The Younger Man

Joe blushed.

"Sorry," I giggled. "I'll try to behave."

"No," he replied, "You go ahead. I like it. I haven't been eyed up for years."

"Years? I find that hard to believe, a good looking man like you?" I moistened my lips and pouted at him, "I think you must get admiring looks up all the time, you just don't notice."

"Maybe." He bit his lip. "I like it when you look at me."

"Why? I'm twice your age and not exactly a super model!"

"Oh Pippa, stop that, will you?" he scolded.

"Stop what?"

"Putting yourself down. You have a figure to die for and if I'm not mistaken you're beautiful without the help of make-up. Am I right?"

"About the lack of make-up, yes, but..."

"But nothing. I fancy you, ok?" He smiled sheepishly, "there, I've said it."

I gawped at him and narrowed my eyes.

"I do. You're gorgeous and you think I am too, don't you?" he smirked.

Pardon? My cocktail went down the wrong way and I began choking. "Sorry!" I spluttered. "It's been a long time since I received a complement. I can't quite cope with it."

"I'd better say it again then. You're beautiful and I fancy you. I might try to overstep the mark with you before the night's over."

God, I wished he would! I reached out my hand to stroke his arm and too my relief he didn't flinch. His skin was soft and the tiny hairs stood on end as my fingertips caressed him. I could feel his taught muscle's flexing and once again my imagination kicked into overtime. If his arms felt that good what was the rest of his body like? How would it feel to run my fingers over his toned torso, his pert ass and that all important item between his legs... Oh yes, I liked those thoughts. The heat of the night, the alcohol in my vines and Joe's flattery had made me horny. God I'd missed that sensation. A drop of moisture eased from my pussy wetting my panties. I gasped as I felt the dampness and the tiny spasm that followed. I was ready to take my illicit rendezvous to the next level.

"Tell me how you'd overstep the mark," I purred. "Tell me exactly what you'd like to do with me."

Joe leaned in close his deep brown eyes alive with desire. "I'd like to see what that exquisite body of yours looks like without your clothing on," he murmured softly, "and I'd like so find out if you taste as good as you smell." He breathed in deeply. "I'd like to kiss your neck, lick it then run my tongue over your breasts and suck your nipples until they harden. Then I'd..."

Surely he was winding me up? "Oh Joe, stop teasing me," I giggled pushing him away.

"Did I get you going?" he asked cheekily.

"Yeah. Tart! Don't do that to me!"

"Actually I meant it." He smiled as my jaw dropped open. "My round. Back in a tick."

I watched him go. Oh God, he was gorgeous and far from being a little moist down below my panties were saturated! A tantalising tingle inside me made my pussy lips swell and the urge rub myself between my legs became increasingly strong. How lovely it would be to stroke and caress my neglected private parts or better still, for Joe to do it. My reawakened lust for sex demanded consummation and what I needed more than anything was a good hard fucking from Joe's fat cock. How delicious to be filled with his swollen, pulsating penis and fucked with all the stamina Joe's youthful body must possess.

"Stop it, dirty whore!" I muttered to myself. Fuck I was horny!

I gazed around the bar in search of a distraction but everywhere I looked I saw fit young men with tanned bodies, white smiles and enticing bulges in their trousers. I stared at them all, the lascivious haze in my brain making me yearn for sex.

"Huh-hum! Penny for them?"

"Sorry, what?" I stammered registering that Joe was back.

"Your thoughts, what were you thinking about?"

I snorted. "You don't want to know! Is that for me?"

"Yep! Margarita. It's a bit safer than your choice."

"Thanks," I grinned. "Cheers."

The night was warm, the drinks potent and Joe's company was intoxicating. He was loud, spontaneous and sexy and as the alcohol flowed so did his wonderfully flirtatious comments. My ego was massaged into a lustful frenzy and as the night wore on our teasing banter became increasingly lewd and laced with a yearning for action.

"You have lovely breasts," he commented as he sucked back the dregs of a second margarita. "Can I touch them?"

I leered at him blearily, "if you like."

Joes hand reached out to stroke my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. My nipples responded, hardening beneath his fingertips.

"God I want to suck them," he murmured under his breath.

He leaned forwards and kissed my lips, softly at first then harder as the kiss escalated into a passionate embrace. I found myself locked in his arms, my lips pressed up against his and my already stimulated breasts touching his torso. I responded with equal passion and satisfied that I wanted sex as much as he did Joe took my hand and placed it firmly on his crotch. I gasped. His penis was rock solid and it was huge!

