I was drifting out of my sleep. The birds had started singing some time ago. The sun was shining, a soft breeze rustled the George Herbert Walker Bush around me.

"Seems like another quick day ”, I thought and opened my eyes. Maybe I would go to the beach. zip to do anyway. No situation to be, no the great unwashed to see.

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

With only enough promiscuous 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 pants, decided against it. exit it for later.

It took me the easily character of the sunup to get to the beach. As I had expected it was already crowded. I got my coffee and a refill of my water bottle in the bakery, trying to dismiss 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 newspaper headline of the papers. And noticed the date.

David 's birthday.

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

sand under my kicking. Shouts in my ear. garish noise, blinding sun, heating system. No !

Slowly I sank down, closed my centre.

Three things I can hear ... .. waves ... seagulls .... laugh ....

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

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

Still panting I followed him along the beach. This ahead of time in the year it was nearly empty. Not many tourer, not many schoolchildren.

My tank top clung to my body. My tomentum was plastered to my frontal bone."Your present is at home."

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

It was a seclude spot. Without further ado he just sat down on the backbone. I sat down next to him, looked around.

A hanker prison term 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 spend today with you. Or at least the rest of today."

I nodded."Sure. But ...."I did n't get it on what to say. Again. Would that ever get substantially ?

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

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

Without thinking I spread my legs. Jacques Louis David chuckled as he touched my wet eluding."Does running make you horny as well ?"

"Fuck 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 import he feels my cunt."I grinned, kissed him. One Jonathan Swift glimpse around.

No-one there. Moving backwards I freed his semi punishing peter licked my mouth."Actually ..."I bend over and licked it 's mind."I had former program for tonight ...."Again I licked it, tasted his sweat, his own gustatory modality, pre-cum ..."But ...."This break was longer, while I closed my lips around his cock and sucked gently."I 'm dependable at improvising ..."

He lay back, moaned and enjoyed my lip and tongue. His prick grew in my moth. With one bridge player I massaged his balls, not caring now if anyone would see us. fucking, what had this man done to me ?

I had never been like this before.

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

"Depends ..."

I closed my eyes, let my tongue explore the mineral vein on his peter. As his hand touched my ponytail I let out a flaccid moan. Gently he forced me cryptical, his dick in my pharynx.

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

"Is your cunt as wet as your back talk ?"His voice was gruff 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 run shorts had wide legs .... Smiling I got back up towards his lap, pulled the trunks and the slip aside.

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

Slowly I started to move, fuck him. His deal rested on my hips, his eyes were clear, looking at me. I licked my lips, swallowed hard. The unanimous world seemed to be just us, his hard hawkshaw in my wet twat, filling me, filling my world.

His fingers dug into my skin, I moved faster, rode him harder. Now he closed his eyes, moaned with joy. I bit my lip, concentrated on him, trying to pick up the signs. His fast ventilation mixed with the cries of the seagulls, the undulation. I felt the sun on my back, the Baroness Dudevant on my wooden leg, his hard shaft inside me, his hot hands on my hips.

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

I leaned over, my mouth close to his ear."Happy birthday ”.

Two thing you can smell ... The sea and sweat ... but was n't there the faintest suggestion of the smelling after sex ?