A younger man last night…..

Friday night at 1:00 AM. The most unlikely place you would find me is in a bar, but here I was packed shoulder to shoulder with mostly strangers. I had guests for the weekend, and they wanted to go dancing – and on our little quiet island there really was only one place to go. Because this was about the only place with live music and dancing, the crowd was mixed, from early 20-somethings to early 60-somethings.

My friends were having a wonderful time, I occupied myself with fruit juice and chatting at the bar with some acquaintances that I had not seen for awhile. And, I enjoy "people watching", so it was turning into a pleasant evening.

A nearby table of about 6-7 people was having a fun, if not rather noisy, time. They were celebrating one of guys 23rd birthday. I remember my 23rd birthday – about 30+ years ago… Actually, they were celebrating more than he was – he seemed to be on the quiet side. More than a couple of times he caught me stealing a glance at him…he appeared to be in rock-hard physical condition – always a pleasure to look at! One of those good looking guys that kind of make a girl "tingle" – or at least it does me.

I usually avoid dancing at any cost – I am the worlds worst dancer, and if I ever dance it has to be to something slow. The band had started it's "slow-dance" set as he walked over to me. "Hello, I'm. Josh. Would you care to dance?"

"I'm Laine" I answered, as he took my hand and led me to the dance floor without waiting for me to respond.

While the dancing was awkward for me as always, he held me comfortably so that I was beginning to enjoy it. As the song ended I started to walk off the dance floor, but Josh pulled me back for another song – thankfully another slow song. His hand felt nice against my bare back – I was wearing a black halter-style dress with a very low cut back – and he kept his hand low on my back. Pulling me closer, his other hand slid from my waist to my, well, to my butt cheek. Pulling me tighter against him as we danced. The hot humid night, the crowd of people brushing against each other, the slow, sexy songs from the band – and his body, his hard body – up against me…I could feel my body giving way to my desires…

Another song, pressing even harder against each other, close enough I could feel his cock growing against me. Our lips brushed together, tongues touching lightly. "Come with me" he said, taking my hand again, leading me out the door and to the back of the sandy parking lot to a dark area behind the restaurant.

Pushing Josh against a palm tree, I pulled his shirt over his head, his beautiful chest exposed in the full-moon light. Out lips touching again, harder this time, he reached behind my neck and untied my dress, pulling it down as I stepped out of it. Kissing me on that hollow spot on my throat – how did he know that puts me over the edge? – he lowered his head, taking first one nipple then the other roughly in his mouth, biting and pulling as I began moaning. Dropping to his knees he slid my panties off, and I instinctively parted my legs. Hands on my butt cheeks he pulled me to him, his lips and tongue toying with my clitoris. Driving me wild he continued until he felt my hips jerking, a noise escaping from my mouth, knowing I was having an orgasm.

Standing, he left me there against the tree, still shaking. Walking to his truck he reached in, pulled out a blanket and put it across an old picnic table. Once again taking my hand he led me to the table, laying me on my back. Stepping back he finished undressing. Oh he was beautiful! Pulling me to the end of the table, he took his cock in one hand and rubbed it up and down my slit. Obvious that I was already very wet, he grabbed my hips and pushed into me to the hilt in one thrust. Slowly, he began fucking me, hesitating before I could cum, then starting over with me. Time after time he brought me to the edge, me begging him to let me cum. "Now" he whispered, "cum with me now!" Feeling his cock grow even more, he came, came hard and long as my hands grasped the edges of the table, my back arching into him, pulling him deep. Gasping, I lay back.

Josh walked to his truck, pulling out a six-pack of beer. Opening two cans, he handed one to me. Rarely do I drink beer, but anything wet would taste good right now. Starting to put his undershorts and jeans on, I simply said – "oh no – I'm not done with you yet. Grab the beer and the blanket and follow me." Taking a moment, I sent a text to my friends to take the car back to the house when they wanted to leave – the keys are under the seat. I would see them later.

Taking Josh's hand this time, I led him down a sandy path through t he palms – there was enough light from the moon to easily see the path. In about three minutes we were on the gulf beach. Spreading out the blanket, I led him to the water and we took a swim, cooling off.

Back on the beach, we lay down on the blanket. Without a word, I leaned over him and took his cock in my mouth, feeling it grow, using both hands to hold it while continuing to play, running my tongue up and down it. Josh then started taking charge, flipping me on my stomach and pulling my ass up to him, his cock slamming hard into my pussy. He seemed to have changed, becoming more aggressive. Pulling my hair back he pounded harder and harder. His balls slapping against me. His hand slapping my ass hard until it stung. And the rougher and harder he used me, the harder I came.

And use me he did. Flipping me to different positions as he desired. Sometimes cumming inside of me; sometimes holding my head in his hands, cumming inside my mouth. And I just gave in to him, enjoying, while time became a blur.

Sometime later I got off the blanket and went for another swim. Back to the blanket, lying beside him, I took Josh in my mouth one more time; incredibly, he became hard again. Climbing on him, I put his hands behind his head. As sore as I now was, I took his cock and slowly slid it into me. Riding him, using my hips every way I knew how. Sitting on Josh, fucking him oh so slowly, I watched the moon play off the water, almost feeling a rhythm with the gentle splashing of the waves on the beach. Until we came together one final time.

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