Love in the sun

The offshore breeze moved the leaves of the palm trees as he stirred
the coals, feeiling their raw heat.  He nodded and smiled, reaching for
the four large fillets from the fish he had caught that afternoon. 
Putting them on the grill they sizzled, giving off a delightful smell. 
Sitting back on his haunches he looked down the beach, where he could
see her approach.  

His lover was not a skinny, girlish thing, but a woman, with a woman's
special charms, her age of almost 60 not altering her beauty one bit. 
She wore a wrap-around skirt and a simple halter top that only served
to accentuate the firm roundness of her hips and swell of her breasts. 
He watched her as she walked toward him in the evening sun, her hips
swaying just right, setting his manhood to twitching at the thought of
what they would be doing in a few hours.  Her long, blond curls moved
in the wind as she smiled at him, her green eyes on his blue ones. 
Around her neck was a thong with a single shark's tooth on it.  Her
skin was slightly tanned with no blemishes.  

He picked up the skewered vegetables and put them on the grill, along
with the fish and stood to greet her, taking her in his arms and
kissing her.  She returned his kiss, pressing her breasts against him,
her hips butting up against his hardening manhood.  

"Did you have a good walk?" he asked.

"Yes, I did.  Dinner smells wonderful.  I'll make the drinks," she
said, pulling away reluctantly.  He wore only a pair of baggy shorts
and she ran her hands over his tanned torso as she moved.  She walked
into the hut among the trees and entered, getting the juice and ice out
and making their drinks, tall cold ones with sliced fruit and a dash of

She brought the fogged glasses out and they sipped them, then kissed,
thier mouths cold from the drinks.  She smiled as him as he turned the
vegetables and fish over, putting teriyaki sauce them as he did.  She
turned and gathered the dished and silverware and set the small table
in front of the hut as he finished the barbeque.  

He put the fish and veggies on the platter and took them to the table
as she sat.  He portioned the fish and vegetables out and then sat,
sharing a silent toast with her.  They at the fish and vegetables,
talking about the day and their plans for the next, knowing what was in
store for the night, as it always was.  He looked at her top and could
see her hard nipples poking through the thin material of her top.  He
thought of what they tasted like and knew he would have them in his
mouth soon.  

They finished dinner and sat on just above the tide line in old deck
chairs, their hands intertwined, as they watched the sun go down and
finished their drinks.  Finally, as the sun disappeared they stood and
walked, arms around each other, up to the darkness of the hut.  

The bedroom had large, open windows with just screens in them, allowing
the sea air to cool the room.  The large futon filled the center of the
dark room, beckoning them.  He took her in his arms, kissing her
deeply, her hands running over her body, her hands taking in his
shoulders and arms, then running down to his ass, slipping into his
shorts.  She pulled them down then, kneeling before him.

He stepped out of the shorts, smiling down at her as she stroked his
rising manhood, her hands soft.  He would feel her breath on it as she
caressed him.  Her warm, wet mouth engulfed him then and he goraned
aloud as her skillful tongue wrapped itself around it, teasing him a
little as she pulled back, just the tip of her tongue running lightly
over the tender underside of his cock.  Her hand caressed his balls as
the other ran over his thigh.  

She started sucking in earnest then, her mouth taking almost his entire
cock in with each stroke.  The sound of her mouth working on his cock,
slurping and sucking, filled the quiet room.  She stopped then, kissing
his balls.  

He lifted her up then, kissing her his hands finding the knot between
her breasts, pulling on it, undoing it.  The top fell away then,
exposing her white, soft breasts with their pink nipples.  He caressed
them, pinching her nipples gently as she gasped, and shuddered.  He
knelt in front of her then, kissing her nipples, sucking the hungrilly
as she whimpered.  

"Oh, god, that feels so good," she said, her hands running through his
hair.  Her nipples tasted sweet and tender, her tits smelled just a
little of the salt spray and her own musk.  He kissed and licked their
undersides, his hands undoing her skirt and letting it drop to the
floor.  His hands ran over the incredibly soft skin of her ass, feeling
her warmth.  

