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Earl continued to spend most of his holiday time at the nude beach, visiting it with Kathy a few times who made it clear that there wasn't going to be a repeat of last time. His folks figured it was harmless, what lad doesn't want to look at pretty nude women? "and it's not costing us anything" cheerfully exhaulted Stan, "...except we're on our third bottle of sun block this week".
He'd tried to have a pally talk about being cool at the beach and not hastling the girls, as he didn't want him arrested in another country and looking like a sex offender, however like his talk about the facts of life, Stan's talk was probably counter productive.
This attitude ignored the fact that Earl had been spending most of his alone time towards the seedier end of the beach, where couples and strangers met up to do anything from a bit of heavy petting, to full on group sessions. Over the time he'd been there, he began to recognise the locals, although the only one he really spoke to was the lovely old lady he met on his first visit, Pam.
Pam was 70, and basically looked it, although she was spritley when it came to moving around and getting invloved with others on the beach. Earl was suprised that him and 'an old person' had so much in common, but in reality they were just discussing the things almost everybody liked.
On the last few days of his trip, Pam's grandson arrived. "Kal" was the complete oposite of Earl. He was taller, he was 'longer' and he was darker, being half Pakistani. He was also much more comfortable at this beach that Earl thought he could ever be. Any girl he wanted, even if they didn't share a common language he would approach and win her admiration. Earl wasn't bad looking at all; he was slim, groomed himself well and had a decent tan all over after discovering his new love, the nude beach. However Kal radiated confidence. At one pointed he'd been flirting with a girl, who's father came over. Earl was expecting to see a fight, but he actually made the man laugh.
"Well he's been coming to these places his whole life" explained Pam. "It's water of a ducks back". Earl already knew this, but her words were some comfort. She had seen his sly looks over at her. He tried to hide it, eyes darting away as she looked in her direction, but she didn't care. "You don't have to do that" she told him with a smile. "Do what?" he inquired, knowing exactly what she meant. "You don't have to look away. You don't have to pretend you were looking at my body". Earl gulped, before she continued; "I've been getting naked in public for decades, I own a property within a nudist area, I raised two generations of my family whilst naked half the time. If I cared about being looked at, I'd have given up a long time ago".
It did make sense, but what would he do with this new infomation. "It's nice to be admired by a young fella too" she added, "just let me know before hand if you're going to cop a feel, I doubt Kal would want to look over and see his nan getting felt up". Earl didn't know what to say, so he just dug now in to the sand a bit more and kept quiet. His rock hard cock however spoke for him.
His mind raced with thoughts of touching Pam's breasts and ass, or even her pussy. Pam just enjoyed the sun and the thought of winding up a horny lad for about half an hour, before reigniting the conversation with "Do you want to come back with me to get some lunch and a beer". Earl wasn't a drinker, some experiementation with alcohol amoungst his freinds had got him a reputation as a lightweight, but he knew he could handle one beer. "Sure, I guess", feeling quite mature that he was being invited. They walked together, leaving Kal to continue his low level womanizing, through the officlly designated nudist areas to the large bungalow Pam now spent most of the year in. Once inside, Pam called out "Graham", looking to see if her husband was about. "In here" came from the lving room where he sat, still naked reading a copy of an english newspaper.
"Afternoon Earl". "Hello Graham" he returned, a little confused by the whole idea of oggling a man's wife only to come back to his house and have lunch. Before he'd had enough time to process this strange idea in his head, Pam quipped that "Earl's been plotting to still me from you Gray". He laughed back instantly, "ha, finally. I'd be a much richer man if that were the case". This almost cruel joke didn't touch Pam, who enjoyed his teasing. "But keep his number. If I pass away before you, lord willing, you'll need someone to have fun with.
