Seaside Conquest
It had been another hot day on the Norfolk Coast. And even at 8.00 p.m. it was still warm enough for holiday makers and locals to stroll along the promenade or sit on the small wall alongside. Like me, a lot of people at the small seaside resort of Sidesands owned holiday homes or caravans or rented them out week by week. I'm early retired myself and live with my dog Rusty in luxury cabin residence just off the front. Walking my dog gives me the chance to meet and talk with some of the folks down here and that was good because, otherwise, I would have spent a lot of time on my own.
I first met Dave and Jenny at the beach area when our respective dogs began chasing each other and we couldn't get them apart. Soon, we were into conversation, exchanging small talk, and when I encountered them again, sitting on the promenade wall later that evening, we continued where we left off. They were friendly and easy to talk to and like me probably glad of a little company.
Jenny was a fine looking woman. An attractive auburn haired beauty, who I judged to be in her late twenties or early thirties. She was wearing a summer dress that showed off her very ample breasts. It was difficult to avoid looking at them. She was sitting there with Dave, her partner. and, I was standing over them, with one foot on the wall looking straight down her significant cleavage. And when she bent over to stroke my dog, I saw practically everything she had. Her breasts were truly magnificent. After a few minutes of this, I had a firm hard-on, so I covered up my embarrassment by offering to take them for a drink. So, after tying up the dogs outside the pub, we settled in a corner booth. I still had a nice view of Jenny's glorious tits but this time my bulge was out of sight.
As we talked, it became apparent that my new friends were very much "down on their luck." Apparently, various debts had forced them to sell up and rent a small caravan on the nearby site.
"It suited our circumstances fine," said Dave, "so we took it. It was all we could afford really."
Jenny looked on glumly, through wisps of reddish hair, her green eyes glancing between Dave and myself.
I sensed that she was about to cry, so I reached across and patted the back of her hand sympathetically. It seemed to help and between them they related their sad little story.
It was a case of business gone bad, poor investments etc. I was a former bank manager and I had heard it all before. Basically, they were broke and struggling from day to day. I risked another look at that lovely bosom which was heaving up and down with emotion. My cock had still not lost its hardness and my imagination ran wild. A pretty lady so vulnerable and in distress always did that to me.
Dave was desperately looking for a job and I happened to know the owner of a local shoe factory not far away. I promised to put in a good word for him. We parted as friends and they pointed out where they were living on a nearby caravan park. In return, I showed them where my holiday home was situated and told them they were welcome any time. As they walked away, I turned to have a last look at Jenny. She had a superb pair of legs, there was no doubt about that. I also noticed her alluring walk which made her hips slightly sway from side to side. What a sexy girl!
I must confess I had the most evil thoughts as I lay in bed that night, all centring on the physical attributes of the lovely lady I had met that day. I couldn't stop thinking about her.
The next day, after a morning phone call, I was able to call at their caravan and tell Dave that he had an interview at the factory as a machine operator and half an hour later, he was speeding off in his battered excuse for a car, leaving me and Jenny waving him off.
I hung around as Jenny did a bit of clearing up. Their tacky caravan was clearly too small for them, she tearfully explained. Then she was sobbing in my arms as I comforted her and stroked her lovely hair. Her life was coming apart and all I could think about was getting my hands on her firm generous breasts.
That morning, she was wearing shorts and a bikini top and looked sensational. She still seemed upset at things, so I gave her another hug, as she cried softly. Then I kissed her on the forehead and cheekily slid my hand up to her left breast. Her eyes widened in surprise and pushed herself away from me. I was very disappointed, but, then it dawned on me that she had broken away because there was someone at the door. I heard her talk to her visitor, then she came back to me.
"It's the site manager," she whispered. "He wants the rent and I haven't got it. If we don't pay him today, we're off the site. She was looking at me and I knew she was agitated and wanted my help."
"How much is it?" I asked.
"It's £40 per week and we owe him for two weeks."
"So it's £80?"
"Yes," she confirmed.
"O.K then," I said, taking out my wallet and peeling off £80 in twenties.
She put out her hand for the notes, but, I held them back.
"Yes, but what do I get," I asked leering at her cleavage.
The site manager was knocking again, "Mrs Brown? Are you there?"
She made up her mind fast. "Alright," she conceded, tapping her breast lightly, "you can play with these. I know you want them."
"Anytime I want?" I said, driving a hard bargain.
"Yes," she hissed, angry that she was giving more than she wanted to. I gave her the money. She promptly opened the door, gave the money to the site manager and came back with the receipt.
I moved towards her, ready to collect on what she had promised me.
"Wait," she said. "I need a shower."
So all I could do was watch her, as she grabbed a towel and waited for me to leave.
"I'll come to your place, later." she said, showing me out and locking the door.
I went across to my cabin and waited for over 40 minutes, a frustrated man.
I had begun to think that she was going to let me down, when I heard a light tap on the door. I opened it up and let her in. Her perfume wafted up to my nostrils and my erection returned with a vengeance. She had fastened her hair up high and was still wearing her shorts and a bikini top. She looked wonderful.
"What about a drink," I offered.
"Oh, white wine would be nice," she mumbled, nervously.
So, I got us a couple of glasses from a bottle I had in the fridge. I felt it was important to get things on a civilised footing.
I let her drink half of it, then went and sat beside her on the sofa. I tried to take my time, but I was too excited as I fumbled with her bikini top hook and got it unfastened.
There was a glorious moment as her large breasts tumbled free and settled back on her chest. I licked my lips and stared at them, mesmerised. She was blushing, profusely and barely heard her say something....
"You must think I'm a proper tramp trading my body for rent money like this," she told me, shamefaced and blushing. "I swear I've never ever had to do anything like this before."
At that point, I suppose a gentleman would have apologised to her and released her from any obligations. But, I was no gentleman and as I have told you, the sight of a damsel in distress, just gives an edge to my lust
"Look," I said. "Just think of it as a kindness between friends. It won't go any further I can assure you."
This seemed to appease her, although, inevitably, the tears were running down her cheeks.
So, without further delay, I took one of them in my big clumsy hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. My dream had come true. And the next half an hour were like a blur as the red mist of lust descended on me. I squeezed them, stroked them, licked them, kissed them, teased and tormented the life out of her hard nipples. On and on I kept on handling them, until finally, she stood up.
"I think Dave's back. I've just heard his car."
She got dressed quickly, replacing those beautiful breasts back into her bikini top. Minutes later, I watched her skip across the site between the houses and caravans and back to her own. I watched her delightfully shaped arse sway invitingly as she ran.
