Florida - On the Beach

I enjoyed my Tennessee and Alabama adventures, but I eventually made my way to Florida. I stayed at an older small condo on the Gulf beach and quickly got into "beach" routine.



On the second evening, I was at a restaurant when I overheard a nearby conversation. Three women were discussing Hawaii detective stories. I had read books by the author, so jumped in with a comment about the plot. After introductions all around, we talked about books until my food arrived.


Terri was the oldest of the three and lives at the Villages, a retirement community in the middle of Florida. Her daughter and granddaughter live with their families in Virginia. An all-girl vacation. Terri had to be about my age, but didn't look much older than the other two... they were all tall and athletic looking.


The younger women left and Terri came over to my table, "They are going to a movie, but I needed a break. Ready for desert?"


We shared a lava cake and more of our backgrounds before walking to the beach. Neither of us said anything about walking together... it just seemed like the natural thing to do. We strolled along the water for about a mile to her condo... stopping along the way to watch the sun drop beneath the horizon. We made out way to the lobby and I handed her a card with my phone number. "Will you walk the beach in the morning?".


She looked at the card and smiled. "I'll call you at 6:30".


And she did. Thus began our routine for the next three mornings... meeting on the beach, strolling in the surf, picking up sand dollars, and having breakfast at one of the nearby restaurants. Terri spent the afternoons and evenings with her family.


On the fourth morning, Terri said, "They are leaving this morning, but I have the condo for a few more days. Want to spend the night?"


She responded to my huge grin, "I have someone back home. The second bedroom is empty".


She went on to explain that her 'friend' at the Villages was important to her and she didn't want to mess that up. Thus, the second bedroom. And that was ok. We were having a lot of fun just becoming friends.


She had already made plans for my stayover complete with a schedule and shopping list. We were to get up in the middle of the night to have breakfast on the beach and watch the setting moon.


We went to a grocery store with the shopping list...


Oranges: check


Strawberries: check


Whip cream: check


The rest of the evening and morning went as Terri had planned. I'm not sure how many people get up at 4am to watch the moon drop into the ocean, but I can recommend it.


We were down to our last few days when Terri said, "I've always had a fantasy about having sex on the beach". My jaw dropped and I stumbled over a piece of nothing in the sand. She followed up, "We could do that".


I picked my jaw up to create a huge questioning smile, "Sure. Really?".


Again, she had already come up with the plan and a list. We discussed things that afternoon, adjusted the plans a bit and began preparing. It was strange how my first two sexual encounters on this trip were spontaneous... almost accidental. This one was to be well planned and coordinated.


We picked up the things we needed to buy and checked our list...


Sand blanket: check


Beach shelter: check


Lubricant: check


Sand is the enemy of beach sex, so we agreed that Terri staying on top was a good idea.


That evening, we claimed a spot on the beach behind some grasses. We could see the sunset and hear the waves, but far enough away that nobody on the beach would notice us once it got dark. We put together our camp site and settled in. Our igloo tent provided privacy from three sides and above. The front was screened, open to the ocean.


We watched the sunset from the igloo and talked and laughed like on our beach walks. Most of the people left the beach when the sun disappeared, but a few stayed put to see the clouds beautifully radiate with the fire below the horizon. Lightening and low rumbling was also being generated by those clouds and the night was advancing faster than normal. Before long, the wind picked up and the last walkers left, creating our private beach. I put my arms around Terri and gently brushed my lips against hers. She responded with her hand on my face as she kissed back. We kissed again... longer... and again with more passion. We quickly became the horny people that we were a half-century ago.


It was really dark now with only the occasional lightning flashes from the distant storm. We were laying on our sides facing each other while my hands explored Terri's body and she explored mine. I had expected a very controlled expereince, but our kisses and breathing were heavy and the action was more urgent. We were both in beach wear, so it was no challenge for my hands to slip inside Terri's top and find her tits, and she bit into my neck as I pinched and rolled a nipple in my fingers. Ahhhhhh...


Her hand found it's way into my swim trunks and stroked the length of my cock. My gawd... I was so hard already! I let one of my hands drop below Terri's waist and carressed between her legs. She took my hand and guided it inside her suit and into her damp sex. She loudly exhaled, "Oooooo..." as my fingers slid between her folds.


It was so dark, we couldn't see each other. Only hands and lips were used for our intimate introductions... clothes were tossed aside while the wind ruffled our shelter.


Terri pushed me onto my back and straddled my body. Leaning over me, she lowered her breasts into my face... my lips caressed a nipple and I could feel her salty arousal on my tongue. I ran a hand through her hair and placed a hand in the small of her back to pull her closer. I enjoyed how our bodies fit together so perfectly, "Mmmmmm". Terri leaned back, raised her hips and slid her sex up and down the length of my cock. My hands gripped her ass as we rapidly built an urgent need for each other. Suddenly, she sat upright and asked, "Where are the condoms?".


She used both hands to stroke and pull my cock while I found and opened the condon package. I put the latex onto my knob and Terri unrolled it to cover my stiff organ. She leaned onto me and we kissed deeply, each tongue struggling for dominance. She gasped into my ear "Slow now... slow..." as she reached down and slid her body back.. gradually impaling herself onto my cock.


Thunder grumbled nearby and Terri's body tensed... she gasped as I felt myself slip fully inside her. I savored the sensation... "OOhhhh.... so nice".


Terri leaned over me again, hands to the floor on either side of me... grinding her sex onto mine. I used my hands on her hips to control the motion... she slid forward and I pushed her back... again and again. We were immediately in sync and were fucking cowgirl style at a slow trot. With the occasional flash of lighting, I caught glimpses of Terri... her eyes closed, mouth open, those athletic muscles straining and sweaty. My movements were limited, but Terri gradually picked up the pace... lifting herself a few inches before thrusting onto me over and over... our wet flesh meeting with loud *splat* *splat* *SPLAT*... we were galloping toward the finish line.


My own plunges were small in comparison to Terri's, but her head was now hitting the roof of the shelter... the whole igloo shaking with each of our thrusts. We were shouting random words... "Awww.. fuck", "Uh... Uh... Uhhh", "Oh Gawd!", "NoNoNo", "Yessssss". Nonsensical, but we both knew what was happening.... Terri leaned back... head outside of the shelter door... slammed her pussy onto me and became rigid... my cock began to throb... lightening flashed and thunder crashed... pushing us to our own explosions. Terri moaned... her body stiff and pulsing as it became an extension of my stiff cock. I used both arms to hold her still... pulling her down, keeping her from moving... locked together so we could get no closer... and I emptied my juices deep inside Terri whiile she shivered and whisper-screamed "Yes, yes, yesssss".


Exhausted, Terri collapsed onto me and we both gasped for air... the rain now began and echoed our splat, splat, splat on the roof.


We may have both been in our 70's, but Terri just fucked me like we were 25.


Looking back on the experience...


Sex on the beach - Check


Sex in a thunderstorm - check


Sex with a great grandmother - Check - GREAT

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