A crunch of footsteps on the sand, and then I heard, "Wait up, man." Curious, I turned over on the beach towel and looked out there. Two men were present, standing, and my heart skipped a beat when I realized they were looking at me. They seemed to be staring at me, and for a moment, I felt confusion and fear. But I soon reassured myself; they appeared to be merely passing by or taking a shortcut. One was younger, around thirty, with blond hair, tanned skin, and holding fishing rods.
The second man, in his forties, had a powerful build and a chiseled face: simply attractive… Impulsively I thought of a new opportunity to work my magic. Having a new audience, admirers, Hispana the Shameless audaciously said, "Hey, hello!" My voice was sweeter than I intended. With a mischievous smile, I extended my arms forward, palms facing down, and initiated a plié. Lifting myself off the ground, I performed a little pirouette. Once I completed the turn, my gaze fell upon them.
The older one had an unreadable expression: he was just observing, while the other looked away. The thought pulsed through me, a jarring realization. My desire to be admired had failed. I stood there, no longer bold and adventurous, arms still extended, feeling suddenly vulnerable and exposed. But after a moment, the older one approached me with kind eyes. He held out his hand to me. "Excuse me, sorry to intrude. We were exploring here…" his voice a low rumble that vibrated gently.
I took his hand. "No disturbance at all, sir. My name is Susana," I said, my voice elated. After introducing himself, Jesse invited me to have a cold one in his RV. I agreed to follow him, while the other one went in another direction. The door swung open. "Thank you, sir!" I said, with excitement palpable. "You're welcome, miss," he replied, smiling. His RV, smelling faintly of pine, wasn't hulking but featured a welcoming living space, an equipped kitchen, and a separate shower.
He made me sit comfortably on a spacious sofa bed, then he opened the fridge and handed me a cold one. His bright blue eyes, perfectly sculpted face, muscular build, and husky voice made him so captivating. I sat there in silence for a while, looking around vaguely, but I could sense his desire for me. "And so," he said, his eyes holding a glint of mischief, "what brings a pretty girl like you to a place like this, all by herself?" I shrugged, but felt a blush creep up my neck.
"Guess I was trying…" I said, "I needed to try to be someone else." He nodded understandingly. "Interesting," he mused, tilting his head slightly. He paused, his blue eyes searching mine. "And who are you trying to be?" The question hung in the air, heavier than I expected; I hadn't considered it. "Someone… freer, less constrained. Someone who takes chances." He chuckled. "Well, you're off to a good start. Following a stranger into his RV for a cold one is certainly a chance."
I laughed, the tension that had been clinging to me melting away. "And you, sir," I asked, "what kind of chances have you taken?" He paused, and his eyes locked with mine, holding a depth of mystery that intrigued and excited me. "Maybe too many. Some I regret, some I cherish. But they all led me here, to this day, sharing this moment with a beautiful girl who is trying to break free. And that, my dear, is a chance worth taking." He smiled, a knowing, intense, enigmatic smile.
Texas had taught him the art of a slow, charming grin. He looked around the RV, stood up, and walked toward the fridge. "Still thirsty?" he asked, without turning around. "Constantly thirsty," I whispered as a confession. My mind was racing. Was I fantasizing? This charming stranger, a bigger catch than expected for a fling. Time slipped away in conversation; secrets and hopes were exchanged. Then, moving his hand, he grazed my fingers, and I got lost in his blue eyes.
"Why are we here?" he murmured. His eyes never left mine. No lingering stare, only a brief and direct "Just kiss me," my answer came surprisingly easily. With a kind gaze, he reached out, his fingers tracing a delicate line along my jaw. "May I…?" In his voice, a question was a plea for permission. I whispered, nodded, inviting him. Our lips met eagerly, then his tongue slid deep to taste me. His breath on my ear, my head fell back, my eyes closed as my heart pounded.
I looked into his eyes, the smirk playing on his lips as his hand slid down, caressing my thigh. His touch sent shivers down my spine. "Sweetie… what would I like to see now?" He didn't wait for an answer. He started to pull off my swimsuit, and before I knew it, I stood there, naked, completely exposed. He leaned back, his eyes roaming over my body, taking in every inch. Time seemed to stop as his gaze rested on my figure. "Oh damn, you look delicious," he whispered.
"Close your eyes, my ballerina," his voice low and husky. His mouth over my breasts, sucking my nipples. "Oh, you're so wet," he mumbled, his fingers sliding through my folds, circling my clit. I moaned loudly, feeling dizzy, my eyes rolled as I yielded to my sensations. Jesse smiled, his eyes filled with desire as he looked at me. He pulled away, teasing me. "Not yet, baby," he muttered, his hand moving to his own shorts, pushing them down, and taking out his member.
