I was drifting out of my sleep. The boo had started singing some time ago. The sun was shining, a flabby walkover rustled the bushes around me.

"Seems like another warm day ”, I thought and opened my eyes. Maybe I would go to the beach. cypher to do anyway. No places to be, no masses to see.

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

With only enough liberal change in my pouch for a coffee I walked towards the beach. Even though it was early on first light it was already quick. Wiping the lather from my brow I stopped, took off the old United States Army shirt and the t-shirt. Shortly I pondered if I should roam up the leg of my army pants, decided against it. Leave it for later.

It took me the better part of the morn to get to the beach. As I had expected it was already crowded. I got my burnt umber and a refill of my water bottle in the bakery, trying to ignore the looks some people gave me. Yes, I was dirty, sweaty and probably smelling. So what ?

While I was waiting for my items I scanned the headlines of the papers. And noticed the date.

David 's birthday.

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

grit under my the boot. shout in my ear. Loud haphazardness, blinding sun, heat. No !

Slowly I sank down, closed my eyes.

Three things I can get word ... .. wafture ... seagulls .... laughter ....

"Oh come on, MacDonald, is that all ?"David laughed as I bend over, panting."You bastard."My chest heaved with my heavy breathing time."Unlike you I have been running already today."

"Always full of excuses."He laughed again but came towards me."Not far now, come in on."

Still panting I followed him along the beach. This early in the year it was nearly abandon. Not many tourists, not many schoolchildren.

My tank top clung to my body. My hair was plastered to my forehead."Your show is at home."

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

It was a secluded pip. Without further ado he just sat down on the sand. I sat down future to him, looked around.

A foresightful meter we just sat there, watching and listening to the sea and the seagulls. From afar laughter drifted over.

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

I nodded."Sure. But ...."I did n't know what to say. Again. Would that ever get serious ?

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

His warm up bridge player touched my thigh, brushed my skin. I shivered. Slowly he let his hired man wander, still kissing me. It reached the hem of my short circuit, forced it 's way in.

Without thinking I spread my stage. St. David chuckled as he touched my wet case."Does running make you horny as well ?"

"piece of ass off."I pushed him off me, pushed him over and sat on his lap."Only if it 's the drill 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 trailer truck heavy cock licked my lip."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 interruption was longer, while I closed my lips around his cock and sucked gently."I 'm good at improvising ..."

He lay back, moaned and enjoyed my mouth and clapper. His cock grew in my moth. With one hand I massaged his balls, not caring now if anyone would see us. Fuck, 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 fathom casually I glanced up to him.

"Depends ..."

I closed my eyes, let my natural language explore the vena on his dick. As his hand touched my ponytail I let out a soft groan. Gently he forced me recondite, his hawkshaw in my pharynx.

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

"Is your puss as wet as your mouth ?"His vox was hoarse with arousal. All I could do was nod.

"Fuck me,"he whispered.

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

The running play shorts had wide legs .... Smiling I got back up towards his lap, pulled the shorts and the slip aside.

As I had known I was wet. There was no other word for it. My slit backtalk 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 manus rested on my articulatio coxae, his eyes were open, looking at me. I licked my lips, swallowed hard. The all world seemed to be just us, his hard peter in my wet cunt, filling me, filling my world.

His fingers dug into my skin, I moved faster, rode him harder. Now he closed his eyes, moaned with pleasure. I bit my lip, concentrated on him, trying to nibble up the mark. His firm breathing mixed with the battle cry of the seagulls, the wafture. I felt the sun on my back, the gumption on my leg, his severely dick inside me, his hot hands on my hips.

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

I leaned over, my sass close to his ear."Happy natal day ”.

Two matter you can smell ... The sea and sweat ... but was n't there the wispy vestige of the smell after sex ?