I was at very low ebb after my wife left me, so I took myself off for a holiday in the sun in southern Spain. Forty-years-old and suddenly alone, I was at some kind of crisis point, needed to think and rest. But when I got there a deep lethargy set in. I read a lot and walked in the Andalusia hills, ate long meals and got drunk alone in little restaurants. I did spend a fair amount of time on the beach, swimming and getting myself a tan.
Mel's last words to me as she walked out the door will tell you all you need to know about why my marriage failed. If memory serves me well they went: "You're sweet Jamie, but I need a man, you know a real man. Rob is a man and he can take care of me. He's huge, his cock, and sometimes he's not very sweet in just the right way. Do you understand? Maybe not. I'm sorry Jamie. Goodbye, good luck." I was speechless. She gave me a condescending peck on the lips, a little hug, a half smile, and then, dismissing all sentiment, Mel looked up into the sky about to rain and left.
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Four weeks later, I lay on my beach towel trying to take in every detail of the beautiful Mediterranean coast, sea and sky ranged before me. I loved the limitless, deep blue sky. I'd found myself a perfect secluded spot among the shrubs and dunes, high up on a beach that was not busy that late in the season. The sun was hot and there was a strong breeze.
I was thinking of Mel and her big-cocked, lover back in London and got one of my little stony erections - all three inches of it, tented in my tight swimming shorts. I know my cock's precise dimensions, flaccid, erect and post-coital because Mel often insisted on measuring me. Part of the regular, ritual humiliations.
Just then, a gorgeous, brown-skinned girl, maybe 18 years old, in a t-shirt and bikini pants strode through the dunes towards me. She was slim and athletic, boyish in build, with short brown hair. She had small high tits, and her hard pointy nipples were clearly defined against the cotton of her top. She had a wide grin on her face. Lost in my reminiscences, it didn't occur to me to link her smile to the little tent in my shorts until she was right beside me. I turned quickly onto my stomach, flustered and humiliated.
She strode on by, laughing now. "Hey there big boy," she greeted me breezily.
I lay on my stomach, crushing my erection against the towel, red faced and hot with embarrassed. I thought about getting off the beach quickly or moving to another spot, but for some reason I stayed. The whole thing was quite funny really. What must she be thinking? What a sad little man I must have appeared to her. Was she giggling with a friend right now about the pin-dicked guy in the dunes? There it was again - my penis, my inadequacy, for all to see. You could probably see it in my face anyway, in my diffident manner. Can a woman tell from looking at a man's face that he's still a little boy where it really matters? Will a woman, maybe instinctively, know what she is dealing with and that she can treat a little man differently? Is a woman ever satisfied with a small man, however much he tries to please her, however suited they are in other ways? A little time passed as all this ran through my mind. I lost my erection and turned onto my back again. I lay there losing myself again in the deep blue sky, those wispy high clouds, when suddenly the girl in the t-shirt loomed into my view.
"Hello again," she smiled down at me. "I bought you a drink. Can I join you?"
I sat up bewildered, but took the lemonade as she sat on the sand opposite me.
"Thank you."
"I'm Lucy."
"Hi, I'm Jamie."
"I'm sorry," she smiled, "but I couldn't help but notice your little erection. I've never seen one like that, so tiny, on a man."
"Yes it is small, I know," I said testily.
"It's absolutely minute, Jamie! Can I see it, please? We're well hidden here. No-one will see."
This was the weirdest conversation I'd ever had with a stranger - this amazing young woman, half my age, so full of youthful confidence and shamelessness. Somehow, within seconds of sitting down, uninvited, she had me cornered, had asked me to show her my little penis. Lucy was tall and slim, clearly very fit, like a ballet dancer. She had a beguiling open face, really cute rather than beautiful. There was nothing aggressive in her manner, and nothing sneering. She was amused and wanted to see my little thing. Her ease, her lack of embarrassment, was fabulous.
"No. You can't see..."
"Please. I'll show you my tits, or my cunt if you like. I'm just curious. Please don't be embarrassed."
I looked away.
Lucy lent forward suddenly and her hand grabbed my whole package, squeezing down hard. I tried to pull her hand away, but she squeezed harder. I gave a little yelp in pain. Suddenly she was cross.
"Listen to me Jamie. You are going to do as you're told." For the first time an edge of anger, of hostility came into her voice. "Little men like you should be obedient and eager to please. Understand?"
Lucy looked at me sternly, absolute conviction in her steely blue eyes. She let go of my dick and balls, and pulled her t-shirt off in one fluid move, revealing her breasts. She looked down at herself and ran her palms slowly back and forth over her little mounds, then pinched her nipples and pulled them away from her chest into cones. She smiled at me, took a deep breath.
"See... I've barely got tits. But I think they look wonderful and they're very sensitive. Now be a good boy Jamie. Lie back, lift your knees and spread them wide. I'm just going to examine you. Imagine... I'm a nurse or something. Okay?"
"Okay," I whispered back.
I lay back, propped up a bit on my elbows. I pulled my knees up, set my feet apart and spread my legs. Then she looked at me again - those unyielding eyes - and shook her head.
"No, no. You'd best take off your trunks, please."
Polite, but this was a direct order. I considered getting up, gathering my things, walking away. Lucy would not have been able to stop me. But somehow I couldn't really think for long down that track. It would have been rude, after she'd bought me a lemonade, after she asked so nicely. Suddenly I did want to please her. Lucy let me take my time, waited patiently for me to process what was happening. My hands, shaking a little now, went down and I wriggled out of my trunks and lay them aside. She kept her eyes on mime as I did this. I lay back again and spread my legs for her, my submission to her completed, made tangible, at the moment my legs fell open to reveal my tiny dick.
Lucy scooted up and sat cross-legged millimetres from my crotch. She picked each of my legs up in turn and draped them over her thighs. We couldn't have been closer, more intimately entwined.