She sighed and pushed her hips against him as he kissed her belly and
thighs, the musk of her sex reaching his nose, a heady, potent scent of
sex and need.  His hands ran up and down her firm thighs, touching the
soft, pliant skin.  He kissed her at the top of her sex, his tongue
just touching her.  She shuddered and pushed against him, her hands
pulling his head to her as she whimpered.  

He finally succumbed to her need and parted her pussy lips with his
tongue, flicking it across her clitoris as she cried out.  First one,
then two fingers, slipped into her hot, wet slit, parting her lips as
he licked her.  His tongue worked at her as his fingers slipped in and
out of her.  Suddenly he pulled back and grabbed her and turned her
toward the bed, lowering her to it.  He knelt between her legs,
spreading them wide as he dived back into her, his tongue spreading her
lips as his fingers reentered her, making her moan and arch her back.  

Her head moved from side to side and her legs quivered as he ate her,
sending feelings up her spine amd through her belly to her tits, making
her lose track of time as he delved into her being with his tongue and
hands.  She grabbed her tits then, massaging and pinching them as her
hips gyrated, her loins on fire with her passion.  She wanted him to
never stop what he was doing, but knew it would, wanting his cock in
her when she reached her peak. 

"OH, god, fuck me, please, I need you in me!" she cried out, pulling
him up.  He helped her move to the center of the bed and climbed up and
over her, looking down at her as she grabbed his hips and pulled his
hard member toward her hot cunt.  He held himself back, kissing her
neck, his hands digging into the mane of curly blond hair, his thighs
spreading her legs wide while he just rubbed his hardness against the
opening to her deep, hot insides.   She moaned and grabbed his hips,
tring to make him enter her.  He looked down at her in the dim light
then and while he did he entered her, meeting her passionate, needfull
gaze with his own burning look of desire.  

His cock slipped into her hot wetness and he groaned, pushing it in a
little at a time, pulling it out and then back in.  Finally he was all
the way in and then, holding her head in his hands he kissed her as he
pressed his cock in all the way, seeking the bottom of her love tunnel.
 She groaned through his kiss, her hands grabbing his ass and pulling
him in as his legs wrapped around his legs.  She met his thrust with
her own strong thrust, their public bones grinding together as they
slowly started fucking.  He pulled his cock only half out, then in then
out, hitting her clit with his pubic bones each time, rocking his hips
to grind it into her.  He lifted himself up then and started to fuck
her faster, his cock pistoning in and out of her hot, wet cunt, her
cunt grasping and sucking at him as he fucked her, luxuriating in the
feeling of her.  

They became one organism then, their bodies melding into one creature,
their minds seemingly together as their bodies met, combined and
joined.  She arched her back, her entire being concentrating on the
feeling between their bodies, the feeling in her groin and belly taking
over as she neared her orgasm.  It was coming faster than usual, but it
was intense and incredible as it grew and overwhelmed her...  He joined
in her rising passion, feeling her heat, the shuddering in her breath,
the shaking of her legs as she neared an earthshaking orgasm.  

Finally she could not keep it back any longer and started to moan and
then scream as she came and came, her cunt wrapping around his cock,
suckin on it, willing him to cum, which he did as well, his hot, white
spunk shooting into her hot, wet cunt, filling her as she cried out and
he answered her with a groan and a shout of her name.

It took a moment for them to stop fucking but finally they were done,
their bodies spent, as they held one another and kissed a long, hungry
kiss, their juices flowing out of her together.  With a heave he
climbed off of her and fell on his back, feeling the light wind
crossing him as he lay there, his heart thudding and his breath coming
in gasps.

They lay there for a time, catching their breath.  She reached over
then and grasped his hand.  

"That was great, old man," she said, whispering.

"Best one yet," he said.  

"Come one, let's wash up," she said, dragging him off the bed.  She led
him out of the hut to the beach, where they waded into the surf until
the water was to their waists, where they embrassed and kissed, letting
the salt water wash them clean as the moon reflected off of the sea,
silhouetting their bodies.