I live near a river, and sometimes at the end of a long day of work I'll take a chair out there and sit a little ways out into the water, sunbathing in the waning sun and letting the cool river water run over my feet and lower legs.
One early evening last week, I was sitting out there in the sun, listening to music on my phone, sunglasses on, taking in the warmth of the setting sun and sipping on a thermos of wine. I opened my eyes at one point and noticed a man standing on the water's edge, maybe 20 feet from me. He was maybe mid-50s, so probably about 15 years or more older than me, a fairly prominent gut, but a disarming demeanor. He was standing there with his hands in his jeans pockets when I opened my eyes and looked in his direction, and he smiled broadly and gave a friendly wave.
At first I was a little startled, but I also had a pretty nice buzz going and was in a friendly mood. We had a conversation, though one that seemed to go on far too long. After shooting the shit for maybe 20 minutes or so, I started to get the feeling he was interested in a little more than friendly conversation with a stranger, though he still seemed harmless enough.
I continued chatting with him for a few more minutes, but also gave him signals I wasn't there to make any new "friends." I asked him about his family life, if he was married, kids, etc. I mentioned that I live nearby with my girlfriend and we often come out here together, and thankfully he got the hint before too long and went on his way.
"Friendly enough guy, but wow, he seems pretty forward about having a gay hookup with a stranger," I thought to myself, as I turned my music back on and took another sip of wine.
It started running through my mind that this might be some kind of hookup spot where people go to meet strangers and have casual encounters. I had heard about places like this, from both gay and straight friends, but had never been to one myself.
"Interesting." I thought. "I wonder if there are actually any places like that around here?" I ruminated on this as a sipped my wine, occasionally opening my eyes just enough to see the beautiful sunset in front of me as my buzz became more and more pleasant.
After about 10 more minutes I noticed some movement on the shore out of the corner of my eye. I felt a bit of nervousness as I assumed the man had come back with plans to make a more direct proposal of some evening activities with me.
I turned my head and looked over toward the shore, and I saw a black woman standing there under a tree, about 30 feet back from the water's edge. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a pink blouse, and I was struck by the deep blackness of her skin. I couldn't see her very clearly given the distance and given the wine, but I could tell she was beautiful. She was a little heavyset but she wore the extra weight well, she was covered in curves in all the right places.
I laid there with my head turned toward her, still sunning myself, looking at her through my sunglasses and the pleasant haze of my buzz. For about 20 seconds we both sat there motionless. I was trying to figure out if she was just getting some fresh air or trying to get my attention, and in retrospect I know she was waiting to see if we were actually making eye contact.
Then, as I sat unmoving in the descending sunlight, I watched her slowly reach down to her waist and take hold of the hem of her shirt. She slowly lifted it high above her bra, and then took hold of her bra and pulled it down, revealing her beautiful ebony breasts and deep brown nipples.
At first I wasn't sure if I was really seeing this. I had a great buzz going by that time and I literally wasn't sure if I could believe my eyes.
I sat up a little in my chair, turning toward her a bit more so I was facing directly toward her. As she watched me turn more in her direction, she cupped her breasts in both hands, slowly massaging and squeezing them, and pinching and pulling at her nipples.
By this time it was clear that I was definitely seeing what I thought I was seeing. I stared at her intently as she continued massaging her thick, luscious tits, and I felt my balls tingling unexpectedly. Not unexpectedly because I was surprised to be aroused by a strange woman massaging her large breasts for me by the waterfront, but unexpectedly because I hadn't had the foggiest idea anything like this would possibly happen tonight.
As I marveled at the idea that nothing like this had ever happened to me before, I saw her lift one hand toward me and raise her index finger, wagging it in her direction.
"Holy shit, she wants me to come over there," I thought, as I felt my dick start to tingle and grow thicker.
My heart started beating harder in my chest at the idea that I may be about to have a sudden and totally unexpected encounter with a complete stranger. I turned my head forward again and closed my eyes, taking a moment to gather my thoughts.
