She couldn't have been a day over eighteen and here I was, sliding down the hard side of fifty, but there was no mistaking the look of wild hunger in her eyes, pointing right at me!
Now, even in my better days I had never considered myself handsome. I always thought of myself as "OK", no looks to brag about, but nothing to be ashamed of, either. After half a century, though, I had picked up a few pounds here and there, and my chins had started to multiply.
Most of the time, when young girls noticed me at all, they usually frowned as if to deny me the right to even look at their beauty. Sometimes, they even seemed to be afraid of me, if there was no one else around. All in all, I was quite unprepared for this dazzling display of invitation.
She was one of those girls who seems almost to be bursting with youth and sensuality. Her high, round breasts were pointed at the sky and jiggled only slightly when she walked even though it was obvious from the jutting nipples that she had nothing to support them under the cutoff tee shirt top.
Her white shorts were very, very white, and very, very short. The lips of her pussy were spread on either side of the seam running up the front of the shorts, ending just below her navel.
The sun had been kind to her, bleaching her hair that golden blonde that only seems to happen in Southern California and all the skin that was visible bore an even shade of mahogany.
A dazzlingly white set of choppers and eyes the color of the deepest ocean were framed by all this unbelievable collection of goodies.
I was almost afraid to look directly at her lest she take offense and move away, but she seemed to be staring at me with a definite come-hither look on her fantastic face.
At first, I assumed she was looking at someone else over my shoulder, but there was no one there. Then I began to think that maybe she had me confused with someone else.
As it turned out, none of my assumptions proved correct as she came right up to me and said, "Hey man, I'd like really like to swallow some of your cum, like, you know?"
In the next few microseconds my stunned brain tried desperately to make some semblance of sense out of these events. The only situation that seemed to fit the facts was that she must be a pro. Here I was thinking that I was actually attractive to a teen goddess such as this when she was only plying her trade.
"Sorry, I gave at the office", I replied blithely, regret and disappointment flavoring my well modulated tones.
"Like, hey man, I ain't no hooker or nothing. I just really dig that bulge in your jeans, like, you know?"
Oh, boy, just my luck. This absolutely could not be actually happening to me, but I was running out of reasons to disbelieve it. But wait! A little voice was beginning to scream in my ear. It told me that no self respecting beach bunny was just going to give me her whole bag of good stuff just because it would drive me into shimmering giggle fits all over. She must have a partner and they were setting me up to roll me, or worse.
"Honey, you look like a candy store and an ice cream shop all rolled into one. You'll have to forgive me if I'm not completely used to this kind of treatment. Can you give me some reason to believe that you're seriously interested in gnawing the old dork?"
"OK, OK, like hey man you're really uptight, you know?", she replied, giving her bursting tits a little wiggle which resulted in creating a serious hazard to my poor prick which was trying desperately to swell even larger.
She was way too close to me to be able to see it, but she must have had eyes in her cunt because she knowingly reached out and gave old John Henry a little squeeze, right there in the open.
I was too intoxicated to be very concerned with what the casual bystander might think about our encounter. If this piece of fantasy was determined to get my cherry, I was in no mood to stand in her way. She could give me a blow job right there on the street if she really had her heart set on it. I would simply deal with whatever consequences came afterwards.
"Come on", she urged, "let's get to your car so I can find out whether that log you're growing will fit past my tonsils."
I have never been one to deny a lady her heart's desire, so with a muted sob I broke into a run toward my car, half carrying, half pushing her and dragging her when she stumbled.
The thoughts of running my hands up under that tantalizing crop top to squeeze those delicious globes was causing my fists to clench and unclench painfully. On reaching the car, I tore the handle on the driver's side off completely in my haste to get inside.
After watching me fumble ineptly for several seconds with the key, she finally took pity on me and got the car opened. Shoving me behind the wheel, she instructed me to head for the freeway and settled herself down on the seat where she had full access to my jealously guarded crotch.