This was just the begining of it and Earl felt the conversation grow more and more sexually charged throughout their lunch. Earl's late granpappy told some filthy jokes before he died, many of which Earl didn't entirely understand, but this was different. Whilst his wife went to the bathroom towards the end of their meal, he burst out with "If you steal my wife, boy, I would get myself one of those ukrainian mail order brides, and maybe of those Thai ones with massive fake tits and a little cock".
As Pam poored Earl his third glass of beer, Graham got up, moaned a little and headed towards the neat pile of clothes next to his seat. "You can eat nude here, you can fish nude, but you can't bet on the horses nude. Peh." Earl thought about explaining online betting, but figured it was a conversation he didn't want, and would probably be very uninformed. What did he know about horse racing?
The old man pulled his little dick in to some grey breifs, his legs in to beigh shorts and a white t-shirt with the faded logo of a Jamacian resort over his head and journeyed out with a pair of sandels from by the front door. Pam bent over the table by Earl to pick up a side dish and her breast was inches away from his face. After two pints of larger Earl wasn't able to avert his gaze. She laughed, put the plate by the sink and returned. She took his hand and placed it on her breast and nodded at him, as if to say 'squeez me'. His breath raced and his member rose as he man handled those prooping tits.
She moved his hand away, but held on as she led him to a large sofa in an agacent room, where they both lay down and began to kiss. He didn't know if he was doing it right, but she wasn't stopping him and he loved this. The kissing grew more passionate. He knew her breasts were fair game and had mustered up the courage to grab her ass a bit, but when it came to her pussy, he was still unsure, so she issued an order. "I know you want to play with my pussy so just do it". He obliged.
He imagined it would be instantly wet to the touch as porn had reinforced in his brain, but in reality he had to spread her outer lips to find her hole, where he moved a finger in and out, spreading the wetness around her mounds. He was suprised to find her so wet, since he'd been led to believe that older ladies were "dried out" by his equally inexperienced freinds, but this wasn't the time for
She asked if he wanted to move to the bedroom. He didn't know. He never imagined losing his virginity like this, but then he never expected his mother to give him his first blow job. It seemed like they were both having a lot of fun, and he decided that he wanted to have more. He nodded and let out an "uh huh". They walked through to the double bed that she shared with her husband. His jacket was hung over the back of a chair.
The makeout session that started on the sofa continued on the bed, but Pam made it clear he could penetrate her whenever he wanted. "should... should I...lick...eat... go down there first" he stuttered. She couldn't contain the tiny laugh that took him back a step. "Sorry, no, I... I'm not here for me. If I was I could have picked any bloke on that beach or even my husband. This is your time... your first time, just focus on enjoying your self." The weight on Earl's shoulders just fell away with this, he didn't feel the presure to perfom that he had just momments before.
He withdrew his hand, and she began to reposition on to her back. Her legs taking the position she knew they needed to be in to slide his self in to her. He started slow. He knew he didn't need to have her screaming in ecstasy, but he didn't want to be embarrased either. He pushed his manhood in deep, enjoying her warmth around it. It wasn't long before he was picking up steam and pumping away. Pam was suprised by how much she was enjoying it. It might not have been her most daring exploit ever, or the most erotic, but it was fun and she could see how good it was for Earl. Her orgasm wasn't particularly long, nor was it overly intense, but it was satisfying. It caused her walls to grip his cock with just enough pressure that it milked every last drop of spunk he could deliver in to her.
His thrust slowed as he began to come to his senses. They locked eyes and smiled, each breath a laugh between each other, expressing that they both thouroughly enjoyed their time together, even if they had each found a very different type of enjoyment.
Earl was flacid by the time he removed himself from Pam. They had spent the last momments just regarding each other and enjoying the closeness, before he lay down beside her, her head resting on his shoulder.
He excused himself to head to the bathroom. After using the facilities, he noticed a bottle of "personal lubricant" in the sink and assume it must have fallen from a top the medicine cabinet.