It was so big, hard, and thick that I licked my lips with lust. "Aha! You like it," he smiled, stroking it. Then, he laid me down on the sofa. His tongue traced the curve of my lips, while his hand found its way between my legs, teasing and tormenting, igniting a fire that spread through my veins. I yelped and shivered, arching my back on the sofa and gasping for breath. So he opened my legs, sucked my clit, and pushed his fingers deep to hit the sweet spot inside me.
No more than a couple of minutes later, I writhed in an orgasmic delight. He sensed it too, his fingers moving faster, his tongue sucking harder. I cried out, my body tensing, waves of pleasure crashing over me. He rode it out with me, his fingers slower now, his tongue gentler; he didn't stop until I climaxed. Just then, as I lay there trying to catch my breath, he kissed back up, over my belly and breasts, until he kissed me again. I could taste myself on his lips.
I was a boneless mess on the sofa. He looked up at me, his chin glistening, a smirk playing on his lips. "Damn, you taste good," his voice hoarse. He crawled up my body, his hard member dragging against my thigh, leaving a trail of pre-seminal fluid. I could feel it, hot and sticky, and I reached down, wrapping my hand around it. He hissed, his body jerking at my touch. I stroked it, my thumb circling the head, spreading the juice around. His eyes widened; he groaned.
I wrapped my arms around his waist. "I want you inside me," I begged. He positioned his member at my entrance, its tip teasing my wet folds, and he began to enter, with an expert rhythm, slowly, inch by inch. I gasped as I adjusted to its size; it felt enormous, stretching me in a way that was almost too much. "Damn, you're tight," he said, then lifted my legs up to his chest. He grabbed the back of my neck and slammed into me with all his weight, sliding in and out.
"I'm not one of your usual guys," he warned me. He thrust into me powerfully, filling me completely, and then he pumped relentlessly with his testes slapping against my ass. It was a sweet ********; my head swam with the intensity of his touches and thrusts. He pulled back. "Sweetie, what do you want?" he asked. I looked into his bright blue eyes. My gaze begged him not to stop. He held my hips and, lifting me up, went full piston after I started moving to his rhythm.
The slap of our bodies filled the air, a primal, carnal sound, stronger at each stroke. His hand moved between us, fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Then we moved slowly, deliberately, savoring every touch until we were on the brink of exploding. He groaned, his body tensing, and I felt the intensity of his release, all his hot semen flooding inside me. The climax tore through me, and my entire body shook. My scream merged with his at once.
Later I lay there, beaten but fully satisfied, in quiet contemplation. That day had been like a whirlwind in my life; meeting Jesse had marked the departure from everything I thought I knew about myself. "What are you thinking about?" he asked. I hesitated. "This moment…" I finally said, "it feels unforgettable." Understanding flickered in his eyes, "A turning point," he added. Then he took my hand, his fingers laced through mine. One step beyond, my life took a turn.
The second man, in his forties, had a powerful build and a chiseled face: simply attractive… Impulsively I thought of a new opportunity to work my magic. Having a new audience, admirers, Hispana the Shameless audaciously said, "Hey, hello!" My voice was sweeter than I intended. With a mischievous smile, I extended my arms forward, palms facing down, and initiated a plié. Lifting myself off the ground, I performed a little pirouette. Once I completed the turn, my gaze fell upon them.
The older one had an unreadable expression: he was just observing, while the other looked away. The thought pulsed through me, a jarring realization. My desire to be admired had failed. I stood there, no longer bold and adventurous, arms still extended, feeling suddenly vulnerable and exposed. But after a moment, the older one approached me with kind eyes. He held out his hand to me. "Excuse me, sorry to intrude. We were exploring here…" his voice a low rumble that vibrated gently.
I took his hand. "No disturbance at all, sir. My name is Susana," I said, my voice elated. After introducing himself, Jesse invited me to have a cold one in his RV. I agreed to follow him, while the other one went in another direction. The door swung open. "Thank you, sir!" I said, with excitement palpable. "You're welcome, miss," he replied, smiling. His RV, smelling faintly of pine, wasn't hulking but featured a welcoming living space, an equipped kitchen, and a separate shower.
He made me sit comfortably on a spacious sofa bed, then he opened the fridge and handed me a cold one. His bright blue eyes, perfectly sculpted face, muscular build, and husky voice made him so captivating. I sat there in silence for a while, looking around vaguely, but I could sense his desire for me. "And so," he said, his eyes holding a glint of mischief, "what brings a pretty girl like you to a place like this, all by herself?" I shrugged, but felt a blush creep up my neck.
"Guess I was trying…" I said, "I needed to try to be someone else." He nodded understandingly. "Interesting," he mused, tilting his head slightly. He paused, his blue eyes searching mine. "And who are you trying to be?" The question hung in the air, heavier than I expected; I hadn't considered it. "Someone… freer, less constrained. Someone who takes chances." He chuckled. "Well, you're off to a good start. Following a stranger into his RV for a cold one is certainly a chance."
