It was a beautiful early September day, just after Labor Day, with the sun shining, temperatures in the low 80s and light wind. Both my sons were away at college, and my husband, as usual, was working long hours. So I decided to go to the beach alone and enjoy one of my first days as an empty nester.
I put on a green bikini, not too revealing, but the triangle top did accentuate my enhanced breasts, and the bottom, immodestly, looked great on my butt. I am a fitness freak, a natural development after spending my early years as a successful gymnast. I actually made the US Olympic team one year, but an injury kept me from competing. Gymnastics did offer me other opportunities, however, as my blond hair, blue eyes, button nose with light freckles, and full lips got me some modeling gigs, and even small parts in a few movies.
It's fair to say I am proud of how I look, but sometimes wonder if I put too much of my self-worth in my appearance. In addition to the breast enhancement, I have also had work done to remove my wrinkles, and my workout routine is extensive. I stand 5'4", am a size 1, have lightly defined muscles in my arms and legs, firm large breasts, and a flat hard stomach with a visible six pack when I exercise. At 40 I still look great. But despite this, I very rarely have men approach me when I'm out alone or with my girlfriends. Men always hit on my friends when we're out at a bar or restaurant, but I am constantly ignored. My friend Carlos says it's because I'm too beautiful and I intimidate men, but I don't know about that.
I set up on the beach, laying out my towel and putting up my beach chair and umbrella. There were not many people around, and the beach was expanded with a low tide coming up at noon. I lay there in the sun reading my book, "Dante and Aristotle Discover the Secrets of the Universe" by Benjamin Alire Sáenz, and it was peaceful and relaxing, just what I needed.
Around 11 AM I got an apple out of my cooler and sat up to eat it, looking out over the water and waves. Suddenly a voice shook me out of my trance, "Can I have a bite of your apple?"
A young man, early 20s at most, came over and sat on my towel, making himself at home. "So, can I have a bite of that, or what?" he asked in a flirting tone.
"What are you doing here?" I asked. "Why don't you go bother some young woman."
"Because you are the most beautiful woman on this beach," he exclaimed. "Your hair, your eyes, your lips... all are stunning."
"Thank you," I replied hesitantly, not wanting to encourage him. Although it did make me feel good to have someone pay attention to me, something that had be sorely missing at home for a long time.
"You're in incredible shape." he continued. "You obviously work out and it shows. And those tits, damn are they sexy on your tight little body. Are they real?"
"That is none of your business," I scolded him. "And talking about my breasts is completely inappropriate. You need to leave now!"
"Hold on," he said with an impish grin. "I didn't mean anything by it. I'm sorry. Can I have another chance?"
I did not respond, but looked away hoping he would get the message and leave. But he didn't. "How about that apple?" he asked. "Can I have a bite now."
The way he said it made me shake my head and smile, or maybe it was his brazen, cocky attitude. I gave him the apple.
"Thanks. I see you're reading 'Dante and Aristotle Discover the Secrets of the Universe'. What do you think?" he asked, eating my apple.
"You know this book," I replied, surprised.
"Of course. I was a lit major."
"Seriously?"
He cocked an eyebrow before responding, "Pretty much." Then he launched into an accurate and intelligent discourse on the author and, after finding where I was in the novel, on the book itself. I was shocked to hear this young man who had been so crass just minutes before sound so educated and intelligent. We talked about the book and other novels we both had read for about 15 or 20 minutes, and while it was uncomfortable the way his eyes roamed all over my body, looking at me like I was dinner, he was interesting to talk to and it had been a while since I'd had someone pay attention to me and talk to me like I was an intellectual equal. And I have to admit, I was a little flattered to have a man so much younger than me look at me with desire.
"Have you ever seen the cave on the island?" he asked at a break in the conversation.
"Salt Island? There's a cave there?" I inquired. Salt Island is an easy walk from the beach at low tide and I'd been there many times when the boys were little to look for crabs and explore, but I had never heard of a cave there.
"Yup. Not many people know about it, and it's only accessible at a very low astronomical tide, but we should be able to get there today. It's on the left side of the island, away from the beach, almost half way around."
I was fascinated with the possibility of seeing a hidden cave so I agreed to go. He jumped up quickly, taking my hand to help me up. It was impossible not to notice how his eyes lingered on my breasts as I leaned over to stand up, but I ignored it.