Returning to the bedroom, Pam was asleep. He collected his few belongings, kissed her on the head and left the room. It was in the living room where he found Kal fingering a girl who was cursing in spanish. Kal stopped to the girls frustration. "That was you in there! Ha, grandad said she'd been trying to get you all week!"
He'd tried to have a pally talk about being cool at the beach and not hastling the girls, as he didn't want him arrested in another country and looking like a sex offender, however like his talk about the facts of life, Stan's talk was probably counter productive.
This attitude ignored the fact that Earl had been spending most of his alone time towards the seedier end of the beach, where couples and strangers met up to do anything from a bit of heavy petting, to full on group sessions. Over the time he'd been there, he began to recognise the locals, although the only one he really spoke to was the lovely old lady he met on his first visit, Pam.
Pam was 70, and basically looked it, although she was spritley when it came to moving around and getting invloved with others on the beach. Earl was suprised that him and 'an old person' had so much in common, but in reality they were just discussing the things almost everybody liked.
On the last few days of his trip, Pam's grandson arrived. "Kal" was the complete oposite of Earl. He was taller, he was 'longer' and he was darker, being half Pakistani. He was also much more comfortable at this beach that Earl thought he could ever be. Any girl he wanted, even if they didn't share a common language he would approach and win her admiration. Earl wasn't bad looking at all; he was slim, groomed himself well and had a decent tan all over after discovering his new love, the nude beach. However Kal radiated confidence. At one pointed he'd been flirting with a girl, who's father came over. Earl was expecting to see a fight, but he actually made the man laugh.
"Well he's been coming to these places his whole life" explained Pam. "It's water of a ducks back". Earl already knew this, but her words were some comfort. She had seen his sly looks over at her. He tried to hide it, eyes darting away as she looked in her direction, but she didn't care. "You don't have to do that" she told him with a smile. "Do what?" he inquired, knowing exactly what she meant. "You don't have to look away. You don't have to pretend you were looking at my body". Earl gulped, before she continued; "I've been getting naked in public for decades, I own a property within a nudist area, I raised two generations of my family whilst naked half the time. If I cared about being looked at, I'd have given up a long time ago".
It did make sense, but what would he do with this new infomation. "It's nice to be admired by a young fella too" she added, "just let me know before hand if you're going to cop a feel, I doubt Kal would want to look over and see his nan getting felt up". Earl didn't know what to say, so he just dug now in to the sand a bit more and kept quiet. His rock hard cock however spoke for him.
His mind raced with thoughts of touching Pam's breasts and ass, or even her pussy. Pam just enjoyed the sun and the thought of winding up a horny lad for about half an hour, before reigniting the conversation with "Do you want to come back with me to get some lunch and a beer". Earl wasn't a drinker, some experiementation with alcohol amoungst his freinds had got him a reputation as a lightweight, but he knew he could handle one beer. "Sure, I guess", feeling quite mature that he was being invited. They walked together, leaving Kal to continue his low level womanizing, through the officlly designated nudist areas to the large bungalow Pam now spent most of the year in. Once inside, Pam called out "Graham", looking to see if her husband was about. "In here" came from the lving room where he sat, still naked reading a copy of an english newspaper.
"Afternoon Earl". "Hello Graham" he returned, a little confused by the whole idea of oggling a man's wife only to come back to his house and have lunch. Before he'd had enough time to process this strange idea in his head, Pam quipped that "Earl's been plotting to still me from you Gray". He laughed back instantly, "ha, finally. I'd be a much richer man if that were the case". This almost cruel joke didn't touch Pam, who enjoyed his teasing. "But keep his number. If I pass away before you, lord willing, you'll need someone to have fun with.
This was just the begining of it and Earl felt the conversation grow more and more sexually charged throughout their lunch. Earl's late granpappy told some filthy jokes before he died, many of which Earl didn't entirely understand, but this was different. Whilst his wife went to the bathroom towards the end of their meal, he burst out with "If you steal my wife, boy, I would get myself one of those ukrainian mail order brides, and maybe of those Thai ones with massive fake tits and a little cock".