I laughed, the tension that had been clinging to me melting away. "And you, sir," I asked, "what kind of chances have you taken?" He paused, and his eyes locked with mine, holding a depth of mystery that intrigued and excited me. "Maybe too many. Some I regret, some I cherish. But they all led me here, to this day, sharing this moment with a beautiful girl who is trying to break free. And that, my dear, is a chance worth taking." He smiled, a knowing, intense, enigmatic smile.
Texas had taught him the art of a slow, charming grin. He looked around the RV, stood up, and walked toward the fridge. "Still thirsty?" he asked, without turning around. "Constantly thirsty," I whispered as a confession. My mind was racing. Was I fantasizing? This charming stranger, a bigger catch than expected for a fling. Time slipped away in conversation; secrets and hopes were exchanged. Then, moving his hand, he grazed my fingers, and I got lost in his blue eyes.
"Why are we here?" he murmured. His eyes never left mine. No lingering stare, only a brief and direct "Just kiss me," my answer came surprisingly easily. With a kind gaze, he reached out, his fingers tracing a delicate line along my jaw. "May I…?" In his voice, a question was a plea for permission. I whispered, nodded, inviting him. Our lips met eagerly, then his tongue slid deep to taste me. His breath on my ear, my head fell back, my eyes closed as my heart pounded.
I looked into his eyes, the smirk playing on his lips as his hand slid down, caressing my thigh. His touch sent shivers down my spine. "Sweetie… what would I like to see now?" He didn't wait for an answer. He started to pull off my swimsuit, and before I knew it, I stood there, naked, completely exposed. He leaned back, his eyes roaming over my body, taking in every inch. Time seemed to stop as his gaze rested on my figure. "Oh damn, you look delicious," he whispered.
"Close your eyes, my ballerina," his voice low and husky. His mouth over my breasts, sucking my nipples. "Oh, you're so wet," he mumbled, his fingers sliding through my folds, circling my clit. I moaned loudly, feeling dizzy, my eyes rolled as I yielded to my sensations. Jesse smiled, his eyes filled with desire as he looked at me. He pulled away, teasing me. "Not yet, baby," he muttered, his hand moving to his own shorts, pushing them down, and taking out his member.
It was so big, hard, and thick that I licked my lips with lust. "Aha! You like it," he smiled, stroking it. Then, he laid me down on the sofa. His tongue traced the curve of my lips, while his hand found its way between my legs, teasing and tormenting, igniting a fire that spread through my veins. I yelped and shivered, arching my back on the sofa and gasping for breath. So he opened my legs, sucked my clit, and pushed his fingers deep to hit the sweet spot inside me.
No more than a couple of minutes later, I writhed in an orgasmic delight. He sensed it too, his fingers moving faster, his tongue sucking harder. I cried out, my body tensing, waves of pleasure crashing over me. He rode it out with me, his fingers slower now, his tongue gentler; he didn't stop until I climaxed. Just then, as I lay there trying to catch my breath, he kissed back up, over my belly and breasts, until he kissed me again. I could taste myself on his lips.
I was a boneless mess on the sofa. He looked up at me, his chin glistening, a smirk playing on his lips. "Damn, you taste good," his voice hoarse. He crawled up my body, his hard member dragging against my thigh, leaving a trail of pre-seminal fluid. I could feel it, hot and sticky, and I reached down, wrapping my hand around it. He hissed, his body jerking at my touch. I stroked it, my thumb circling the head, spreading the juice around. His eyes widened; he groaned.
I wrapped my arms around his waist. "I want you inside me," I begged. He positioned his member at my entrance, its tip teasing my wet folds, and he began to enter, with an expert rhythm, slowly, inch by inch. I gasped as I adjusted to its size; it felt enormous, stretching me in a way that was almost too much. "Damn, you're tight," he said, then lifted my legs up to his chest. He grabbed the back of my neck and slammed into me with all his weight, sliding in and out.
"I'm not one of your usual guys," he warned me. He thrust into me powerfully, filling me completely, and then he pumped relentlessly with his testes slapping against my ass. It was a sweet ********; my head swam with the intensity of his touches and thrusts. He pulled back. "Sweetie, what do you want?" he asked. I looked into his bright blue eyes. My gaze begged him not to stop. He held my hips and, lifting me up, went full piston after I started moving to his rhythm.
The slap of our bodies filled the air, a primal, carnal sound, stronger at each stroke. His hand moved between us, fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Then we moved slowly, deliberately, savoring every touch until we were on the brink of exploding. He groaned, his body tensing, and I felt the intensity of his release, all his hot semen flooding inside me. The climax tore through me, and my entire body shook. My scream merged with his at once.
Later I lay there, beaten but fully satisfied, in quiet contemplation. That day had been like a whirlwind in my life; meeting Jesse had marked the departure from everything I thought I knew about myself. "What are you thinking about?" he asked. I hesitated. "This moment…" I finally said, "it feels unforgettable." Understanding flickered in his eyes, "A turning point," he added. Then he took my hand, his fingers laced through mine. One step beyond, my life took a turn.
