The soft plastic ball hit my navel. Startled, I opened my eyes and looked for the culprit who had so ruthlessly torn me from my most beautiful summer dreams. The culprit was young, maybe eighteen, and he came running in my direction with quick steps. He was almost beautiful, his flesh firm and well-toned and his skin tanned. Then he was with me. His blue eyes smiled at me cheerfully. I looked up his long, straight legs until they met his crotch. Confused, I looked away. I was glad that he made himself smaller and sat down next to me.
"Sorry!" he mumbled in a surprisingly manly voice. He grabbed the ball and rolled it back and forth between his hands. Smiling at me, he looked me in the eye and said: "To be honest, I'm not sorry!"
"And why not?"
He threw the ball in the air and caught it again.
"I still wasn't completely honest!" He grinned broadly and put the ball to one side. "The shot was on target!"
I sat up, but he still towered over me by a head. His dark curls were tousled by the sea breeze and awakened almost maternal instincts in me.
"Did you make a bet?"
He looked at me in astonishment, then laughed. "Absolutely not!"
He looked out at the water, where a little boy was having fun with his toy boat, and then his eyes came back to me and looked at me thoughtfully.
"I've been watching you the whole time, thinking about how I could get your attention."
"Hm...", I just said and lay back on my blanket. He looked at my belly unabashedly and said after a while: "Anyway, your cute belly hasn't been damaged!"
I was royally amused by him and the way he was flirting. Too bad, the boy was too young for me and that put me in invisible chains.
"You really are a beautiful woman!" said the young Adonis next to me, smiling at me. "And you're the first woman I've ever told that to!"
I fell silent and looked up into the little white clouds, heard a small child crying somewhere and watched a seagull flying in circles over the bathers. "I like the way you walk, the way you dress, even the way you hold your cutlery!"
Now I finally woke up and sat down again so that I could look him in the face.
"Does that mean you've been watching me for a while?" The boy made me curious. He looked at me sheepishly.
"I noticed you straight away. You came into 'Peter's fish restaurant', I saw you and my heart did somersaults!"
I picked up some sand and let it slip through my fingers. What did the boy want from me? I was thirty-six and far too old for him.
"At your age, your heart still does somersaults quickly," I replied.
"But it hasn't done that yet!" He ran his fingers through his curly locks and his eyes looked at me seriously. "It's only really happened to you and I've been around you so many times ..."
He suddenly fell silent and I felt a little helpless. A little girl came running up to us and looked at us curiously. He stroked her face and she ran off laughing.
"Shall we swim together?"
He stood up, perhaps not yet a man, but certainly no longer a child, held out his hand to me and looked at me pleadingly. "Frying in the sun isn't good for your skin anyway, it makes wrinkles early on!"
I took his hand and he held on to it for a few breaths. Then he kicked the ball away and said with a laugh: "I don't need it anymore. It's served its purpose!"
I was a good swimmer, but he was even better and kept catching up with me. Wherever I looked, his young, beautiful face was always before my eyes and I began to find his flirting appealing. Flirting, here in the sea and on the beach, what was the big deal. Afterwards we would part as if nothing had happened. Suddenly I was picked up by his arms. I felt him on my face, smelled the seawater on his skin and wanted to lick it off. Was I out of my mind? I struggled like a madwoman, but he held me in an iron grip.
"I want to wear you like this for all eternity!" His voice had sounded tender and I looked at him puzzled for a moment. Then I laughed at him and he put me down on the floor, slightly piqued.
"Yes, go ahead and laugh! I've fallen in love with you anyway!"
I didn't believe him. He flirted too skillfully for that, or were there instruction books? His beautiful eyes looked at me trustingly and he put his hand on my shoulder.
"I'm telling the truth!" he whispered.
Now I was getting restless, really restless, although I told myself that falling in love with this boy was an impossibility. Fleeing from myself, I ran away, but he stayed on my heels. "You can tell me to run now and I'll leave. Well, I mean..." I turned to look at him and he looked sad. "Maybe you should give me a very small chance and go out with me tonight!"
He was standing very close to me now and my face was almost touching his chest. "You must really be crazy!" I mumbled without looking at him. "Why don't you fall in love with a girl your own age? How old are you anyway?"
"I'm eighteen years old and I've fallen in love with you! When I see you, my heart races, at night I dream about you, shall I say more?"
Again I had the urge to kiss his beautiful, smooth skin and it confused me more and more.
"Please don't send me away!" he whispered and put his hand on my shoulder again.
"No, I'm not sending you away!" I replied to my astonishment and he took this as an opportunity to immediately put his arm around my shoulders.
We really had arranged to meet that evening. I had bathed and changed afterwards. Why had he chosen me? The beach was full of young, pretty girls. I looked at myself in the mirror and was quite pleased with my appearance. I instinctively felt that I wanted this boy. Had he really never had a girlfriend before? The way he looked, I had qualms. Nevertheless, I set off.
We had arranged to meet at a small restaurant and as I reached my destination, I became more and more worried. I quickly walked past the front door, pushed my way through a crowd of people and hurried to the beach. No, it was impossible. I couldn't feed the boy's hopes and I didn't want to be his teacher. I was no good at that. I was certainly not a child of sadness and had gained my experiences, and now this boy was here, wooing me and blatantly revealing his affection.
I walked leisurely up the dunes, holding my shoes in my hands. A light sea breeze made the grass of the dunes dance. I looked for a sheltered spot and lay down on the soft sand, gazing at the starry sky. Suddenly I felt that I was no longer alone. My heart began to race. I sat down and looked around. I saw him coming towards me.