As Pam poored Earl his third glass of beer, Graham got up, moaned a little and headed towards the neat pile of clothes next to his seat. "You can eat nude here, you can fish nude, but you can't bet on the horses nude. Peh." Earl thought about explaining online betting, but figured it was a conversation he didn't want, and would probably be very uninformed. What did he know about horse racing?
The old man pulled his little dick in to some grey breifs, his legs in to beigh shorts and a white t-shirt with the faded logo of a Jamacian resort over his head and journeyed out with a pair of sandels from by the front door. Pam bent over the table by Earl to pick up a side dish and her breast was inches away from his face. After two pints of larger Earl wasn't able to avert his gaze. She laughed, put the plate by the sink and returned. She took his hand and placed it on her breast and nodded at him, as if to say 'squeez me'. His breath raced and his member rose as he man handled those prooping tits.
She moved his hand away, but held on as she led him to a large sofa in an agacent room, where they both lay down and began to kiss. He didn't know if he was doing it right, but she wasn't stopping him and he loved this. The kissing grew more passionate. He knew her breasts were fair game and had mustered up the courage to grab her ass a bit, but when it came to her pussy, he was still unsure, so she issued an order. "I know you want to play with my pussy so just do it". He obliged.
He imagined it would be instantly wet to the touch as porn had reinforced in his brain, but in reality he had to spread her outer lips to find her hole, where he moved a finger in and out, spreading the wetness around her mounds. He was suprised to find her so wet, since he'd been led to believe that older ladies were "dried out" by his equally inexperienced freinds, but this wasn't the time for
She asked if he wanted to move to the bedroom. He didn't know. He never imagined losing his virginity like this, but then he never expected his mother to give him his first blow job. It seemed like they were both having a lot of fun, and he decided that he wanted to have more. He nodded and let out an "uh huh". They walked through to the double bed that she shared with her husband. His jacket was hung over the back of a chair.
The makeout session that started on the sofa continued on the bed, but Pam made it clear he could penetrate her whenever he wanted. "should... should I...lick...eat... go down there first" he stuttered. She couldn't contain the tiny laugh that took him back a step. "Sorry, no, I... I'm not here for me. If I was I could have picked any bloke on that beach or even my husband. This is your time... your first time, just focus on enjoying your self." The weight on Earl's shoulders just fell away with this, he didn't feel the presure to perfom that he had just momments before.
He withdrew his hand, and she began to reposition on to her back. Her legs taking the position she knew they needed to be in to slide his self in to her. He started slow. He knew he didn't need to have her screaming in ecstasy, but he didn't want to be embarrased either. He pushed his manhood in deep, enjoying her warmth around it. It wasn't long before he was picking up steam and pumping away. Pam was suprised by how much she was enjoying it. It might not have been her most daring exploit ever, or the most erotic, but it was fun and she could see how good it was for Earl. Her orgasm wasn't particularly long, nor was it overly intense, but it was satisfying. It caused her walls to grip his cock with just enough pressure that it milked every last drop of spunk he could deliver in to her.
His thrust slowed as he began to come to his senses. They locked eyes and smiled, each breath a laugh between each other, expressing that they both thouroughly enjoyed their time together, even if they had each found a very different type of enjoyment.
Earl was flacid by the time he removed himself from Pam. They had spent the last momments just regarding each other and enjoying the closeness, before he lay down beside her, her head resting on his shoulder.
He excused himself to head to the bathroom. After using the facilities, he noticed a bottle of "personal lubricant" in the sink and assume it must have fallen from a top the medicine cabinet.
Returning to the bedroom, Pam was asleep. He collected his few belongings, kissed her on the head and left the room. It was in the living room where he found Kal fingering a girl who was cursing in spanish. Kal stopped to the girls frustration. "That was you in there! Ha, grandad said she'd been trying to get you all week!"
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