Lisa closed her eyes and tried to remember every second of her dance with Craig last night. They had been at a small dinner party at the beach. She had gone with her mother and hadn't dressed to impress anyone. After all, everyone there knew everyone else. What she didn't know was that Craig's wife had passed away since she had seen him last, and this was supposed to be his first outing since the funeral.
Now Craig was quite a man. A former Navy SEAL, he had kept fit after retirement, and he often elicited silent moans from the women in their circle, and now he was "available." He had dressed casually for the dinner, and looked just as good as the friends had remembered.
Lisa only knew that, when he had asked her to dance, her heart didn't return to its normal pace until after she got home. The slow music had allowed him to hold her tightly and feel for herself just how fit he was. His chest seemed to be made of steel, and his arms encircled her completely, giving her safe feeling she had not felt in a long time. His thighs were strong, yet supple, and when their hips brushed, she could swear she felt an erection.
This thought brought her to reality-lying in her bed with one hand rubbing her excited clitoris and the other pulling her nipples. If she could only get Craig alone, she knew she could bring the smile back to his face. Even though he was as old as her Dad, Lisa felt that Craig was a pretty good specimen of a mature lover, and could probably thrill her as no young surfer dude could.
Lisa would have to be classified as a complete beach babe. Long, golden hair, dark, year-round tan, and a tight, toned body were just the beginning. It seemed that every inch of her body was curved sexily. Her tits were a luscious 36-DD and she had an ass to match. When she began to develop her killer body, she lost her modesty. Short skirts, tight tops, sheer dresses, it didn't matter-Lisa was a born exhibitionist. She absolutely loved flaunting her body, but she loved fucking even more.
Losing her virginity during her first year in college, Lisa had perfected the art of seduction. She knew how to use her body to its greatest advantage, dressing for maximum exposure and the promise of sensual delights. She had always worn the skimpiest bikinis available, and her tan lines were part of her awesome sex appeal. At age twenty-five and the veteran of a bad marriage, she had begun to be a little more exclusive in her choice of lovers. Now, she had Craig in her sights as her next conquest.
Lisa's fingers began to strum her clitoris as her body began to pull her up the slope of her passion. Now, just rubbing her nipples gave her the pleasure she wanted, and as she slipped two fingers into her moist cunt, she began to moan and writhe. Fingerfucking herself slowly, she pulled her breast to her mouth and sucked her nipple back to its erect state. Biting it, she mashed her clit with her thumb and brought herself to her first orgasm of the day.
Smiling to herself, her eyes half closed, she thought aloud, "Well, Mr. Craig, the next one's yours."
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Craig had finally decided to move forward after his wife's death, and the beach seemed the best place to do it. He loved it and his wife had detested the place, so there were few great memories, and the people here were much more open and friendly than in the city. His circle of friends had dwindled, due to divorce, family changes and all the other stuff that makes up life, but there was enough companionship for the time being.
An amateur chef, Craig had decided to make soup and distribute to his friends. He was in the downstairs kitchen when his phone alerted him to an incoming text which read, "Whatcha doin' big boy?" He saw that it was from Lisa and thought back to their dance last night. Feeling his cock tingle, he smiled as he told her he was making soup.
"Need a little help?" she asked.
"Sure," he sent back and, when the phone was silent a few minutes, he turned back to peeling vegetables. Shortly, Lisa walked into the kitchen, wearing a t-shirt and flip-flops. As it was a little chilly, her nipples were poking the fabric of the shirt into very nice tents, which Craig noticed immediately.
He had watched Lisa go from being a cute, sexy teenager to a very beautiful, sexy woman. Every move of here sensuous body exuded sex and here she was, looking like a teen wannabe, but definitely putting out a woman's vibes. "Hope I didn't startle you," she said, as she leaned in to kiss his cheek, making sure to press her nipples into his shoulder. He was wearing a swimsuit and no shirt, allowing her to drink in his sculpted torso, thinking just how great it would feel against her chest.
"Oh, no. I wasn't expecting you this quickly," he told her. "So, what's up?"
"Nothing. Just felt like you might need some company. I know how to make soup, and thought you might like some help," she said, as she began washing vegetables in the sink. She leaned to turn off the water, and the hem of her t-shirt rose up on her round asscheeks.
Craig noticed, but didn't say anything, thinking, "This vixen is here to seduce me. Maybe I'll let her have some fun."
He sat at the table and began peeling tomatoes, turning his back to the delightful scene at the sink. Lisa noticed and made it a point to splash plenty of water, most of it hitting the front of her t-shirt. "Oh shit, this water's cold!" she squealed, as she turned around.
When Craig turned, he was pleasantly surprised. Lisa's t-shirt had become almost transparent, showing both of her perfect breasts through a veil of fabric that she was pulling down, making the view even better. If possible, her nipples stood out even more than before.
He smiled, and said, "Would you like me to get you a dry shirt?"
