I was drifting out of my nap. The razz had started singing some time ago. The sun was shining, a cushy breeze rustled the President Bush around me.

"Seems like another warm day ”, I thought and opened my eyes. Maybe I would go to the beach. Nothing to do anyway. No places to be, no citizenry to see.

Ignoring my aching dead body I got up, checked my few property. Not that I would n't have woken up, if anyone had tried anything but it was something to do.

With only sufficiency easy change in my pocket for a coffee I walked towards the beach. Even though it was early morning it was already warm. Wiping the sweat from my brow I stopped, took off the old army shirt and the T-shirt. Shortly I pondered if I should roll up the legs of my army pant, decided against it. Leave it for later.

It took me the better part of the morning to get to the beach. As I had expected it was already crowded. I got my coffee berry and a refill of my water feeding bottle in the bakehouse, trying to brush aside the feeling some mass gave me. Yes, I was dirty, sweaty and probably smelling. So what ?

While I was waiting for my items I scanned the headline of the report. And noticed the date.

St. David 's natal day.

I whispered a"Thank you ”, took my stuff and nonsense and left. How could I have forgotten ? Without seeing I made my way towards the H2O and away from the crowds.

moxie under my boots. Shouts in my ear. Loud racket, blinding sun, heat. No !

Slowly I sank down, closed my eyes.

deuce-ace things I can hear ... .. waves ... seagull .... laughter ....

"Oh come on, MacDonald, is that all ?"Saint David laughed as I bend over, panting."You bastard."My dresser heaved with my big hint."Unlike you I have been running already today."

"Always good of excuses."He laughed again but came towards me."Not far now, total on."

Still panting I followed him along the beach. This too soon in the year it was nearly discharge. Not many tourer, not many schoolchildren.

My tank top clung to my trunk. My hair's-breadth was plastered to my os frontale."Your pose is at home."

He just smiled, led me around one of the groin.

It was a cloistered spot. Without promote ado he just sat down on the sand. I sat down next to him, looked around.

A yearn prison term we just sat there, watching and listening to the sea and the sea gull. From afar laughter drifted over.

David broke the silence."I do n't wan na go to the pub tonight. I want to spend today with you. Or at least the rest of today."

I nodded."sure enough. But ...."I did n't know what to say. Again. Would that ever get better ?

"No but."He turned to me and kissed me."Just you and me ”, he whispered between our sassing.

His affectionate hired hand touched my thigh, brushed my skin. I shivered. Slowly he let his hired hand wander, still kissing me. It reached the hem of my shorts, forced it 's way in.

Without thinking I spread my stage. Jacques Louis David chuckled as he touched my wet slip."Does running hit you horny as well ?"

"Fuck off."I pushed him off me, pushed him over and sat on his lap."Only if it 's the practice instructor who fucks me."I teased him, rubbed my crotch against his."Who gets hard the moment he feels my cunt."I grinned, kissed him. One swift glance around.

No-one there. Moving backwards I freed his semitrailer hard cock licked my lips."Actually ..."I bend over and licked it 's head."I had other plans for tonight ...."Again I licked it, tasted his sweat, his own penchant, pre-cum ..."But ...."This intermission was longer, while I closed my lips around his prick and sucked gently."I 'm thoroughly at improvising ..."

He lay back, moaned and enjoyed my rima oris and lingua. His cock grew in my moth. With one manus I massaged his balls, not caring now if anyone would see us. ass, what had this man done to me ?

I had never been like this before.

"Shall I just suck you off and we finish at home, or ... ?"Trying to sound casually I glanced up to him.

"Depends ..."

I closed my eye, let my knife explore the vena on his pecker. As his hired man touched my ponytail I let out a soft moan. Gently he forced me abstruse, his shaft in my throat.

David must have felt me swallowing because he moaned, pulled my head back.

"Is your cunt as wet as your back talk ?"His voice was hoarse with foreplay. All I could do was nod.

"shtup me,"he whispered.

For a short minute I froze. How ? Should I just pull my pants down ? Or was there another way ?

The track short pants had wide legs .... Smiling I got back up towards his lap, pulled the shorts and the eluding aside.

As I had known I was wet. There was no other word for it. My kitty lips were swollen, slippery with my juices. I spread them, as I lowered myself on his dick, let out a low moan.

Slowly I started to move, fuck him. His hired man rested on my hips, his heart were open, looking at me. I licked my sass, swallowed hard. The whole humanity seemed to be just us, his knockout dick in my wet pussy, filling me, filling my world.

His finger dug into my skin, I moved faster, rode him knockout. Now he closed his eyes, moaned with joy. I bit my lip, concentrated on him, trying to pick up the signs. His tight breathing conflate with the watchword of the seagulls, the waves. I felt the sun on my rachis, the Baroness Dudevant on my branch, his hard prick inside me, his hot hands on my hips.

David moaned again, bucked his hips upwards. I gasped. Again. And again. Each thrust harder than the one before. He pressed me down on his lap as he came. Panting, his cock pulsating, shooting his load mysterious inside me.

I leaned over, my lips close to his ear."happy birthday ”.

Two thing you can smell ... The sea and lather ... but was n't there the timid vestige of the odor after sex ?