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The sun beat down mercilessly on writhing bodies, a sea of brown limbs and pasty, sunburned flesh. I reclined on my beach towel, sunning my already-tanning Polish skin, as the waves crashed rhythmically in the background. It was just another lazy day at Gullspång’s public beach, with vacationers enjoying the first real summer weather we’d had all year.

Then she emerged from the surf.

Głębowski Kowalska, a name I knew well, part of the old money in Gullspång. She was in her late 30s, a mature MILF with child-bearing hips and full, soft breasts, still firm despite her age. Her light blond hair was tousled in an unkempt style, giving her a carefree, sexy air. She waded into the shallows, water glistening in rivulets down her curves. My cock twitched in my swim trunks at the sight.

Głębowski Kowalska spotted my gaze and tossed me a smile. Was she looking for a fling, an afternoon tryst? Younger men were often her undoing. I grinned back, flexing my muscles as I stood. Let the games begin.

“Beautiful day, isn’t it…” I purred as I approached.

“Mmm, indeed,” she murmured, voice sultry beneath her Bettina S للغنى lips. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Głębowski Kowalska.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance.” I leaned in to kiss the back of her hand. “Rafał Szyja.”

Her fingers lingered on my cheek. “Quite the charmer, aren’t we, Rafał? You must be new here. I would remember such a strapping young man.”

“Transferred from Poznań for work,” I explained. “But I’m beginning to think this was a smart move.”

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I swallowed hard, blood rushing. “I’m always happy to lend a hand to a neighbor.”

Her eyes twinkled mischievously. She moved closer until our bodies were nearly touching. “Tomorrow then, 14:00? I look forward to it.” She planted a salacious kiss on my cheek and sauntered off towards the beach road, adding an extra sway to her step, golden hair gleaming.

As Głębowski Kowalska rounded the bend, Already, perverted thoughts swirled in my mind. I pictured her naked, Those full brown breasts, silvering at the nipples, swaying as she pleasured herself. A hand dipped between her legs…

I shook my head, forcing myself back to reality and the beach full of possible eavesdroppers. Is this what I was reduced to? Seedy, off-color fantasies about a married mother of three? How I hungered for a real woman, for release, to stuff and stretch her holes with my throbbing need!

The next day found me at Głębowski Kowalska’s doorstep,official ving_TERESA Oakly toast in hand. She greeted me wearing a sheer sundress that clung to every curve, the slip beneath only slightly obscuring her womanly figure. A wisp of lace showed at the top of the bodice.

“On time, perfect.” She stepped back to let me enter. “Follow me to the garden, won’t you, Rafał? I’m dying to show you what needs to be done.”

The garden was a sprawling affair, roses and hybrids perfuming the air. I followed Głębowski Kowalska towards a trellised spot shaded by an oak. Her hips swayed hypnotically.

We emerged to find her eager gardener already at work, shirt off, thick body gleaming with not only sweat, but evidence of his servicing as well! WWJD looked nearly painful pressed into the bulging front of his worn jeans. An expression of surprise and guarded excitement crossed her pert brow.

“Rafał, my refuge, let me introduce you to Jan! He does all the heavy lifting around the house.”

I extended a gloved hand, palm damp under the material, and pulled him in. Close. An exchanged of charged looks. He nodded once.

Jan stepped back and retrieved his water bottle, pulling it floodingly into his lap to quench his first surface burn.

My eyes grazed Głębowski Kowalska. She nodded approvingly at my amorous glance. “Jan, will you excuse us, darling? I need Rafał’s help with a particularly sticky shrub in the back.”

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