I was drifting out of my sleep. The birds had started singing some clock time ago. The sun was shining, a soft breeze rustled the bushes 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 berth to be, no people to see.

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

With only sufficiency loose change in my scoop for a coffee I walked towards the beach. Even though it was betimes good morning it was already warm up. Wiping the sweat from my brow I stopped, took off the old U. S. Army shirt and the T-shirt. Shortly I pondered if I should vagabond up the stage of my army pants, decided against it. give it for later.

It took me the better voice of the aurora to get to the beach. As I had expected it was already crowded. I got my umber and a refill of my water feeding bottle in the bakehouse, trying to ignore the look some multitude gave me. Yes, I was dirty, sweaty and probably smelling. So what ?

While I was waiting for my item I scanned the newspaper headline of the papers. And noticed the date.

David 's birthday.

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

backbone under my boots. Shouts in my ear. loud noises, blinding sun, heat. No !

Slowly I sank down, closed my eye.

Three things I can get wind ... .. waves ... seagulls .... laughter ....

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

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

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

My tank top clung to my physical structure. My hair was plastered to my brow."Your lay out is at home."

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

It was a withdraw smear. Without foster ado he just sat down on the sand. I sat down next to him, looked around.

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

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

I nodded."indisputable. But ...."I did n't bonk what to say. Again. Would that ever get bettor ?

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

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

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

"nooky off."I pushed him off me, pushed him over and sat on his lap."Only if it 's the bore 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 semi heavy cock licked my lips."Actually ..."I bend over and licked it 's school principal."I had other plans for tonight ...."Again I licked it, tasted his swither, his own gustatory sensation, pre-cum ..."But ...."This suspension was longer, while I closed my mouth around his cock and sucked gently."I 'm beneficial at improvising ..."

He lay back, moaned and enjoyed my oral cavity and tongue. His cock grew in my moth. With one deal I massaged his balls, not caring now if anyone would see us. screwing, 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 centre, let my tongue explore the mineral vein on his cock. As his mitt touched my ponytail I let out a diffused moan. Gently he forced me deeper, his dick in my pharynx.

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

"Is your cunt as wet as your mouth ?"His spokesperson 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 knickers down ? Or was there another way ?

The running short circuit had wide of the mark ramification .... Smiling I got back up towards his lap, pulled the short pants and the case aside.

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

Slowly I started to act, fuck him. His hands rested on my hip, his eyes were open air, looking at me. I licked my backtalk, swallowed hard. The whole world seemed to be just us, his severe tool in my wet snatch, filling me, filling my world.

His fingers dug into my tegument, I moved faster, rode him tough. Now he closed his heart, moaned with delight. I bit my lip, concentrated on him, trying to nibble up the signal. His fast respiration mixed with the outcry of the seagulls, the wave. I felt the sun on my backrest, the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin on my peg, his hard dick 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 putz pulsating, shooting his load late inside me.

I leaned over, my lips close to his ear."well-chosen birthday ”.

Two matter you can sense ... The sea and elbow grease ... but was n't there the faint trace of the sense of smell after sex ?