It’s about to go down hot hot!

I shouldn’t, but he’s a total DILF…
I exhale, soaking in the sun and taking in the scent of the ocean.

Just a week ago, I was freezing my ass off in Cleveland and cursing the Ohio winter. Then like an angel, Mr. Chance, my dad’s best friend, invited us to go to Maui with him, all expenses paid by him (Mr. Chance is an extremely successful stockbroker).

Through my sunglasses, I see Mr. Chance standing in the distance. Involuntarily, I lick my lips.

To be frank, my dad’s friend is a total DILF. Though technically, I guess he wouldn’t be a DILF since he’s a childless bachelor. In any case, he’s one seriously sexy man.

Right now, he’s wearing nothing but a speedo that puts his bulge on glorious display. Though he’s pushing 50, he has the body of a fit man half his age. Chiseled abs that you could cut stone on, muscular arms that have effortlessly carried me throughout the years, and the powerful long legs of an athlete.

He runs toward me, his silver hair dripping with the ocean.

“Hey, Mr. Chance,” I say, willing my eyes to stay away from the prominent bulge in his speedo.

“Hi, Patience,” he says. “Did you put on sunscreen?”

“Yes,” I lie.

He shakes his head. “I know you’re lying.”

“I’m not lying!” I lie.

“I’m going to get my bottle of sunscreen.”

“I don’t know why you would do that when I already put on sunscreen.”

He chuckles. “You’re a terrible liar.” He reaches into his bag and pulls out a bottle of sunscreen.

“Oh, come on, Mr. Chance,” I say as he tries to hand me the sunscreen.

“Put it on, Patience.”

I don’t know if I’ve been lying in the sun for too long or what, but I impulsively blurt out, “Why don’t you put it on for me?”

For one long, awkward moment, we stare at each other in silence.

Shit, why the hell did I say that?

I stammer, “I…I mean…I…”

Shocking me, he asks in a quiet voice, “Do you really want me to put it on for you?”

My eyes widen when I see the bulge in his speedo get even bigger.

A little voice in my head says, You should say no. This is Mr. Chance, your father’s best friend. And he’s a man who’s twice your age.

But the devil on my shoulder says, But you’re a young woman now.

The devil drowns out the little voice.

I look around the beach. My parents are nowhere to be seen. They’re most likely hiking.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Lie on your belly,” he says, his voice dripping with sexy authority.

“Yes, sir,” I practically purr before obeying him.

Anticipation courses through me when I feel him squirt some cool sunscreen onto my back. Then I feel his hands on my skin, and it’s all I can do to not let out a moan of pleasure as he massages my flesh.

Behind me, I hear him suck in a breath. Is he as aroused as I am? I’m so tempted to touch the bulge in his speedo and find out.

His hands travel down to my thighs. I bite my lip, all too aware of how his fingers are mere inches away from my pussy, which is throbbing with lust.

“Lie on your back,” he commands.

I obey him, delighted to see the thick arousal that’s barely contained by his tight swimsuit.

“Is there anyone watching us?” I ask.

“No,” he says.

Emboldened by the evidence of his desire for me, I take off my little white bikini top.

“Patience!” he hisses. “This isn’t a nude beach.”

“Are you scared by the sight of my tits?” I tease.

“Oh, I’m not scared,” he says, his green eyes taking in the sight of my tits like they’re a tall glass of water in the desert.

“Aren’t you going to put sunscreen on my chest?” I ask. “You wouldn’t want my tits to get sunburned, right?” With a wicked smile, I rub my breast against his arm.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come in my speedo,” he says.

“You say that as if it isn’t precisely my goal.” I lay my lips on his cheek. “Come on, Mr. Chance, I know you want to get your hands all over me.”

“Goddamn it, I do.”

Excitement runs through my veins when he applies sunscreen to the underside of my breast. Then he grips my breast, and I let out a quiet moan as he kneads my skin.

“You’re very good with your hands,” I murmur, my nipples pebbling under his warm palms.

He just grunts in response.

“Why don’t you use those hands on my pussy?” I whisper into his ear.

“Patience. I shouldn’t.”

“But do you want to?”

He growls, “Of course I fucking want to.”

I pull down my bikini bottoms, exposing the dark brown curls on my sex. “Then please make me come.”

It takes every bit of my willpower to not scream his name when he rubs his thumb against my clit.

“Your cunt’s the prettiest little thing I’ve ever seen,” he breathes, increasing the rhythm of his movements.

A cry climbs out of my throat when he slips two fingers inside my pussy. He thrusts his digits in and out of my slit, making me cover his hand with my juices.

“Come for me,” he says in that sexily authoritative voice.

I comply, gasping as I squirt on his fingers.

He licks my juices off his fingers. “Your cunt is as sweet as honey.”

I sit on his lap, causing him to curse under his breath when I rub my ass against his erection. “I think I’ve gotten enough sun,” I say. “Should we go continue the fun in your hotel room?”

He grins. “That sounds like a grand idea.”

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