Tropical Trollop
Walking alone along the beach that night, Miranda Matthews didn’t feel so much out of place as she had all week at the island resort. During the days and evenings it seemed she was always surrounded by golden tanned bikini babes and bronze hunks half her age. But, late at night, in solitude, she could appreciate and enjoy the beauty of the tropical paradise without the noise and distraction created by the younger set.
Her friend Jenny was one of those young enough to be Miranda’s daughter. But even with the age difference, the two women had become very close in the past year at the office as Miranda went through a rather messy divorce and Jenny was a good friend with an always available shoulder to cry on. Now that the divorce was final, Jenny had invited Miranda to accompany her on vacation to this Caribbean resort and although she had some reservations about going to as place that primarily catered to much younger singles, Miranda had agreed.
Earlier that evening Jenny had hooked up with a good looking guy during happy hour on the bar patio. Miranda had excused herself and ended up walking for miles along the beach. As she approached her and Jenny’s bungalow several hours later the crashing of ocean waves on the rocks barely muffled the sounds emanating from the open bedroom window. It quickly became evident that Jenny had brought her fellow back to the bungalow and from the moans and groans it was obvious they were engaged in a rather boisterous sexual encounter.
Miranda stepped back off the first step of the porch and was about to resume her walk on the beach when a naughty thought entered her mind. She hadn’t had any sex, other than masturbation, in almost two years and since she had often wondered if Jenny’s tales of her sexual exploits at the office had been embellished a bit, Miranda crept around to the bedroom side of the bungalow.
The lights were on and the partly opened curtains fluttered in the nighttime breeze. Calypso music from a bedside radio played an intoxicating beat. Miranda quietly approached the window so she could see into the bedroom. Jenny and the young man were both stark naked on the bed in a sixty-nine position, his face buried between her open thighs as he tongued and licked her pussy. Jenny was busily sucking his cock as he grinded his pelvis against her face.
Jenny reached her climax first and began cumming hard, her hips bucking as she held on tightly to the back of her companion’s head. The young woman sucked harder as she came and this brought on the man’s orgasm. His body glistened with sweat as he filled Jenny’s gulping mouth and throat with powerful spurts of his seed.
Miranda watched wild-eyed as the young couple reclined on the bed beside each other and made post-fucking small talk. As she turned from the window to creep away a whisper from a small stand of nearby palm trees startled her, “Pretty hot, those two, don’t you think?”
Miranda almost screamed in fright, but caught herself and turned toward the source of the whisper. A young man stepped out into view, the moonlight illuminating his handsome features. “You’re Jenny’s friend… Miranda, right?” he inquired.
“Uh, yes, that’s right,” she replied, “and you’re Paul, Jacks’ friend… we met earlier at the bar.”
“Yeah, I stuck around until it was obvious those two were getting rather cozy. You disappeared suddenly…” his voice trailed off.
“I went for a long walk, it’s such a lovely night,” Miranda said.
“Oh, I wish I had known, I would have joined you,” Paul said with a smile.
Miranda and Paul moved toward the front of the bungalow and sat down on the porch steps. “I wonder what they would think if they knew you and I had just seen them doing that,” Paul mused.
For some reason that comment made Miranda giggle. “It was quite a show, wasn’t it?” she said. “They could get jobs as contortionists in the circus.”
“I have to be honest with you Miranda, Jack’s been hoping to have a chance with Jenny since he first saw her at the pool a few days ago,” Paul said in a conspiratorial tone.
“No kidding?” Miranda asked. “Jenny has had her eye on him, too,” she laughed. “Well, I guess it all worked out for the best.”
Paul leaned closer to her and said very solemnly, “I have another confession. I followed them back here because I was hoping you’d be here when we arrived, Miranda. When I discovered that you weren’t, I pretended to leave, but I just couldn’t resist seeing those two horny devils go at it. So, I found a spot in the trees and observed a little nature.”
“You were hoping to see me?” Miranda asked.
“Yeah, you’re so much more substantial than the bimbos running around here. I see enough of that at home. But you’re a classy woman old enough to be their mother, or mine for that matter, and you look better in your bikini than most of them. And, I know, because I’ve looked rather closely this week,” he said with a laugh.
“My goodness!” Miranda exclaimed, “That certainly is a compliment. Thank you, Paul.”
He moved closer to her on the step they shared and placed his hand on the bare flesh of her knee just below the hem of her skirt. “I mean it Miranda. I’ve wanted to spend time with you since we’ve been here. It just wasn’t in the cards, until now,” Paul said, and then leaned in to kiss her.
Miranda opened her mouth to him and they kissed passionately for what seemed an eternity. She had been used to younger men paying some attention to her because she was in great shape and looked years younger than she was, but this was the first time she had ever kissed a guy Paul’s age.
Paul’s hand moved up from her knee and under the thin material of her skirt to caress the soft smooth flesh of her inner thigh. Miranda pulled his body tighter against her own and returned his favor by placing her palm between his parted legs tightly against his straining erection. His cock felt large and warm as it pulsated beneath the confining material of his khaki shorts.
Miranda felt Paul’s fingers begin to explore the sleek lips of her dampening pussy and she murmured cooing sounds as he brushed her stiffened clit. As she reached inside his pants to enclose his turgid pole of flesh in her fist, Paul gently slid his middle finger into the liquid heat of her wet cunt. Miranda stroked his cock with her hand as he slowly finger fucked her squeezing hole and thumbed her clitoris. Another of his probing fingers found its way inside her dripping tunnel and she began pumping his rock hard prick faster. With her free hand Miranda pulled her blouse down to release her naked breasts and Paul immediately began lavishing her large well shaped tits and thick hardened nipples with tender kisses.
It had been so long since she had felt the touch of a man on her yearning body and Miranda suddenly let go and began to cum in a prolonged series of intense convulsive spasms. Just when she thought it was over, Paul slipped a pussy-juiced finger against her tight tiny anus and pushed it in to the hilt in one fluid motion. Miranda came again and Paul’s entire body began to shake as her stroking hand sent him over the edge. She pumped and milked his magnificent cock watching the powerful spurts of cream erupt and spray into the night sky in the moonlight.
A few minutes later, Miranda kissed Paul and with a sigh asked, “I think I’m going in to bed now. Would you like to join me?”
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