"God I want that," I moaned as I ran my hand lovingly along his lengthily shaft.

Joe let out a deep rumbling groan. "Do you? That's good. Oh Pippa..."

"Shush!" I placed a finger on his lips. I wanted sex with him so badly. It was more than desire; it was a need, a necessity that burned fiercely. "Joe, I want... would you...do you want..."

"To fuck you? Yes, more than anything!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Are you?"

My heart pounded in my chest. "Yes."

Joe's face lit up with the most beautiful, seductive smile I'd ever seen. He leaned in and kissed my lips for a second time. The kiss lingered, lasting forever and by the time we broke apart my head was spinning.

Joe offered me his hand, "shall we?"

I took it and with that the contract was sealed. I was about to be unfaithful to Ted for the first time and instead of feeling guilt all I felt was excitement. I'd never wanted anything as much in my life. It was like Joe was offering me all my birthday and Christmas presents all at once and I couldn't wait to get my hands on them.

We raced out of the bar and headed for the beach. It wasn't exactly private, or secluded, but it would do. The stretch of sand adjacent to the harbour was narrow and cluttered with blue sun loungers, all neatly repositioned ready for the next day's sun-worshippers. The beach was brightly illuminated by the lights on the promenade and the neon glow of the quayside bars. Only small areas were in darkness and therefore sheltered from prying eyes. Joe and I charged towards the darkest section of the beach, holding each other's hands and giggling like teenagers. I kicked my shoes off and ran barefoot with the still warm sand tickling the soles of my feet as I scuttled along.

The beach was anything but deserted and our passage between the maze of loungers disturbed writhing couples in a multitude of positions and varying states of dress. Everyone was shagging on the beach that night and I was about to join them. My heart missed a beat - was I really about to do that? Ted would never contemplate having sex with me in public and as none of the men I'd dated before Ted had ever suggested it, I'd never done it either. It was to be a night of risk-taking and firsts. Good. That would add a little passion and danger to my overly secure life...danger? I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Oh God, what am I doing?"

Panic swept through me leaving me shaking with uncertainty. Why was I willing to risk my marriage, my family, my whole secure life for a bit of danger?

Joe's hands reached around me and he pulled me into a tight embrace.

"I know Pippa, I'm nervous too. They'll never find out. There'll be no repercussions from this but if you've changed your mind I understand."

I took a deep breath. "I haven't. I want this."

"Me too." His lips found mine, parting them, his wet tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. I liked how that felt. I took his hands and placed them upon my breasts.

"Um, they are good," he murmured "can I see them?"

I melted. "Yes." I was lucky enough to have attracted Joe's attention and I was damn well going to fuck him! I undid my dress buttons, slowly, reached into my bra and popped out one of my large rounded breasts. "Do you like that?" I breathed.

"Oh yes. Take your bra off I want to see them both."

I did as I was told, slipping my dress over my shoulders then unclasping my bra to release my confined tits. I glanced around conscious that we were not concealed but no-one was looking. The couples occupying the sun loungers nearest to us were moaning loudly and far too busy enjoying their own sexual exploits to care what I was doing with Joe.

"Oh they are perfect," murmured Joe. "I want to lick them. I want to feel your nipples between my teeth."

Oh God that got my juices flowing! Joe sank to his knees in front of me and buried his head between my freely swinging boobs. He fondled them, tweaking my nipples to harden them then attacking them with his mouth. A flood of electrical energy pulsated through me as Joe sucked at my nipples, nibbling them as promised and swirling his tongue around my swollen areolas. The steadily pulsing waves of an orgasm build rapidly inside me and I failed to hold them back. My knees to give out from beneath me and sent me crashing down onto the sand.

"Oh God!"

"Are you ok?" Joe gasped.

I gave myself a minute to recover. My orgasm had only been small but it was the first I'd had in a long time and had taken me by surprise. I hadn't even started having sex yet!

"Did you just...?"

I pulled him towards me. "Oh yes, and now I want more. Fuck me. Now!"

"My pleasure!"

Joe didn't waste any time positioning his warm body on top of mine. His rigid penis pushed against my crotch, teasing my cunt with the promise of pleasures to come. I slid my hand down between Joe's legs and unbuttoned his shorts, pushing them down to release his engorged cock. My fingers made contact with his sensitive head and felt the warm, sticky pre-cum already oozing from the tip.

"Oh shit, I think I'm going to come!" Joe murmured, sounding pained.

