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The Siren  

therighttool69 55M  
2 posts
3/9/2021 3:27 pm
The Siren


Jack was mentally and physically exhausted. Being your own boss is great but being responsible for making sure there was work for all of his employees sometimes felt like he was a being wagged by the tail. He needed this getaway. Jack was headed to one of his favorite spots--the shore-- sit his ass in a chair on the beach and fish in the surf. Something about the rhythm of the waves crashing and rolling up the beach soothed his frayed nerves and helped him empty his mind and forget, for awhile, all the pressures and people that nagged at him back home.

Jack arrived as he liked to do about a half hour before sunrise. That gave him time unload his fishing cart, get all of his gear into it and pull it down the ramp onto the beach and get where he wanted to be before the sun came up. He walked about a quarter mile up the beach so that he would be nice and far away from anyone else. He didn't need anyone stopping to "chat". Setting up didn't take long and soon his lines were baited and in the water--out as far as he could cast--just as the sun was peeking over the horizon. Now, there was nothing to do but wait and watch his poles and just soak it all in.

A half hour later, Jack sat up with a start. Sometimes, the waves and the sun can lull you into a sort of complacent stupor. But he realized that something was a little strange. His lines were all fine, the fish weren't biting yet. His<b> ears </font></b>perked as he heard what sounded like a distant Siren. It was an odd sound and he couldn't quite distinguish if it was actually a siren or the sound of a woman's voice singing. Whatever it was, he became curious and began looking around. Not seeing anything or anyone, he sat back down and leaned his head back.

Several minutes later, he heard it again. This time as he looked down the beach there was a woman walking slowly toward him. She was intent on looking for shells and stopped every few steps to bend and pick one up. He observed her for several minutes and couldn't help but notice that she had a gorgeous body--a dancers build with long slender legs, a trim waist and perky B-cup breasts. Her bikini displayed it marvelously. Dark brunette hair flowed in the wind, and she flipped it away expertly from her face every minute or so with a captivating toss of her head.

Jack began to realize that the sound he had heard a few minutes earlier, was actually coming from her direction. She was actually singing. He couldn't understand why it sounded like a Siren before, because now the melody was simply beautiful and captivating. Forgetting about his rods in the water, he became acutely aware of the lengthening rod in his swimsuit. Reaching down to adjust himself, he left his hand there and admired the form drawing closer to him as she turned back and bent down to pick up a shell, the thong bikini displaying her ass gloriously. Jack drew in a sharp breath as his cock twitched in his hand.

The woman began walking again coming closer until Jack was able to make out her facial features. A coy mouth with natural lips pursed as the salt sea spray was blown into her face. Her nose was not particularly noticeable, which is a good thing--no one really wants people to notice their nose. But her eyes were a beautiful deep brown with golden flecks in the irises. They nearly glowed in the rising sun. She drew abreast of him there on the beach and shyly glancing his way, asked if he had caught anything. "No, not yet" he replied trying to think of something,,,anything to say to this gorgeous woman standing in front of him.

Strangely, she continued singing, standing there in front of him. He began to feel as though his spirit was leaving his body, and he watched from above as the woman approached him, still singing. She stood directly in front of him and reached out to trace the muscles on his chest with her index finger. She reached around behind her and pulled the string the held her bikini top on and neatly slid it off allow her breasts to fall free. Jack involuntarily raised his hand to cup her breasts, stroking her erect nipples with his thumb.

Allowing her hand to roam down his stomach, he realized that she was intent on pulling down his bathing suit. As she did, his cock sprang out, fully hard as it had been since she had appeared on the beach. "Is that for me?" she asked. All he could manage was an affirmative grunt as she expertly took his maleness into her mouth and began caressing his cock with her tongue. Moaning with pleasure, Jack took her head in his hands and did what he could to control her as she wantonly sucked him, her own moans blending with his. He certainly wouldn't last long like this--his wife nearly never sucked his cock and when she did made it seem like she had done him a huge favor. But she had never sucked his cock like this. This woman, whose name he still didn't even know, was obviously just enjoying everything about sucking him off. His brain just couldn't process it.

Pulling himself out of her mouth, he made her stand up and he squatted down and pulled off her bikini bottoms. He was rewarded with a beautiful groomed pussy with a neat little landing strip under which, beautiful full labia peaked out like a hastily packed suitcase. He guided her down into his beach chair and knelt down in front of her nuzzling her mound with his nose, inhaling her scent. Jack's tongue darted out and he began exploring her, sucking and licking and nibbling her clitoris. She now began to moan and her pelvis began to move in rhythm to the strokes of Jack's tongue, pressing herself to his mouth. He felt her hands now holding his head as her orgasm began to build. Slipping fingers inside of her, Jack quickly found her G-spot and she came almost simultaneously her hips bucking into his fingers.

Allowing her orgasm to subside for just a moment, Jack used her juices on his fingers to lubricate his cock. He then tipped her out his chair onto her knees, and positioning himself behind her, he entered her pussy completely in one full stroke. He enjoyed hearing the gasp that escaped from her as her body adjusted to his cock. But giving her only a moment to comprehend what was happening, Jack began fuck her with long deep strokes, slowly at first but then building with speed and force until he was slamming into her body, his balls swinging in and smacking her clitoris. It was only a few minutes--maybe not even that long--until her body betrayed her again and she came so intensely she nearly screamed. Jack plunged one last time into her as far as he possibly could, releasing his cum deep within her pussy.

Collapsing forward onto her, he kept his cock inside of her and together they just rested that way for a few minutes. It had been the most intense sex he had had in quite sometime. He could feel the stress falling away. Inhaling the scent of her hair deeply, Jack pushed himself up and his cock fell out of her. She turned to him and smiled. "What is your name" he asked. "Siren", she replied.

delanoche023 43F
14 posts
3/9/2021 7:32 pm

she can feel the sea breeze...

aye fisherman— to live with
no fear of depth— only shallow living...
ab-sea-loot-lyyy

speakin’ of which—

.... the deeper he goes
.....the greater she flows 💋

she makes waves, he rides ‘em )


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