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I was alone in the world, at least as far as I was concerned, comfortably settled on a blanket in my own private corner of a beach, a radio playing nearby, some beer in the cooler beside me.  The trees and brush on either side of my little alcove protected me from prying eyes and offered me an unobstructed view of the water.  I removed my bikini top and oiled up, laying back on my blanket to soak up some sun and relax away some of the cares of the busy week.

I had been there quite some time, drifting in and out of true wakefulness, enjoying the late afternoon sunshine, when I heard something that made me open my eyes.  There, barefoot in the sand next to my blanket, shifting nervously at my half nakedness, was a co-worker, a friend.  I squinted up at him, but made no move to cover myself.  I'm not ashamed of my body, and didn't want him to be.  I did notice that the crotch of his swim suit was poking forward some and his face was rather red.

I asked him to join me, scooting over some on the blanket to make room.  He hesitated, then sat gingerly on one corner of the blanket.  I quite suddenly wanted to fuck him.  I had never been attracted to him before, but there was something about his boyish nervousness that made me want to do him right there on the beach.  I did know he had recently lost his wife of ten years.  She had been his childhood sweetheart, and probably the only woman he'd ever been with.

I listened as he spoke about some project he needed my help with, moving slowly closer and closer until my exposed breasts were brushing lightly against his bare leg.  This seemed to distract him.  Then I let my hand begin rubbing against his arm...up to his face.  He stopped talking.  Then, I slid my hand down between his legs, pressing it against his bulging cock, slipping one finger under the suddenly inadequate material to tease his dick.

He pulled away, but not far.  He was scarcely breathing as I kissed him, deep, hard.  I put his hand to my breast, rubbing it around the nipple until it was standing erect.  Then I pushed his hand down, into my crotch where a growing moisture was beginning to seep into my bikini bottoms.  Again, he pulled away, but not far.  I rose up to my knees and lifted a breast to his lips.  He took it in his mouth and sucked, licked, even nipped at it.

I helped him lay back on the blanket and began caressing his cock, feeling it...pinching it.  His bathing suit barely contained it.  I pulled it out of my way and instantly engulfed his entire cock in my mouth, holding it deeply inside where the tip just touched the back of my throat.  Then I began sucking my way back, my hands touching and squeezing his balls.  I licked his dick, up, down...round and round...kissing the tip...then opening my mouth again...

He was squirming and moaning...and still somewhat nervous...I ignored that and began mouth fucking him...bringing him to the very brink of orgasm.  When I sensed he was going to cum, I released him...letting him hold and savor the moment...he was breathing like he'd just run a marathon, his hands holding his huge erection like it hurt and he was whispering something that sounded like begging...begging me to finish the job.

I kissed him first...then pulled my bikini bottoms aside and straddled over him, sinking slowly on his cock and moving up and down just as slowly.  His hands fell to his sides, and his eyes closed as my pussy engulfed his hard, throbbing cock...god, he needed release...I squeezed my cunt around him as I increased the pace until I was bobbing up and down furiously, driving that huge cock into me with each deep thrust.  He couldn't move he was so lost in it...in his needs, in the feeling...he was holding his breath.  Then, he came...and came...and came...like he hadn't cum in a year or more...it just kept cuming, filling me and overflowing, oozing out around his still hard cock and onto the blanket.

I knew then that this man needed more than just a quickie on the beach...so, as I slipped off of him and he lay there recovering, I grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it on.  I told him to get up and cover his cock, which he did...then I told him to follow me.  A friend of mine had a house nearby, and was away on business.  He had said I could use the place if I found a need...which I just had.  Like a lost puppy he followed me up the hill and into the house.  I told him to relax, and by the time he left there he would feel better than he had in years.

We spent the afternoon fucking, sucking, licking...anything and everything...it was all new to him...it was like teaching a virgin how to do things.  He left early the next morning, looking dazed and confused, but with a silly grin on his face.  I didn't see him for a while after that, but a week or so later, he came by my office to thank me.  He told me then that, although he had loved her dearly, his wife had been raised as a "good girl" and would never conceded to sex other than straight missionary style...our afternoon together had given him everything his marriage never had.  I told him I'd been happy to help...