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May Story - Miami MILF (Chapter 8)
🕑 Added 2022-07-29 05:26:28 +0000 UTCWe agreed to go to the beach that day. She needed some time to walk Stella, get dressed, and all around get ready for the day. I went back to my AirBnB to change clothes. I offered to pick her up, that way it made me feel like it was a date. I never got to pick up a date before in my car. I was using a rental though, so the dream was only half-fulfilled.
I waited for her at the curb and we smiled at each other when she stepped out. Christ almighty, she was divine no matter where she went. We could have just been going for errands and she would still dress extra with a sunhat and sundress. She strutted across the pavement with her bag of towels and books, and a small cooler. The wind blew a little and I spotted a glimpse of her bikini top from her cleavage.
“Where to?” I asked.
“There’s a quiet place I know not far. Just drive down south.”
We rode with the windows down. I kept glancing at her to smile. She relaxed with her chair reclined and the window open, letting the air flow through her hair.
There was a bridge up ahead, but she told me to get off at the next right. There was a relatively small harbor with private boats and a massive parking lot. Not many people were out and about there. I wondered where we were going when she pointed out that there was a small tunnel that went underneath the road to the other side where the beach was.
The beach area felt more natural than most of the ones by the Jersey Shore, in the sense that there were lots of trees and shrubbery. It was like a small park. You would have no idea that the beach was right over the line of trees. We passed by many entrances to the beach, but Joan clearly had one spot in mind that was further down.
She finally took a turn and we walked onto the golden dunes. Off to our left was the rest of Sunny Isles with all the resorts and fancy apartments and people crowding the beach. You can see the crowds thin out until it reached to us, where there were only a handful of people around.
I spotted a small wooden fence that sectioned us off. I didn’t think about it at the time. I set down the blankets and all the bags. I opened the cooler expecting water but only saw cans of Corona. I immediately shut the cooler.
“You brought alcohol?” I hissed.
“Yeah,” she shrugged. “Is that a problem?” She had said it like it was a normal thing.
“But you can bring alcohol on the beach?”
“¡Si! It’s Miami!”
Damn. I really love being here.
She then corrected herself, “In most beaches. But here in Haulover, yes.”
It felt so weird just dishing out a can of Corona, opening it with a loud hiss, and gulping it down.
Joan gracefully tore off her clothes, baring her stylish red bikini underneath. This one seemed to have been made with the intention of attraction attention. It certainly worked on me. Her bum looked tight in it. Her breasts bobbed. Her legs looked extravagant as she laid down as if ready to pose for a photoshoot.
Then she grabbed a beer, and I just loved that image – a graceful woman who loved to drink beer from the can.
We clinked cans and drank.
After she belched, she asked, “You’re leaving next Monday, right?”
“No, this Friday.”
She lowered her sunglasses at me. “What? You’re not saying for the weekend?”
“Nah. I gotta get ready for going back to my studies.”
“Tsch. Suit yourself. But you should enjoy your last week here while you can.”
She laid out on the blanket and stretched lazily like a cat. “Enjoy every second of it, Lucas.”
For some reason, that seemed to be an invitation. She picked up Tolkien’s Unfinished Tales and read it. I admired her, maybe a little too much, because she stopped reading and looked at me saying, “What?”
“Nothing.”
She smiled. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“No, no. Nothing.”
I laid down next to her reading my book, and for the first time in my life I felt like I really connected to someone. We shared this wonderful silence together doing our own introspective activity. I almost couldn’t focus on reading because I was so bubbly on the inside.
We went in the water eventually. It was just the two of us in a wide expanse. Maybe three other people down towards the South Beach side. We both dove in with our sunglasses, and I temporarily lost mine and freaked out but she found them for me, laughing.
When she approached me to hand me my sunglasses back, for a moment I thought she was going to come in closer and hold onto me.
“Thanks,” I said, nervously.
We stayed in the water until our fingers pruned. Back on our blankets, I looked off to the side past the wooden fence and spotted something that made me recoil.
“Is that…is that man naked?”
Sure enough, there was an older man butt-naked on the beach on the other side of the fence. He was nonchalantly dipping his feet in the water and pouring some on his arms, too afraid to commit to jumping in all at once.
