It's a beautiful day at the Jersey shore. I'm lounging at the rail overlooking the beach watching the eye candy wander by. Beautiful young women pass me, an endless parade of taut young bodies at the peak of desirability. A blond teenager, no more than 17 struts past me on the boardwalk, her firm young ass barely covered by a tiny pink bikini. On the beach another young lovely stands and stretches, presenting her full round breasts and flat tummy to anyone who cares to look. It's an endless cornucopia of flesh. Tonight I will be fucking one of these girls.
Lust is an incredible motivator. A year ago a friend and I were ogling the young beauties on the beach and bemoaning the fact that we could no longer attract such women. We were, after all, middle-aged men in our forties and not particularly successful financially. Certainly our physical condition was not on par with the muscular young studs that often accompanied the objects of our desire. What could we offer these girls? They would remain forever out of our reach.
Later that night I sat alone in a boardwalk bar sipping a beer. The place wasn't that crowded. Four young ladies came in dressed for a night in the clubs. They were all giggling and obviously a little drunk. I watched and listened to them for a while. They were talking about their adventures that night and the guys who had tried to pick them up. I was reminded of my own wild times when I was that age. On a whim I sent them a round of drinks. The girls accepted the drinks (of course) and looked over to thank me. They were used to strange men buying them drinks and they didn't bother to contain their giggles when they saw the old guy who had just purchased the round. One of the ladies was polite enough to come over and say hello.
Holly teasingly asked if I was trying to pick her and her friends up. No, I laughed. Just remembering 'when'. "That's sweet." She said and kissed me on the cheek. Her friends shrieked with laughter. We chatted for a few moments and Holly went to rejoin her friends. I had another beer and they went to scope out the other guys at the bar.
When I finished my beer I left the bar and walked down the sparsely populated boardwalk. I saw a young lady leaning against the beach rail. I wandered closer so that I could check out the goods. Nice. Her tight red party dress stretched tight across the firm round globes of he ass. As I drew closer I could see that it was my friend Holly from the bar, suffering from a little too much party time. I stepped up to the rail a couple of feet from her, trying not to startle her.
"You OK?" I asked.
She looked up and smiled wanly as she recognized me. "I think I drank too much." She said, stating the obvious. "My friends still want to hang out bit I think I'm done."
"I'm heading out, myself." I said. "Can I give you a ride?"
Holly looked uncertain for a moment, then accepted my offer. She stumbled as we started walking and I put my arm around her waist to steady her. At first she stiffened at my touch and the she relaxed into me. We walked slowly to my SUV and I was savoring the feel of this lovely 22 year old in my arms. Holly hugged me for support as we walked, her head resting against my shoulder. Her long dark hair looked beautiful in the moonlight and the scent of her perfume was causing me to become aroused. My hand crept lower on her hip.
Holly steered us towards the beach and looked out at the moon hanging low over the sea. Looking out at the empty beach she suddenly pulled away from me. Taking me by the hand she led me down the beach and under the boardwalk. Pulling me down to the sand she came into my arms again. "Me and my friends have been down here all week. We've gone dancing and drinking and partied but do you know what I haven't done?" she asked. "Gotten laid!"
Holly took my hands and placed them on her full breasts. "Fuck the shit out of me! I really want some cock!" she growled. I didn't need any more encouragement. We pulled desperately at each others' clothes. Holly wrapped her legs around me as I slid my cock into her pussy. I sucked her tits as I rammed into her again and again. The harder I fucked her the better she liked it. I rubbed her clit as we screwed and she squealed as she orgasmed. She rose up on her knees and presented her smooth young ass to me. "Do me doggie!" she hissed.
I leaned in and started licking her sweet ass and trust my tongue as deep as I could into her puckered asshole. I rimmed her for a couple of minutes before I slid back into her pussy again. Holly pushed back against me as I pounded her. Our sounds of passion had to be audible on the boardwalk above us and I had a momentary image of the Seaside cops arresting us. Holly was frantically rubbing her clit her head down in the sand. Her body tensed and she was moaning "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! Oooh, yeah! I'm gonna cum!"
My own orgasm was building up quickly and I was about to shoot. I looked down at Holly's sweet behind and slipped my middle finger up her ass. She let out a surprised moan and started humping hard against the anal intruder. Her pussy clamped down on my cock as she came and I pumped her cunt full of jizz. We cleaned ourselves off and I drove her back to her motel. She kissed me once and that was the last I saw of her.
My experience with Holly was an epiphany for me. Yeah, it was a one-time, spur-of-the-moment fuck with a girl who was too drunk to know any better, but it proved to me that the young, hard-bodied honeys are not out of my reach. I suddenly had a goal, a direction in life! When I got home I began formulating my plan. First, I was going to need more money. A lot more money. Towards that end I threw myself into my work. I'm a graphic artist who works for a large company and I had been content to coast on the money I made there. Now I began scrounging freelance work. Soon, there was nobody in the New York area hustling more jobs than me. I was working 12-14 hours a day, 7 days a week and raking in huge cash.
My next step was to even the odds with the younger guys. Because I was now working so much I didn't have time to sit around guzzling beer and I dropped a lot of weight without even trying. I hired a personal trainer and began working out. Within a few weeks the results were noticeable and I began receiving a lot of comments on my new physique. Then I actually hired somebody to teach me to dance, something I've never been good at or even enjoyed. I wasn't taking any chances. I went to a salon and had my excess body hair waxed got a $100.00 haircut. I had a style consultant outfit me with a new wardrobe. I was as ready as I was going to get.
My schedule was exhausting but I was a driven man, spurred on by the memory of Holly's tight young body writhing beneath me and dreams of what other sweet, young ladies would be willing to share themselves with me. I even refused to masturbate, denying myself that pleasure now in favor of future pleasures to come. Now it was time to put my plan into action.
Memorial Day weekend is the big kickoff for the summer beach season in New Jersey. I arrived a couple of days early to prep the beach house I had rented, complete with Jacuzzi, pool and outdoor bar. As I stood on my porch looking out at the still deserted boardwalk I began to question myself. Was all this effort really worth it? Or was I just a pathetic middle-aged man refusing to accept his age? All my doubts faded in a moment.
