Sharon awoke from a deep overnight slumber, her eyes blinking at the stripes of sunlight streaming through the barely open blinds of their Bahamas resort suite. 

She reached her hand across the bed where her husband, Jack, had slept at her side. She was in a very relaxed state and was feeling like sex with her husband of twenty years would be a perfect start to her day! They were celebrating their anniversary in the tropical paradise, and were starting their third day of seven. 

But Jack wasn’t in bed. She heard a noise behind her.

Rolling over, she looked toward the bathroom and saw Jack putting the finishing touches on his hair. He was fully dressed in a polo shirt and shorts.

Blinking the sleep away, Sharon groggily mumbled, “Where are you going so early?”

Turning to smile at his beautiful wife, he beamed.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” He walked over to the bed and kissed her forehead before sitting on the edge, caressing her bare arm. “Today is the golf course,” he reminded her. “Remember?”

“Ohhh,” she groaned, rubbing her eyes. “That’s right.”

Jack had mentioned it when they arrived two days ago, but hadn’t said anything about it yesterday.

“Well, I need some of this before you go,” she said, grinning as she rubbed the crotch of his shorts.

“Oh, you are such a temptress!” Jack responded. “But I actually need to get down there in two minutes. This afternoon?”

“Ugh, fine!” Sharon grumbled, turning away from him.

Feeling a little guilty, Jack brushed her long brown hair with his hand and said, “Hey, I’ll look into getting you a massage while I’m down there. How does that sound?”

“That would be nice,” she admitted, not moving.

Jack rose to his feet, walking toward the door.

“I’m going down to the beach,” she called to him as he opened the door.

“Good! I’ll meet you down there after golf,” he answered, then closed the door behind him.

When she heard the “click” of the latch, Sharon threw the soft sheets aside and got up to lock the bolt on the door. She always felt safer that way. Then she padded her way to the bathroom. She had only slept in her cotton panties and grabbed her breasts as they swayed with each step.

Sliding her panties down, she sat on the toilet and relieved her bladder with a sigh, the tinkling in the water the only sound in the suite.

Sharon decided to forego showering. She figured she’d take a dip in the water and that would be “clean enough.” She slipped into the blue bikini she had packed, poured herself a bowl of cereal, and sat at the small table as she turned on the TV.

Once her breakfast was finished, she placed her empty bowl into the small sink and brushed her teeth, admiring her body in the mirror. At forty-three, she still looked amazing to most red-blooded men, with curves in all the right places. She seemed to notice men’s turned heads more than her husband noticed it.

She took a few moments to spray her body with waterproof sunscreen and slipped her wedding ring on. Then, binding a sheer blue wrap around her waist, Sharon grabbed a towel and headed out the door.

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Making her way along the beach just below the resort, Sharon smiled as she breathed in the crisp ocean breeze and took in the sight of crystal turquoise water along the shoreline. This was paradise! She was relieved that there weren’t a lot of people on the beach at this time of day.

Finding a somewhat secluded spot tucked away behind large pumice rocks, Sharon unrolled her towel and placed it flat on the sand in an area partially shaded by palm trees.

Removing her wrap, she slid her feet through the sand as she walked about twenty feet to the inviting water. When her toes hit the gently lapping ocean, she marveled at the comfortable temperature. “Perfect!” she said aloud, going further in until the water was up to her chest. 

She pulled her bottoms aside and rubbed her bare pussy under the water to freshen it up. Then she pulled the crotch back over it and dipped her head under the water for a couple of seconds, rising again and running her hands over her head to smooth her hair back,

Then she made her way back to the beach, feeling exhilarated and ready to catch some sun!

Sharon lay prone on the towel, her back pointed skyward. She rested her head on her crossed arms.

She began to drift into a dreamlike state when she heard a rustling in the vegetation. Fearing a wild animal may be nearby, she popped her head upward to look. She was startled to see a young Black man standing near her, looking at her. He was shirtless, with a slender, toned torso, wearing only red swim trunks and an ID dangling from a lanyard around his neck. He appeared to be no more than twenty or so.

“Oh!” she gasped. “I didn’t realize…” she began, trailing off, unsure what else to say.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” the young man smiled, his voice in a thick creole-like accent. “My name is Kenton,” he said, holding up his badge. “I am here to give you a massage.”

“Jack followed through,” she thought to herself. 

“Um, o-okay,” Sharon stammered to Kenton. “Right here?”

“Absolutely,” Kenton smiled.

“Alright,” Sharon responded. “How do you need me?”

“You can stay just like that, relax, and let my fingers give you the relief you need,” he answered.

Putting her head back down on her arms and closing her eyes, Sharon could feel the young man straddle her thighs. Then, his hands found her shoulders and began squeezing and kneading her flesh. In an instant, she was melting like putty in his hands. Despite his youth, he really knew what he was doing!

Kenton moved down to her lower back, pressing her spine and the muscles surrounding it. She was in heaven, so grateful to her husband for providing this luxury!

Then, Sharon felt Kenton’s hands squeezing her buttocks. At first, she tensed at his touch there, wondering if this was normal.

“It’s okay,” she heard him whisper. “Just relax.”

