B2J0401- Girl having an affair with a perverted middle-aged man on the seashore

The middle-aged man, Mick, spent summers on the seashore home he had constructed years in the past. His spouse at all times complained concerning the journey, preferring the consolation of their metropolis house, so he’d go alone. This 12 months appeared totally different although. A leggy blonde named Aimee had moved into the home subsequent door final week. Her sultry sunbathing periods had captured Mick’s consideration. The manner she’d lay there, oiled up, her ample cleavage rising and falling with every breath. He knew it was flawed, however his thoughts stored drifting to forbidden ideas.

One sun-drenched afternoon, boldly, Mick strolled over whereas Aimee relaxed in a lounge chair. She glanced up, sun shades shielding her eyes. “Hi there, neighbor,” she purred. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”

Mick cleared his throat. “Sure is. Noticed you sunbathing…quite a bit lately,” he mentioned. “Hotter than normal this year, if you ask me.”

Aimee smirked, trailing a finger down her chest. Mick adopted the motion, eyes hungrily roaming her toned physique. “I’m Aimee, by the way. Sorry I didn’t come over earlier. Just been…trying to work on my tan.”

“Ah, no problem. I’m Mick,” he launched himself, cautious to not discover the suggestive glint in her eyes or the best way she sat up, pushing her giant breasts collectively. “I’ve noticed you. Quite a bit.”

They locked eyes and the air between them thickened with pressure. Mick felt his member twitch in his swim trunks. “New to the neighborhood?” He set down his seashore bag, clearly stalling for time.

“Mmhmm, simply moved in. It’s simply me.” Aimee bit her lip, legs falling open slightly. “My … boyfriend’s away on enterprise.”

“Is that so?” Mick replied,Expression stoic although pleasure quickened his coronary heart. “Guess that makes us two, huh? My wife never comes on these trips anymore.”

Aimee grinned, crooking a finger. “Why don’t you have a seat, neighbor? Let’s get acquainted.”

Mick did not protest. He dropped all the way down to kneel beside her, gaze fixated on her uncovered legs. “Just two neighbors, enjoying a nice day by the beach…”

“I’ve always found that to be…true.” She reached out to path a hand by his hair as he gazed up at her. “So what do you say, Mick? Want to help me get an even better tan on the private beach down there?”

His cock throbbed at her daring implication. Her finger brushed below his chin in a seemingly harmless gesture that held all kinds of promise. Mick’s capability to drag consent went out the window the second Aimee stroked her breasts and checked out him with pure unadulterated lust. He was hungering for it.

“How about…” Mick smirked, “I make you cum instead?”

Aimee uncrossed her legs slowly, gaze dropping to his.

“Naughty, naughty,” teased Aimee, voice husky. She crooked her finger once more, grinning. “But I knew there was a reason I moved in next door to you.”

Mick moved between her legs and pushed her bikini backside apart, leaning all the way down to run his tongue over her slit. Aimee’s palms flew to his head and gripped like a vice, pushing him additional towards her. She writhed below him, again arching as his tongue delved out and in of her folds, stroking all the appropriate spots.

Aimee moaned loudly, careless of their location. That solely turned Mick on extra and he slipped two fingers into her wetness, groaning as she rode his face. He wrapped his lips round her clit and suckled exhausting, sending shockwaves by her physique.

“A-Ah! Fuck!” She shuddered, gripping the again of his head as his fingers pistoned out and in. Her mouth shaped an ideal O as her orgasm constructed, overriding her inhibitions. “Don’t stop! D-Don’t you dare f-fucking stop!”

Mick was joyful to oblige. The sounds she made, the style of her on his tongue, the best way she held him tight towards her intercourse, it was all so good. He felt his cock weep in his shorts as he continued consuming her out. He slipped a 3rd finger in, nearly bringing her to the sting.

“Oh god! Mick! I’m gonna…I’m gonna…!” Aimee’s abs tightened and launched, after which she was over the precipice. She got here with a loud scream. “Fuck!”

Mick did not let up, persevering with to lick her till she stopped shaking, then crawling as much as lie towards her. Aimee stared up at him dazed, eyes lidded, cheeks flushed a reasonably shade of pink. “Holy shit,” she panted. “That was…wow.”

“Yeah,” Mick grinned, “it was.”