Tourist Gets A Beach Treat

The years have caught up to us but we still like to play. Every now and then we get lucky. Last Saturday was such a day.

I am Stan, and my wife is Linda. I am seventy-two and Linda is seventy. We are both carrying twenty pounds too much. We live in Destin, Florida and enjoy visiting our favorite place on Okaloosa Island, Beasley Park. Last year, I bought a small tent to put up to get out of the wind and sun.

Saturday morning we were on the beach. Linda helped me get the tent secured to the sand. Our beach chairs and ice chest sat outside the flap of the tent.

Linda was reading and I was listening to blues on my ear buds. Every now and then, we would look up to see who was walking down the beach.

Oh, to be young again. We saw some great hard-bodies, both male and female.

I was sipping a cold beer when I saw him coming at a distance. "Take a look, baby," I said to Linda.

She looked up. Headed our way was a thirtyish guy with a great tan and brown hair, six feet tall and maybe one-seventy. He was wearing a low-rise French cut men's bikini. He was sporting a very impressive bulge.

"What are you thinking, honey?" Linda asked.

"I am thinking I would like a taste of that."

"I thought you might."

He drew near enough for me to call out. "Tourist, huh?" and held up my beer can.

He walked over to where we were sitting. "How'd you know?"

"We don't see such a great swimsuit on the locals."

"Well, it is not baggies. I like it."

"You probably like showing off. Would you like a beer?"

"Yes to both."

I handed him a cold beer. "I'm Stan and this is Linda. Once upon a time, we were adventurous."

"I'm Rob. Adventure's a good thing. That's why I came down from Tennessee."

I saw his bulge growing. "Why don't you come in our tent and show us what you're hiding?"

Rob smiled and nodded yes. I held open the flap and he ducked in. Linda and I followed.

"Pull your suit off. It's too tight anyway."

Rob used his thumbs to pull his suit over his ankles. His nine-inch dick sprung out. He was circumsized. The head of it was glistening with pre-cum.

"Seems as if your imagination is already working." With that, I leaned over and put my lips over the head of his cock.

Rob gasped. "Oh, my god. That feels so good."

I kept slowly going up and down. "Linda would like a taste. Is that okay?"

"Hell yes!"

Linda had pulled her bathing suit off. He breasts were sagging and her butt looked like cottage cheese, but Rob did not care. I pulled my lips off his cock and Linda took over. Rob was breathing hard. She stopped and let me start sucking on him again.

"Honey, you know what I want, don't you?" She had reached in her beach bag and pulled out a bottle of lube and was smearing it on her pussy. She got on her hands and knees.

"Rob, come get the best pussy you have ever had."

He was on his knees behind her white ass. He slipped his dick in and all the way to its base. Linda gasped, "Oh, yes! Honey, this is so good." Rob had his hands on her hips and was bringing her ass to him with every stroke.

"Don't cum. Just tell me when you're close." He slowly fucked my wife for another three minutes.

"I'm getting close."

"Pull out, then."

Rob pulled his dick out of Linda's pussy. She collapsed on the sheet. I reached over and held his dick and brought it to my mouth. Within seconds he was coming. "Damn, yes, oh, yes, yes!"

I was swallowing as fast as I could. I feel his dick softening. He collapsed on the sheet next to Linda. I licked the head of his dick to gather the last bits of his cum. You are welcome to come back anytime. We are here most weekends."

"You two sure know how to make a tourist feel welcome."

Ten minutes later, he put on his little suit and left our tent.

So, if you're ever at Beasley Park and see an orange tent with two old folks sitting beside it, stop and say 'hi.' You just never know. You may get to experience southern hospitality at its finest.