She hesitantly accepted that there was probably nothing amiss, and she relaxed again.

Adjusting his perch, his hands moved down her thighs, squeezing them with both hands, sliding down to her calves and feet, then back up again.

Kenton gently pressed a hand at the top of her thighs, between her legs, his fingers brushing her covered crotch.

Stiffening and clenching her butt, Sharon gasped. “Did my husband put you up to this?” she asked curiously. She remembered expressing her horny state to Jack. Did he pay this kid something extra to give her an erotic massage?

“Yes,” Kenton replied with a chuckle. “Now, let me make you feel really nice,” he added.

Excited by this prospect, feeling they were private enough, Sharon put her head back down, closed her eyes, and parted her legs slightly.

Kenton went right at it, rubbing her covered crotch more boldly now. Sharon arched her back, sticking her ass up higher. She felt Kenton slide her bikini crotch aside, exposing her naked cunt. Then he slid a finger into her moist, warm crevasse. He heard the older woman sigh.

He could not resist adding another finger, sliding them in and out slowly. Sharon’s pussy was aching for more, and her involuntary moans and sighs became more rapid as she gripped the edges of the towel,

Suddenly, an explosive orgasm rippled through her body, intense and maximally pleasurable!

Kenton slowed his manual stimulation while Sharon came down from her climax.

As Sharon’s breath slowed back to normal, she felt the young man spread her ass cheeks and push his face between them, his nose pressing on her anus and his lips and tongue gently lapping her soaking folds.

Moving to sit in front of the woman, Kenton looked around. Seeing no one in sight, he slid his trunks down, exposing his thick shaft.

Instinctively, she reached out and began stroking it, her fingers wrapped loosely around the shaft and sliding her fist up and down. 

“Please…suck it for me,” young Kenton begged.

Sharon was already in a heightened state of arousal, her only concern being seen. But there was no one around, and she knew this kid needed some release. So, she moved forward and slid her mouth over it.

Once she started and her masseuse began to groan, she realized she didn’t have a plan for his release. Should she stop just before, stroking him to an orgasm? Should she just swallow it?

But it was irrelevant. Kenton stopped her, saying, “I want to fuck.”

“Um, I mean, that could be very dangerous…for both of us,” she cautioned.

“I promise, I will pull out!” he assured her.

Thinking it over for a few moments as she stared into his hungry eyes, her own lust dictated her answer. “Okay,” she said hesitantly. “How do you want to…?”

“Roll over!” he ordered her. Now, she was on her back on the warm towel.

Hooking his thumbs at the sides of her bikini bottoms, Kenton swiftly removed them and climbed on top of the mature woman. As she looked deep into his black eyes, she felt his hard, velvety tool slide its way inside her!

“Oh my god,” she said in a hushed voice. “That feels so…”

She stopped herself, closing her eyes, her mouth hanging open as Kenton began to slide in and out of her. The sensations were overwhelming for Sharon as her breathing quickened.

Several more strokes later, she was whimpering at his thrusts. “Oh yes! Oh my god! Fuck me, Kenton!” she cried as quietly as possible.

Another orgasm crashed over Sharon as Kenton’s pace quickened by the second! Finally, just as he’d promised, she felt him suddenly withdraw. She looked down her torso and saw him sitting on his calves between her legs, stroking himself furiously while staring at her glistening folds. Then she saw thick ropes of cum shooting from his cock and splattering onto her tummy as her lover cried out with each spasm—a little louder than she was comfortable with!

Collapsing onto his prize, they were breathing hard from the excitement and exertion. 

“Wow,” Sharon said with a chuckle. “That was quite a massage! Thank you,” she added.

Giggling, young Kenton climbed off her. “Absolutely. Any time!”

A few more seconds passed, and only the sounds of the gently rolling waves and seagull cries were heard by the couple. Kenton was looking at the mess he’d made on Sharon’s stomach.

“Maybe we should go take a dip?” he suggested.

“That is a great idea!” she answered, sitting up and getting to her feet. She slid her damp bikini bottom back on, and Kenton did the same with his trunks. Then they hurried down to the shoreline and got into the temperate water up to their necks.

Sharon furiously rubbed her stomach, making sure she got all the semen cleaned off in the water. Then Kenton moved close, and they kissed sweetly and lovingly. Then Sharon saw a few people on the beach, and one woman was pointing at them. She immediately stepped away from Kenton, thanking him again for his amazing massage.

As they moved to shallower water, Kenton began to walk away, waving and smiling at her as the distance between them grew.

Walking toward her towel again, she saw Jack, shirtless and wearing his swim trunks. Sharon got nervous, wondering how much he had seen. Still, she thought to herself, this was his doing, anyway!

Jack was smiling. “I just got here. Glad I was able to find you quickly.”

“Yes!” she breathed, smiling back at him. “Hey, um, thank you for the—“ 

But Jack interrupted her. “Yes, I arranged for that massage at the resort! It’s scheduled for this afternoon!”

Shocked, Sharon looked back at the shoreline. “Then who was he?” she wondered to herself.

Realizing she had just been taken advantage of by a horny young opportunist, Sharon decided to keep the exciting encounter to herself!

-THE END-