His words stimulated me, acting like the trigger of a gun. I pushed Joe roughly onto his back, climbed on top of him and attacked his gorgeous body with kisses. His skin tasted of sweat mixed with the tang of and aftershave; masculine tastes, laced with the intoxicating scent of testosterone - highly arousing. My mouth traveling from his muscular neck downwards, past the toned pecks, the rippling stomach and on to the moist, pulsating penis which twitched repeatedly at my touch and threatened to shoot its load at any second! My lips encircled his sensitive tip whilst my hands stroked the long, solid shaft.

"Ooh, I like that," I groaned as he secreted more pre-cum into my mouth. It tasted sweet, delicious in fact. It was a flavour I loved and hadn't encountered for a while. My hands moved faster, stroking him, making him writhe and groan. I wanted more of that flavour; I wanted him to come in my mouth.

"Pippa, fuck, I'm going to come," Joe gasped.

"Good. Let it happen."

I lowered my mouth right over his penis and took in as much as I could. Joe let out an agonised cry and shot a load of sweet, sticky cream straight into my throat.

"Oh fuck, fuck...argh!" he cried as another jolting spasm sent a second shot of cum into my mouth.

It tasted heavenly. I ran the sticky liquid over my tongue like a wine connoisseur before swallowing it back. Then I licked him clean, hovering-up every drop of semen from his slowly deflating penis. I swallowed it all, relishing every drop.

"Oh Pippa, you're wonderful!" Joe sighed as he lay on the sand letting me work. "I'm sorry it was so fast, you turned me on so much..."

"Don't apologise, you've nothing to be sorry for," I cut in quickly.

"I'll make it up to you," he said, lifting his head and looking straight into my eyes. "My turn now Pippa."

"Your turn for what?"

"To make you come of course."

"I did already..." I smiled.

"Oh I know but wouldn't you like a real orgasm? Come here."

He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. Folding his arms tightly around me he kissed me, tasting the essence of his own semen in my mouth. "You're beautiful," he whispered as he gently eased my dress past my hips and let it drop onto the sand. My panties followed leaving me stark naked and exposed. I ignored my prudish instinct to cover up and let him look.

"Gorgeous," he whispered, running an appreciative gaze over my entire body. "Simply breath-taking."

He eased me towards a sun-lounger and gestured for me to lie back. Once I was in position he gently opened my legs and disappeared between my thighs.

"Oh God!"

I had to take a sharp intake of breath his warm tongue found my clitoris. Waves of pleasure washed over me, keeping time with the steady ebb of the waves on the shoreline; wave after crashing wave of intense pleasure. Suddenly Joe's fingers slipped inside me, stroking my slippery tunnel and intensifying the sensations tenfold. He withdrew again and started to rub my clitoris, gently at first the harder. All the while his tongue continued to lap and his full lips sucked at my oozing juices. The result was orgasmic, quite literally. I clamped my legs around his head as my orgasms sent me into a violent spasm and my cunt burst into flame!

"Oh fuck, yes!" I screamed out, far louder than I should have on that still occupied beach.

"Fucking yes, Joe, fucking eat me!"

Joes' head appeared briefly, a huge smile on his face before he disappeared back between my legs and his onslaught began again. I heard a few voices tittering the second time I screamed but other cries from along the beach mimicked mine!

"Was that good enough for you?" gasped Joe when he finally surfaced for air.

I groaned and writhed.

"I'll take that as a yes!" he grinned.

My hands wandered down his body, feeling him, enjoying the touch of his flesh but longing to feel that particular part of him which could further satisfy my craving for sex. The orgasms I'd had were bliss but I wasn't done. I still craved sex; stabbing penetrative sex. My hand located what I'd been searching for sending a lecherous smile across my face. He was hard again, fully engorged. I was so turned on I thought I'd burst.

"Can we?" I murmured.

"Oh yes, I want you."

Shaking with excited anticipation I repositioned myself on the sand beside my sun lounger and opened my thighs wide. My hands moved to my clit and began stroking and rubbing, hard. Joe stood over me watching me squirm with a look of satisfaction. He grasped his swollen penis, stroking it firmly as he knelt over me.

"Brace yourself," he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you hard!"

I caught my breath as Joe's substantial cock pushed against my labia and eased past, penetrating me. He pushed hard, deep inside me. His huge penis filled me completely.

"You're so tight. How can you be so tight?" he murmured.

