I was randy as hell one day and made up my mind I was going to get laid that afternoon, one way or another. If I had to drive into to town and pick up someone at a bar, I would. But first, I had decided I would see if I could attract someone locally.
My beach house is rather isolated. It's the only one for about half a mile in either direction. I know this will change over time. This undiscovered barrier island on the Gulf Coast will eventually be over developed and become like all the rest -- an over crowded tourist venue. But for now, it was secluded and peaceful and I loved it. Sure, fishermen would drive by along the beach, or sometimes even set up to surf fish right in front of my place; but not often. Mostly, the beach was deserted, with just a few people walking along the surf every so often.
I had determined I would put my beach blanket just at the foot of the dunes where the wooden walk from my cottage ends. That put me about fifty yards from the water, and I decided I would sunbath and see if I attracted any attention that way. I was willing to take anything that came along that half resembled a good looking man from eighteen to eighty, as long as he could get it up and satisfy me.
It was late afternoon when the sun wasn't quite so hot and the chances of burning were lessened, but I still applied sunscreen, just the same. I had been on the beach sunbathing for a little over an hour and had yet to lure any unsuspecting gentlemen into my lair and I was getting somewhat discouraged; hence, the thought of going to a bar later if I had to. Several guys had walked past, but none had ventured over to even say hello.
It's not because my body isn't attractive to men. I am trim and have a good figure for a woman getting too close to looking back on her forties. I've got great legs, and I was blessed with nice boobs -- not overly large, but quite respectable. I'm blond, naturally -- if you don't believe me, I'll show you my pubs -- just kidding. And, I am not your stereotype dummy, either ... I was just incredibly horny that day and had decided to do something about it.
Oh ... did I mention, I was sunbathing totally nude, too.
Just about the time I was getting ready to give up and have a shower, then, head into town, this cute dog came running up to where I was lying on my blanket on my tummy and she started licking my face exuberantly. I love animals and for many years had a dog, but I travel so much these days -- I'm often gone for weeks or months at a time -- so that it's just not practical to keep a dog anymore.
I rose up on my elbows and petted the adorable dog that was obviously very friendly. She appeared to be a mixed breed -- perhaps some border collie, but her coloring was wrong for a pure bread animal. I scratched behind her ears, which I knew from experience that all dogs, and most cats, love. She was wagging her tail so enthusiastically that her whole body seemed to be wagging. Then, I heard a voice calling her.
"Lucy!"
I looked over my shoulder and saw a young man come running up the beach, no doubt Lucy's owner.
"Lucy! Come here, right now!" He yelled again. Lucy was obviously not well trained, if trained at all, for she ignored his commands in favor of more ear scratching.
Like I said, he came running up at full tilt but then he came to an abrupt halt about ten or fifteen away from me.
"Holly shit!" He exclaimed. "You're naked!"
"Actually, a woman prefers to think of herself as 'nude' when she's without clothing." I said, and I give the young man my best smile.
Supported on my elbows as I was, I was sure he could see my breasts, and that titillated me.
"Oh." Was all he could manage.
"Hi, I'm Margaret, through most everyone calls me Maggie. I take it, Lucy is your dog?" I said.
"Oh, ah ... yeah. Well ah ... she's my parent's actually, ah, I mean the whole family ..." He stammered.
"Hmmm, listen ... if my being nude disturbs you I could put my bikini on." I told him.
"Oh no, ah, it's OK with me ... I don't mind ..." He said, but I could tell he was a bit nonplused by my nakedness.
"Have you never seen a naked woman before?" I asked. I was beginning to suspect he hadn't at his age, which I guessed to be earlier twenties, at most.
"Ah ... well, ah ... not really, I mean, not in person. I've seen girls on the Internet ... never like this." He admitted.
"That's kind of adorable, how old are you, anyway? And what's you name?" I asked.
And I made up my mind that as long as he was at least eighteen, I was going to fuck that young man silly.
"Oh ... me? Ah, I'm nineteen ... I'm, ah, going to college next month. Oh and my name is Jason." He said, still nervous.
I'd been petting Lucy during our conversation, but when a seagull caught her attention, she went tearing off to catch it.
"College, how nice. Are you down here on vacation with your parents?" I asked.
"Oh no, we live about fifteen minutes from the beach. But, I like driving over here to let Lucy run on the beach. She's really loves it. And I like it too, it's very peaceful here." He said, seeming to be a little less tense.
"Yes it is, that's why I love it here, too." I told him.
"Yeah, well, ah, I'd better get going ... nice to meet you ..."
"No, please wait just one minute. Listen Jason, I am going to be completely and utterly honest with you -- no games, no subtleties. The reason I am sunbathing nude this afternoon is because I am randy as all hell and I want to get laid in the worst way. So, if you wouldn't mind fucking a woman my age I would just adore having you up to my cottage for a visit." I told him very bluntly.
I saw his jaw drop. Birds could have nested there and might have if I hadn't said something to get him going again. I rolled over on my side and supported myself on an elbow -- I wanted to give him a good look at my breasts.
"So, what do you say? Am I good looking enough for you to fuck, even if I am older?"
"Holly ... shit!" Was all he could come up with.
"Was that a yes?" I prodded him.
"Ah, lady ... I don't know, I ah ..."
During our conversation I could not help but notice that the young man's cut off jeans had developed a substantial bulge telling me that there was at least some level of interest in my proposal.
"It's Maggie. Tell you what ... why don't you just come and sit here on my blanket with me and we can just talk a bit. Then if you're not comfortable with the idea, we'll just part company as friends. How does that sound?"
"Well ... OK, I guess." He agreed, albeit, reluctantly.
The boy came over and sat on the edge of my blanket. He couldn't take his eyes off my naked breasts.