I turned to Joan for an explanation. She said calmly, “That’s a nude beach.”
“Oh. OH. Wow. I never…actually saw one before.”
“You’ve never been to a nude beach?”
“No.”
“Have you ever skinny dipped?”
I paused. “N…no?”
“Lucas…” she said playfully. “You must have won ‘Never Have I Ever’ so many times.”
I looked back past the fence. There were other naked bathers some ways away. I was curious to see if there were naked women too, or anyone within our age range aside from wrinkly old men.
“Do you want to go?”
The low tone in her voice made me shiver, in a good way I mean. She was being seductive and she knew it. She was lying on her back sitting up and stretching out her legs in such a way that looked inviting.
“Hm?” she said.
“Uhhhhhhh.”
She made the decision for me. She got up and started packing the bags.
“Come. Let’s go.”
“Uhhhh. You sure?”
“If you’re going to experience Miami, you’re going to do it RIGHT.”
I blanked out as we packed up our things and head back the way we came.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
Nothing came to mind except the combination of dread and excitement. My stomach churned wondering if I looked good enough for her. I wasn’t one to obsess about my penis size or anything like that. None of that hit me until now when I was going to be naked in front of an older woman whom I had the biggest crush on.
As we walked down the main path, more signs popped up warning us about approaching a nude beach. We turned into the entrance of the nude beach, a long path with thick foliage. Once on the beach again, a giant sign met us telling us about the dos and don’ts of being on a nude beach. It very explicitly warned us about the legal consequences if we had sex or any kind of hankey-pankey.
Fuck. What if I got a boner? What would I do?
Joan led the way strutting her stuff while humming some makeshift tune. There weren’t as many people there as I thought at first, so I calmed down. I noticed that all the men were the ones naked, while the women were still wearing bikinis or lying down naked on their stomachs. It hit me that women must have been apprehensive to bare their naked bodies on a nude beach. You don’t really fully realize the double-standard until you see it for yourself.
A couple guys stared at us. They looked away when I looked at them.
Holy shit, that guy’s dick is massive.
I held in a laugh but also felt myself blushing. It was a weird feeling. I just saw this dude with his junk the size of an AR-15 blithely standing by the water.
Joan set up our spot near a young couple. My hands shook as I helped her unpack our things again. After she put on more sunscreen, she flung off her bra in one sweep. I looked up in awe at her naked breasts hanging. She then bent down to swiftly remove her panties – and there she was – a literal goddess.
She looked at me and smirked.
My turn.
I took off my t-shirt and then hesitated before dropping my swimming trunks. She glanced down and smiled, then sat down to read and that was it. No further comment.
Being on a nude beach was a lot like jumping into the cold water. You hesitate at first but after you plunge in then everything is fine. I still avoided eye contact with people but as time went on I realized I was more comfortable. Nobody was up in anybody’s business. We were all just doing our normal thing buck naked.
I did notice the girlfriend in the couple next to us looking at Joan every so often. At some point, she too decided to take off her bikini. She was probably slightly younger than me and chubbier, baring her folds and thick thighs. She sighed after removing her bikini. That was the age-old support system - you were no longer afraid to do something if you saw someone else do it.
Joan and I read lying down across from each other. Every so often we’d look at each other as we turned the pages, smiling. I would sometimes hide my smile behind my book, as would she. She continued to drink beers, and with that continued to burp.
I laid on my stomach to hide my boner.
The way she effortlessly let out rolling belches, attracting some stares from other people, was my favorite thing about her in the world.
My boner was at its peak. I still laid down on my stomach practically wrestling with it like an alligator. Down boy, down! What would happen if a park ranger drove by and saw my boner? Would that constitute a fine? How could you help it? I’m not having sex, I swear!
“Watch out!”
Joan and I turned to the voice. A couple guys had been throwing a football, and one of them overshot it. The football splashed in the sand right near my feet. Joan gasped aloud and dusted off the sand from her chest.
The guy was some ways away. He stopped running and motioned me to throw back the football.
After a moment’s hesitation, I sat up and tossed the football, albeit at an awkward angle.
“Oh!” Joan said.
She stared down at my boner.
I cleared my throat and quickly laid back down on my stomach. She stared at me for a while, and we were both thinking the same thing. I could tell in her look that she was developing a growing…hunger for something. She was breathing more dramatically, deeper and fuller. My pulse quickened.