"You wanted to pinch me!" he called out to me. His voice sounded a little disappointed. He stopped in front of me and looked down at me. "But that's a good thing. At least I'll have you to myself!"
He sat down next to me and looked at me slightly reproachfully.
"Not all to yourself!" I pointed at the stars. "They own me too!"
"Just as well, the stars are us! That tells me you're romantic. Only romantic people look at the stars and think something of it." He took my hand and put his mouth on it. "Why are you so afraid of me?"
"I don't have any..."
"Yes, you are! You don't want to accept me."
Strangely enough, I let him have my hand and I really liked the way he held it. He came closer to me and tried to catch the look in my eyes.
"You think I'm too young for you!"
"I really do think that!"
He put his arm around my shoulders. I was startled. I could still shrug him off, but could I? I suddenly felt under pressure and unable to let my mind prevail. One to zero for my feelings, which found this boy incredibly attractive.
"You smell so good!" he murmured and gave me a peck on the cheek. I relaxed and even leaned my head against him. That certainly encouraged him and he sought out my mouth.
"No, don't do that!"
It started to crackle inside me. He wasn't put off by my veto and placed his lips on my mouth. Maybe it was the starry sky, the smell of the sea and the rustling of the tall grass - or maybe it was him? In any case, I let him kiss me and even wrapped my arms around him. A little later, my hands ruffled his dark head of curls. A little breathless, we lay down in the sand. He rested my head on his shoulder and I began to forget how inexperienced he was.
"You're a beautiful woman...!" he whispered and pressed me against him. He sighed: "I don't know what to do in such cases. I want to ..."
"You want to make love to me!"
I wanted to look up at the sky but met his eyes above me and I pulled him to me and kissed him. He stroked my neck, my chin and my mouth again. His hand carefully felt my breast. I felt the tender embrace and the gentle desire. And I wasn't strong enough to refuse him! He pushed the dress off my shoulders and his mouth followed the movements of his hand. I began to have doubts again and struggled with my scruples. I held his hand tightly and was unable to say a word.
"Let me go on!" he begged.
Very slowly, he pushed my dress lower and lower until my breasts were bare. His mouth kissed my buds, his breathing became more labored. "You're getting hard!" His voice sounded happy. "You really like it!"
He took his time caressing my breasts and admiring words. I began to crave his skin and started to undress him. We were soon lying bare-chested in the soft dune sand. And when we touched each other in a fierce embrace, his body trembled. I could feel the effect of our embrace on him, but I didn't want to take that step yet, if at all. His sensitive hands began to search further and slipped under my skirt.
I kissed his chest and his little nipples stood up hard too. He pulled me against him and held me close. I felt his hard sex, intoxicated by his desire and suddenly knew that I would give in to this boy. I wriggled down on him and licked his nipples, tongued his navel and circled him. He took a deep breath and put his hand on the back of my neck. I lay down to the side and opened his pants. His sex stuck out steeply and it seemed huge to me. I embraced it with one hand and caressed the erect head of his penis with my lips. I tenderly and playfully took it in my mouth and stroked his testicles. He tried to penetrate me deeply in a surge of emotion, but I gently pushed him back. His pelvis moved restlessly beneath me and his sighing grew stronger. I kissed his sex, his skin. He tensed up and began to gasp. I lay on top of him and embraced his penis with my breasts. I rubbed it tenderly until a hot moisture wetted my skin and a cry emerged from his throat into the starry sky. He took me in his arms, rejoicing.
"That was wonderful-wonderful-beautiful!" He looked down at himself, where his sex was still standing at attention. "Do you think it's beautiful?"
"Very beautiful indeed!" I kissed the tip of his nose.
"Do you want to feel him inside you?"
I nodded in agreement. He rolled me onto my back and his hand slipped under my skirt again.
"Don't you want to take your clothes off at last?"
"Yes, I do!" I stood up and undressed. He sat down and touched my most intimate parts with his fingertips. It felt wonderful! He stroked me gently.
"I would never have believed that a woman could feel so beautiful!"
"Am I really the first woman for you?"
"Yes, you are!"
I didn't care now. I was totally heated and longed for him. My hands slid over his back and kneaded his buttocks when his penis was over my face. I opened my mouth to let him in again, but he just gently stroked my lips and then quickly reached my pubic area. I opened myself up to him and when I felt the tip of his penis, I was already filled with unbridled lust! He thrust into me quite hard and then lay still on top of me for a moment.
"You beautiful ... beautiful ..."
He bounced violently and deeply into me again. I put my hands on his hips and gently pushed him upwards.
"Not so wild right away," I whispered. "Just a little bit at first ..."
The tip of his penis began to play with me in exactly the way I wanted and I enjoyed it to the full. He quickly understood how to fulfill my wishes. I became more and more eager to be conquered by him and I wrapped my legs around him, quivering with pleasure. He held out for an amazingly long time and I felt like I was being completely filled by his penis. He really managed to make me enjoy the glories of love and I pressed him as deeply as I could into my center. The pleasurable waves in my body almost made me faint. At first he seemed a little confused, but then I felt him get even harder and, gasping, his hot spring gushed into my still boiling body.
"You're the most beautiful woman in the world!" he said quite breathlessly.
I hugged him happily and wiped a few damp strands of hair from his face. "Never again in my life will I find another woman more beautiful than you!" He pointed to a star that shone particularly brightly. "That one up there shall be my witness!"
"That's Venus!"
"All the better!"
In love, I snuggled up to his body. The night blurred the traces of the age difference and I wished the night would never end.
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