Every year, my [23 F] family takes a vacation to the the beach. It’s a real family affair – pre-covid, everyone would fly in from wherever they were around the country to get together at the beach. I try to maintain a nice buzz during this week, enjoying the hot sun and wearing little other than a bikini (maybe a pair of shorts for dinners). For context, I’m tall and slim, with slightly dramatic hips and a perky butt. Dark, brown long hair and green eyes.
There’s something about the ocean water, being mostly naked in public, and a steady stream of gin and tonics that really brings out my voyeuristic fantasies. In particular, the ones I’ve had for many years that involve fucking older men, preferably in their 50s, 60s, or older. After waking up early one particular morning, and immediately getting off (i had woken up dripping), I pulled on some running clothes to get my workout in before heading to the beach. The heat was already laying it on thick outside, despite my 7am start, and even tiny running shorts and a sports bra were sticking to my skin as sweat rolled down my body. As I ran, one or two cars passed by, one with an older looking dad-typed blatantly staring at me out of the window. I decided to stare back, lifting my sports bra slightly to let more air in and, admittedly, to tease. Despite my early morning orgasm, I was somehow wetter and more desperate than I’d been before, my mouth watering at the idea of something a little more fun.