She then inched closer to me and brushed a strand of my hair aside from my face.
“You have…sand on you,” she said.
I shivered at her touch.
She looked down towards my crotch. The way she looked at it was like begging me to show it again.
I leaned back to reveal my boner. It was still very much at its peak, screaming to do something.
She bit her lip.
In a breathless whisper, she said, “Let’s go back to my place.”
“Yeah,” I responded, with equal fervor.
We bolted to our feet and attracted the attention of the couple next to us. We must have looked like we saw a spider or something, because we packed our shit by just stuffing everything in our bags and practically ran off.
Joan chuckled as we ran towards the car. I nearly tripped on the way there. She reached out to prevent me from falling, and we ended up holding hands for the first time. We chuckled dumbly at each other. I felt like a dumb college student again, eager to do something naughty.
I fumbled with my keys before opening the car. We were on the road in seconds, and right after I made the turn to go back around towards her apartment, I smacked my head loudly and shouted, “Fuck! Condoms are at the AirBnB!”
I was about to make a risky U-turn in the middle of the road when Joan reached out with her hand and said, “Lucas, Lucas, no. You don’t need it.”
I swerved my head to her, flabbergasted. I nearly rear-ended someone at a red light. Before I could ask why, she gave me a look and I suddenly understood.
Oh my God. That’s right!
Duh. She was 52.
Her devilish smirk said it all.
I cut past almost every car ahead of us. Joan gasped aloud from my driving.
“Uff! Lucas. Wow.” She clenched the edge of her seat. “You know how to drive.”
God, she was horny. We were ready to pounce the moment we had a chance.
I skidded into the parking garage, tires screeching briefly, and lucky enough found a spot right away near the apartment entrance. We didn’t bother with fetching our beach supplies. Joan was already in the courtyard walking demurely but in a hurry. I caught up to her and surprised her by placing my hand on her bum. At long last, I held that firm, round booty. She gasped at first and then laughed.
Once inside her apartment, Stella barked. We completely ignored her and shut her out in the living room when we stumbled into Joan’s bedroom. As we undressed each other, we started kissing. She dove in messily with a violent smooch. The second one was less rough, and then the third was a long make out session.
I felt across her body, feeling every inch. She had a wonderful body that felt taut and strong. I couldn’t quite feel her bones, which was great. There was just enough flesh to grab onto and grope.
Being that I was more familiar with non-penetrative sex, I went to town eating her out right away. She gasped aloud and fell back on her bed, moaning. She cried out, “Lucas! Ay, Dios! You’re so full of….ay….ay…”
It was like something in me that I didn’t realize was there before had unleashed itself.
She then put her hand on my head and said between moans, “Lucas…please…I want you inside me. I’m ready. I’m so wet.” That she was. I could also smell just how turned on she was.
I stopped eating her out and had only a brief moment of hesitation. I recalled all the times I failed at penetrative sex with my exes. But this time was different. It was like I didn’t care. I both wanted to really be inside her and also do anything to please her. So if she wanted my cock inside of her, I would do just that.
I crawled over her and readied myself. She noticed how I was a bit awkward trying to angle it in. She effortlessly helped me. She didn’t seem to judge at my apparent awkwardness getting it in and positioning myself. There was this perfect balance between us of leading and following.
When I got inside her, I lost my mind. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. Joan gasped and held her breath for a long while before finally saying, “Jesus Cristo!”.
Her Spanish expletives and blasphemies got me harder.
“JODAME! JODAME!” she screamed
A couple minutes into it, I was realizing that it was becoming difficult for me to cum. I thought I would be able to, but my thoughts were focused on wanting to hear her belch. I would go through these waves of being really hard but then gradually going flaccid. She looked like she was close to cumming though, so I focused on getting her there first. I was used to edging myself after all watching hours upon hours of fetish videos, trying to find that “perfect burp video”. Ten minutes into it we had changed positions, so she was on top of me. She was in a stage of primal craving. She kept releasing ear-piercing moans and said, “Lucas, you last so long! So good! So good! Ayyyy. JODAME! I’M RIGHT THERE!”