"Am I really going to do this?" I thought to myself. I've had my share on hookups, casual sex, etc, but never once had I had a total stranger whip out her tits like that without us every having passed a word to each other.
I felt a little nervous but there was no way I was going to let those magnificent breasts get away. Resolved to take advantage of the situation that had so suddenly presented itself to me, I opened my eyes and turned toward the beach again, only to see that she was gone.
Disappointment flooded my mind as I assumed that the minute or so I had taken to close my eyes and gather my thoughts had given her the impression that I wasn't interested and she moved on, just like the guy I was chatting with earlier.
I looked over the empty beachfront and quickly decided to get up and see if she was still around. I left my chair in the water and walked toward the waterfront, then found my flip-flops and put them back on.
I walked up toward the tree I had seen her standing under in the first place, and where she definitely wasn't standing anymore. There were a few narrow foot paths leading into the underbrush between the waterfront and the parking lot. I looked to my left and right, not sure if there was still a chance this was going to happen.
I was just about to give up when I looked to my right and saw a small movement through the brush and branches. Maybe 50 or 60 feet away, I saw an arm waving back and forth in the air. I looked harder and saw that the arm was waving me in that direction.
My nervousness came back as I realized this was the woman who had been standing on the beach flashing her tits and squeezing and massaging them for me, and she not only was still interested, but was just a few seconds' walk down a footpath and waiting for me.
I took a deep breath and set off in her direction, keeping my eyes on her as I followed the winding path toward her through the low-hanging brush and branches. She became clearer and clearer as I passed through the wilderness, her beautiful black face looking at me intently as I approached.
As I got closer, I saw that she still had her shirt pulled up, her heavy breasts still spilling over the top of her bra. Her nipples were large and soft in the warm evening air, and a deep, mouth-watering brown.
I walked up and stood directly in front of her. I'm a little ashamed to say I didn't even briefly take my eyes away from her gorgeous breasts until I was standing maybe three feet away from her. But at the same time, she had pulled those same magnificent breasts out and squeezed and massaged them for me, a complete and total stranger, so I didn't feel too guilty that I was so mesmerized by them.
Finally I broke away my enchanted gaze and looked up at her face. As I mentioned earlier, she carried some extra weight, but she was genuinely beautiful. She was definitely younger than me, probably mid-20s or so.
I got the feeling that she was looking for attention, because she had a hint of purple eyeliner on, and deep red lipstick, and some kind of blush on her face that made her look like a black porcelain doll. I'm not sure if that's the right term, but the skin on her face looked so smooth and perfect that I knew it had to have been some kind of make-up.
As I approached her, she was still holding her breasts in her hands, watching my every move. She gave her tits one last tight squeeze as I closed the distance between us, her eyes never leaving mine, and my eyes never leaving her tits until I was close enough to touch them.
She knew the effect she was having on me, and from her sly smile, I could tell she enjoyed it.
Her arms dropped to her sides as I approached her, and she stood there with her breasts naked in the warm evening air, her nipples pointing directly at me, almost yearningly.
I stopped when there was maybe a foot of space between us, both of our arms hanging loosely at our sides, me shirtless in a pair of board shorts, and her in her jeans, her cute pink top pulled up over her bra and her bra pulled down to reveal those beautiful ebony breasts.
We locked eyes for a moment, wordlessly communicating our mutual arousal, and without taking my eyes away from hers, both of us with our mouths slightly open, I slowly reached up with both hands and placed them on her breasts.
Her head tilted forward slightly as I squeezed her tits, her eyes never leaving mine. I could hear her inhaling deeply as I gently pushed her breasts together, her nipples framed between my thumbs and forefingers, bulging out toward me.
I'm taller than average, just over six feet, so I was a good six inches or so taller than her. By this point, we were so close together that her bulging nipples were actually touching my chest, and her face was turned steeply up toward mine and my face steeply down toward hers.