see my two colleagues series for context.
The alluring smell of the beach wafted into the large room and over the executives gathered. Another day, another business conference. At least one could get away to beach to refresh and reset. That was what Michelle was thinking as she glanced at her watch. Ten minutes later and it was time for a break. She gathered her things and raced to her room. Stripping from her suit, she quickly changed into a yellow bikini and caught a glimpse her toned and fit figure in the mirror. To hell with the next session. She would skip it. Nobody would notice in a room of 250 people anyway. It was time for the sea she thought as she hurried out of her room.
Two minutes later she broke onto the sand from a line of palm trees and a well-manicured path and headed for the clear green tinted water. Dropping her small bag on the sand, she stepped in and when the water was deep enough, about mid-thigh, dove in.
Michelle luxuriated in the cool water as it provided sweet relief from the tropical heat. It was just the tonic she needed after a day and half of a monotonous business conference that had no end in sight. It would be a long week.
She swam around, enjoying the isolation and the gentle undulation of the sea as it ebbed and flowed around her. Yes, she thought as the water relaxed her, she would come to the beach each afternoon for some me time.
After half an hour under the blazing sun she figured it was time to go. No point getting burned. Feeling great, the sea always made her just a little randy, and thoroughly relaxed she exited the water. Perhaps a solo session with her trusty vibrator she thought absently as she walked to collect her bag.
At the end of the beach she spotted with a small shower hut for washing off the salt of the sea. Being such a warm day, she discarded the idea of toweling off and decided to dry in the sun. She removed her top and threw it in her bag as she walked toward the shower hut. The warm sun on her small firm breasts made her body tingle slightly and she embraced the peaceful solitude of the quiet beach and the soft rustle of the lapping waves. It was turning out to be a good afternoon she mused as the sand squeaked beneath her feet.
Being small and lithe, she quietly made her way to the shower hut to rinse the sea salt from her body. Rounding the back, she was startled to find somebody already inside with the sound of the running water. She stood and waited figuring it would be free in a minute or so and turned her gaze back to the green water and the golden sand.
A few minutes later she realized the water was running but nobody had come out. Her interest piqued, she strained her ears and noted that the sound of the water had not changed. In fact, it didn't sound like there was anybody under the water at all. The hut sounded empty. Maybe somebody had left the shower on earlier. She decided to go in.
She had taken about three steps inside when she saw the back of a man. It took her a millisecond to take it all in. His head was resting, nestled on an arm, and he stood leaning against the timber wall of the hut. He was looking through an open window toward the sea, facing away from her. He was silently but purposefully jerking his cock. He spat into the palm of his hand and continued with a soft grunt.
She stopped in her tracks knowing immediately who it was by the taught body. It was Harry, the guy from sales. He must have already been here she thought to herself.
Damn, the devil must have seen her walking, tits out as it were, up the beach. How sexy to find him like his. His calf muscles were taught, his buttocks tight and his back widened up to broad shoulders. Was that water or sweat on his skin she wondered? Either way, her mind was made up. She moved in like a panther.
"So do you want a hand with that?" she asked in a low playful voice.
Startled, he turned around trying in vain to hide his erection. Panic was etched on his face until his eyes and brain registered that Michelle was actually now in front of him. She was basically naked save her tiny yellow bikini bottoms. Her warm Asiatic skin was light mocha and her smallish breasts, capped by very pointed nipples, glistened with light beads of sweat. She didn't seem to care she was half naked in front of him and this made her even sexier than he had remembered.
He kept a hand over his cock, but it was to no avail. There was no way he could contain what she knew to be a very nice, very hard cock. Nor could he hide the lust in his eyes.
"I am going to help you out, but I don't want to hear a word from you," she ordered as she walked up to him putting a hand in his chest.
Their eyes were locked. She reached up and pulled him down to her face. Her lips hungrily devoured his and their tongues were soon entwined. They had flirted for years and at the last conference, about a year ago, she had fucked him in his hotel room after a swim in the pool. And here he was again. Hard. Ready. Hers.
Michelle felt his broad back and ran her hands over his firm buttocks shaped by years of athletics training. God, I am going to enjoy this she thought, I am going to drain him.
"So you were watching me walk up the beach and decided you'd have a jerk you dirty pervert," she chided as he began to nuzzle her neck.
"I guess you want fuck me real bad after watching me walk up here with my tits out so it's only fair that I get to have some fun with you," she teased smiling at him.
"Shut up and say nothing and I just might let you have what you want," she added.
As they kissed her hands made their way over his pecs and down his stomach. Not back for 45 she thought, not bad at all. Harry had started to tremble under her touch and reveled in the sensation as Michelle's small hand closed around his rabid cock. One hand moved to cup his heavy balls as the other stroked ever so slowly up and down his long shaft. About a good six half inches and nice and thick she estimated. And very hard too.
Michelle loved the size of his cock. Perfect. There would be no need for the rabbit in the hotel room tonight she figured. This cock would be hers once more. But first she had to take charge. This would happen on her terms.
"I am going to make you cum like you haven't in a long time you naughty boy," she gloated, "fancy being our age and still jerking off like a teenager watching a woman swim at the beach".
He groaned quietly under her touch.
Michelle heard the birds singing in the trees behind the shower and dreamily thought about how nice it felt to have his cock in her hand. She would soon have it in her mouth but first she wanted to play with it. Dominate it. Own it.
It made her pussy tingle to think that she was also behaving like a teenager even though she, like Harry was in her mid-forties.
"I am going to tell you a little story. But the deal is you have to shut up and do nothing but listen. Don't touch me, don't move. Just stay quiet," she ordered.
Harry nodded dumbly.