We talked movies on the way to the island, and he was well versed in cinema, as well. Overall, I thought, despite his crass nature, this has been a good day. Wonderful conversation with some enlightening concepts, and a man paying attention to me.
As we walked I took a better look at him. He was tall, 6'3" at least, and was in great shape with broad shoulders, trim hips, and a stomach and chest that looked like it could have been carved from marble. His arms were muscular, with great vascularity. The young man had dirty blond hair, green eyes, and the carefree look of a surfer. He was hot.
When we got to the island, he took my hand and led me through some sea rocks into a waist deep ocean. We continued just off shore around to the left of the island, and I saw no sign of an opening for a cave anywhere.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked.
"Patience," he replied.
After another 30 or 40 yards he started turning us in toward the island. "This is where it gets a little tricky," he said.
As we got to shore there was a large boulder which appeared to be blocking our path, but he knew of a barely visible tight path through on the right. Still holding his hard, I went around the boulder and saw a small opening in the rock on the island.
"We have to crawl here," he said. "Only about 10 or 15 yards, but it is very dark."
"OK," I gulped, watching him get down on his hands and knees and start to crawl through the sand into the cave. I followed behind. He was right, it was pitch black in this tunnel to the cave and more than a little scary.
"Stay behind me and keep looking ahead," he advised. I did as he said, but the dark was disconcerting and making me dizzy, so I closed my eyes and felt the way with my hands. I continued like that for a while before lightly bumping into something.
"Whoa there princess," the young man said, his tone different, harder, cockier. "You can open your eyes now."
I did and inches in front of my face was the outline on what could have been a small baseball bat in the wet board shorts of my cave companion. My jaw dropped unintentionally, and I couldn't help staring.
"Do you like what you see?" he asked.
"What, no." I stammered, as his question broke me out of my trance.
"You don't like cave?" he teased, offering a hand to pull me to my feet. He pulled a little hard, though, and I lost my balance and fell against him. I was flustered again, but regained myself and looked around the cave. It really was incredible. It was around 20 feet in diameter, there was soft sand on the floor on the cave, with beach rock surrounding it, and a hole in the top allowing the sunlight to illuminate the area. At the far end there was a large smooth beach rock that looked like a chair, with a rock footstool to its left.
"This is really amazing!" I exclaimed. "All these years and I've never seen this or knew it was here."
"I bet there are a few things here you've never seen" he sneered. I tried to ignore his remark, but immediately glanced down to his groin.
"Would you like to see it?" he asked.
"What!! No!!"
"Are you sure princess," he teased. "You've been stealing looks at it ever since we got here."
"I have not!!" I exclaimed.
"Well, let's see if you look when I take it out."
I defiantly looked into his eyes. I was not going to be intimidated by this "kid." But as I stared at him he dropped his hands to his board shorts, untied the drawstring, let them drop to the floor of the cave, and stepped out of them. I kept my eyes on his for as long as I could before quickly glancing down. My jaw dropped again when I saw his penis. It was massive; long and thick with a smooth mushroom head. I couldn't help staring.
"Big eh? One of my ex-girlfriends measured it once. 10 inches. Do you want to touch it?"
"NO!!"
"It's ok. It's not every day you see one of these. I won't tell anyone. And the way you've been staring at it, I think you want to."
This time my negative response was much more tempered, as I stammered, "no..."
He took my right hand and lightly placed it on his mammoth cock. My eyes were as wide as saucers and my mouth wide open as he moved my hand up on down his hardening penis. I hardly noticed when he removed his hand, and I continued touching that massive member without him guiding me. I was spellbound, but my spell broke when I heard the click of his cellphone!! He had taken a picture of me with my hand on his cock!!
"That one's a keeper, princess," he exclaimed while looking at the photo.
"What? No! You can't take that picture!" I exclaimed.
"Too late soccer mom," he teased. He then turned his phone to me so I could see. He had captured the scene perfectly, my small hand touching his giant cock, and a look of astonishment and longing on my face.
"Please delete that." I pleaded.
"Oh, I don't know, princess," he responded. "That's a great picture if you ask me. You really are a beautiful woman. I think this picture would be a big hit on the internet."
"Please!" I begged, with tears welling up in my eyes.
"I don't want to see you sad, but I also would hate to lose this photo. It's really hot, don't you think? It's making me hard just looking at it."
