He had a big, beautiful dick. I was certain of it. The big part, at least, was obvious. I could see the outline of it as he walked around the pool. I couldn’t stop staring!
It was impossible to know what had gotten into me. The night before I had fucked a guy who was technically young enough to be my son! It was the first time I’d slept with a stranger in my life.
At age 39, I was a lifelong goodgirl. I’d been a librarian since finishing graduate school. I was a typical, marriage-minded woman who never slept around. I also never managed to find Mr. Right. Impulsively, I’d decided to let go and have some fun for once in my life while staying at the beach for a co-worker’s wedding.
I expected it to be a one-night thing followed by regrets. Instead, I felt alive. Looking at Rick’s barely-concealed cock and muscular chest, I knew my wild night wasn’t out of my system. I wanted to run my hands over his young body and feel that big dick inside me.