"It's been so long I think it's re-sealed!" I joked. "Oh God!" I gasped as he began to thrust, burying his long, thick cock deep inside my slick hole. Fucking had never felt so good.

"Harder!" I cried as his cock slammed into me. "Harder you fucker!"

Anyone within a ten mile radius of that beach must have heard us fucking like demented bunnies! I could feel the stare of many eyes boring into me and a distant cameras flash had me worried but my mind was elsewhere, somewhere on another planet, another plane of existence. I'd discovered a whole new level of ecstasy and nothing could spoil my pleasure!

"Yes!" I bellowed. "Make me come!"

Joe grunted and kept thrusting, harder and deeper. "Oh, yes, I'm coming again," he groaned. "I'm close."

"Not inside me, I'm not on the pill. Do it on my tits," I urged. "Stand over me so I can see you squirt."

Joe withdrew his throbbing penis as instructed and stood over me with trembling legs. I blindingly good orgasm shook me as I watched his creamy sperm shoot from his purple cockhead and splatter across my tits. I felt the warmth as it landed on my skin and smelled its distinct aroma. Joe crumpled to the sand beside me and massaged his cream into the tender skin of my breasts. God it felt good.

"Sorry - too fast again. Fucking alcohol," Joe groaned.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. "It was perfect."

We kissed again, long and deep. Somehow that kiss felt more intimate than anything that had preceded it but it couldn't last forever. It was a farewell kiss and we both knew it.

"So what now?" I dared to ask when Joe broke away.

Joe's eyes twinkled as they reflected the light of the stars. "Race you into the sea!" he giggled childishly.

I scrambled to my feet but Joe pushed me backwards, elbowing his way past me.

"Bastard, you cheated!" I screeched as I righted myself and gave chase.

The two of us ran naked, private parts flapping, into the warm waters of the Mediterranean. We dived in, splashing around like seals and behaving like two year olds whilst the salty waters washed away the evidence of our encounter, every trace of our indiscretion. It was over. Now we had to prepare ourselves to return to our families and face whatever consequences our misdemeanours would incur.

Neither of us said much as we attempted to dry ourselves and smooth down our clothing as best we could. We both looked like we'd just been shagged on the beach and knew there was little chance of hiding it. If our partners were awake when we returned, we'd be found out. We walked back to the apartment hand in hand but no longer giggling. My heart felt heavy, not with regret strangely enough, but definitely with guilt. My husband was a good man and I shouldn't have cheated. I shouldn't have even contemplated it let alone done it. But I had and I'd loved my adulterous liaison. What did that say about my marriage?

Joe looked as troubled as me.

"Are you ok?" I asked him as we approached the apartments.

He took a deep breath and stared straight ahead. "Yes," he said, "I'm glad tonight happened. I am. It's just..."

"I know, me too."

The apartment block was soon within sight and the thud of heavy metal emanated from the pool bar. Harry must be on duty again.

"We should go separately from here," Joe muttered guiltily.

I agreed. If my husband was awake I might just be able to pass off my dishevelled appearance as a stupid midnight swim, but not if I was caught in the company of Joe. I kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Thank you," I said, "for making me feel special."

Joe ran the back of his hand lightly down my face. "You really are beautiful," he smiled. Then he turned his back and left.

I waited for a moment, mainly because I couldn't move. The mixed emotions of lust, happiness, guilt and betrayed rendered me breathless and weak. I stood frozen to the spot, relishing the memories of my passionate fling whilst simultaneously dreading facing the consequences of my actions. I waited until my racing pulse slowed then made my way back to my apartment, taking the long way around so as to avoid the pool bar.

The lift ride up to my floor seemed to take an eternity and the corridor leading to my room echoed deafeningly with every guilty footstep my sand covered high heels made. The key clattered in the lock and threw the bold with a jarring thud. I stepped inside, barely daring to breathe. I stood still, listening, my ears prickling. The lights were all off and Ted was still asleep. I could hear his snores, soft and slow. I breathed a sigh of relief as I found my note untouched where I'd left it. Even my glass of wine was still on the balcony. Nothing had been touched, Ted had not woken.

I carefully disposed of my note at the bottom of the bin then silently undressed, hiding my soiled clothes in the dirty washing bag. Then I showered, scrubbing off the salt and sand along with the odour of sex. My shower didn't wake my sleeping husband, nor did he stir when I slipped into bed beside him. Ted wouldn't forgive an affair any more than I'd forgive him if he did it to me. It appeared, however, that I'd got away with it. He need never know.