. He dropped the phone underneath, leaving it recording on the towel—making sure to capture his cock destroying me.
“Tell me to come in you,” he growled.
I let out a needy moan. “Cum in me.”
He smacked my ass, definitely leaving a handprint. “You can do better than that, honey.”
“Come in me! I want it bad, please!” I cried out, my voice breaking like I might actually start to shed tears.
We both came—me again, and him with a heavy grunt as he drove in hard, emptying himself inside. My ass was tilted up the whole time, letting it pool deep. All that was left outside were his balls, and I had half a mind to reach under and play with them, but I was too busy drooling into the towel, my fingers clutching at the edges.
Scott started rubbing my ass. “That was so good,” he mumbled, his cock still throbbing. “Such a good girl.”
Ugh… being called a good girl did things to me.
When he pulled out, a spurt of cum landed right on the phone camera, ending the video with a finale I couldn’t have scripted better. I was still shaking, but I stayed put while he wiped off the lens and took a dozen pictures. As I slid onto my stomach, even more leaked out of me, and I was pulsing so hard he could probably see it from behind.
“Mmm. Look at that pussy pucker,” he said, clearly proud of himself. “Can I get a few on my phone?”
“Sure,” I answered, flashing him a thumbs up.
He took a couple shots—one of my hole dripping, another with my cheeks spread. “My buddies are gonna love these,” he said, smiling wide.
I rolled onto my back and spread my legs as wide as they’d go. “Make sure you get one with my tits in it.”
My pics were going to get passed around by a bunch of dirty old men.
Oh well.
He aimed, making sure my face was in it, but I didn’t care. I just bit my lip and gave him my best fuck-me eyes, squeezing my boobs together for the camera. For a few of them, I ran my fingers down between my legs, playing in his mess.
He loved it.
After like ten minutes of modeling I got up feeling drained—and maybe a shade darker from the sun. I was starving, hadn’t even considered bringing food, so I figured it was time to head out. Plus, I was itching to get home and send Jay all the pics and videos. Maybe even pull out my wand and chase a third orgasm, because apparently I’m a total sex addict.
Maybe I’ll grab some fast food on the way home. It’s been a while.
I pulled Scott down and kissed him long and slow, slipping my tongue into his mouth. His hands got one last greedy grab of my ass—squeezing so hard he nearly lifted me off the ground.
When we finally pulled apart, he asked, “So, will I see you at the beach again?”
I shrugged. “Maybe.”
“I’m not getting your number, am I?”
I smirked. “Isn’t part of the fun never knowing if you’ll see me again?” I picked up my tote and started stuffing my things inside. “Thanks for the dick,” I said, tossing the strap over my shoulder.
Then I walked off—naked, cum still leaking down my leg—as I headed back.
I didn’t bother getting dressed until I reached my car, catching a few stares along the way thanks to my tits bouncing a little with each step. For a second, I considered driving home naked, possibly even giving the fast food guy a surprise, but I didn’t really want to leak all over my seat. Or risk getting pulled over and arrested.
As much as I wouldn’t mind ending up in handcuffs, I was skipping that fantasy today.
Time for food.
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