My lower abs got a good workout after thrusting all my sexual energy into her. When she finally came, she didn’t seem to care how loud she was. I’m pretty sure her neighbors heard her. She reared back and whipped her hair as she was feeling the rest of the orgasm.
“Keep…keep going. Slower. But keep going.”
She laid on top of me and I held her tight as I jackhammered her pussy. Her face was frozen in an open gape, completely shocked by how I kept going.
At one point, it was even too much for her. She said, “Okay. Okay. Slow down. Slow down. Stop. Stop. Ohhhhh. Ay Dios mio. Lucas. Luuucaas.”
At last, we stopped. The bedsheet was soaked with my sweat. Joan was too overwhelmed to get off of me. She held me tight and nuzzled her head against me. She fell into an ecstatic swoon, too satisfied to speak.
When she got off of me, she clung to me tight and said, “Lucas, that was amazing. Ave Maria. I haven’t had it so good in so long.” She took a couple more breaths. “Many guys here…just talk shit…nothing to show.”
Then she raised her head and looked me in the eye suddenly realizing something.
“You didn’t cum yet?”
I blushed. Should I tell her? Maybe I should just say something like I edged from masturbating too much. She didn’t need to know the other details. “Ummm. Well.”
She inched her hands towards my cock. She was about to say something when she hiccuped and burped. She put a hand to her mouth and said, “Ay, perdoname. Worst time to do that, haha.”
My cock noticeably went up.
“Oh! So you DO have more in you.”
She cradled my cock in her hand. She knew how to give an amazing handjob without me having to tell her. She knew just how to angle it and keep the pace.
Again, she hiccuped and burped. I could smell the beer in her breath. She apologized yet again, and then I interrupted her mid-breath, “Don’t say you’re sorry.”
Joan looked at me with a puzzled look, but kept stroking my cock.
“What?”
“Don’t. Please. Don’t apologize for burping. Just…just do it.”
She shrugged to herself and said, “In that case…”
She proceeded to let rip a long, monstrous belch. She sounded so manly doing it. The kind of belch a hairy old trucker would let out. She would put any guy like that to shame and I fucking loved it. It drove me wild.
She stopped only briefly for a split second to laugh. “This is different. Are you sure?”
I was almost there. My cock was filled with cum waiting to burst forth.
“Yes. Please.”
“I feel another one coming.”
“Please. Just do it.”
She breathed in, as if reaching in to get the rest of it, and then let out a long drawl of a burp, blowing the raunchy stench of alcohol into my face. It wasn’t as loud as the previous one, but it was long as fuck and at the end she sighed and said, “Ay, Dios. That felt better.”
That finally did me in.
I screamed like crazy when I came. For the first time ever, a handjob made me shoot my cum all the way past my shoulder. Shit was crazy. I never felt that good before being intimate with someone before. Usually, not all of the cum came out. I would normally have to go a second round to squeeze out the rest.
But that day with Joan…
I was in ecstatic bliss.
I even said her name aloud.
I actually cried out, “JOAN! JOAN! YES! YES! AW FUCK!”
I didn’t care how loud I was, and it was the best feeling in the entire universe. All my inhibitions were thrown away and I just cried out what I wanted to cry out.
Joan smirked over me, enjoying every second of my reaction. She really gave off the cougar vibe all in one lopsided, seductive smirk.
Her voice made me tingle and she whispered in my ear, “You made quite a mess.”
I calmed down and looked over at my cock.
Holy shit. It was completely flaccid in a white puddle. I couldn’t feel anything inside of me anymore. Thick gobs of semen dripped from Joan’s hand as she let go. She admired it. The more she realized how much there was, and how far it shot out across my body, the more amazed she was.
“Lucas. Wow. You’re so…fertile…”
A wave of sleepiness came over me. I murmured something incoherent as a reply. She giggled and kissed my cheek, then went to get a tissue to wipe off the mess. Afterwards, she sighed as she snuggled up close to me, bringing up a blanket.
“Holy shit…Joan…” I said, eyes trying so hard to stay open.
Joan stared at me for a long while. I don’t know if it was my imagination, but she seemed sad at first. Then all at once that sadness went away and she held onto me tightly, pleased.
Comments
eric ortiz
Nice! This is turning into one of my favorite stories you have written since the guidance counselor.
