I walked up the beach and onto the steps that lead to my car.
She saw me from the deck of a small one story beach house.
I stopped to see what was left of the sunset.
She tipper her drink at me and lifted the brim of her big sun bonnet.
I lifted a hand to show that I held a bottle of half finished wine.
She motioned for me to come closer and I saw that she was young and blond with a copper tan leaking from flouncy sun skirt and halter top.
I offered her the wine and we sipped it together watching the sunset turn to a violet twilight glow.
She lifted her glass and slowly let the liquid pour into a pool in her navel.
I set down my glass and studied her face for some hint of her intentions.
She asked if I was still thirsty?
I said I was getting thirstier all the while.
She glanced at her stomach and she made a little pinched kissing sound with her lips.
I graciously obliged and took the liberty of slipping my hands around her narrow waist.
She giggled and lifted her top an inch to show the lower third of her generous twins.
I found her lips and heard the sound of my zipper, slowly moving downward.
She reached around my groin and lightly tickled the tip of my cock with several nimble digits.
I watched as she took a big drink of wine and poured from the bottle, rinsing my wand with her damp hand.
She leaned me back on the porch floor while hitching a grip on my hairy nuts and licked inside my ear.
I reached for her breasts and found the nipples were stiff and almost red in color.
She lifted her skirt, slid onto my legs, up close to my cock and slid up the hood that covered her hot pink clit.
I watched as she rubbed the tip of my cock against her clit, then slowly she came quietly.
She pulled my member into full erectness, sighs grew from deep in her throat. she lightly wetted her hand with the wine.
I watched while she began slowly rolling the palm of her hand over the head of my dick, gripping the shaft with the other.
She slowly brushed as lightly as could be done, front to back, back to front, she rubbed the head only using the inner palm of her hand.
I wondered how a non-owner of such an organ could know such a fantastic technique?
She began to pick up the pace, and then turned her palm to working round and round, then front to back.
I was going wild with excitement, who was this vixen?
She gave a thrust of her hips and I was inside her, one minute later and I exploded with the most ferocious orgasm of my life.
I spent the next hour trying to accomplish the equal effect for her with my face and her crotch.
She knelt above my face and emptied the wine. When it was gone so was she.
I came back to the property the next evening, but the owner said the only one with a key was his real estate agent. I called for an appointment to look at the property, but they said the key was with a prospective buyer. They never got the key back, I bought the property, and a great appreciation for wine.