Lifeguard Tower
My girlfriend of six years and I were breaking up but still lived together. Messy. I had had "urges" for as long as I could remember but had never acted on them. I was 37. Blonde hair, blue eyes, not in too terrible shape.
She was out one evening and I decided to get out too. We lived near the beach and I headed for the boardwalk. I'm not a smoker, but given the stress of the breakup I had been having the occasional "fag" (as I believe our English cousins call them). Wearing jeans and my leather jacket, I headed up the boardwalk, taking a deep drag every so often.
It was already dark, but the walkway was pretty well lit. As I passed a bathroom, a guy was approaching from the other direction. As we passed each other we made eye contact. He was a little older, about my height, and dark haired. A few steps after passing him I turned to take another look. He was doing the same, smiling back at me!
Without really thinking, I walked off the boardwalk and around to the other side of the bathroom. Moments later he met me there. It's funny, as much as I had fantasized about guys, I don't usually find them attractive in real life. This was not "usually"! I found him very attractive! Deep brown eyes. A warm smile. Very much in control.
Without much discussion we started to walk together, across the beach toward the waves. I offered him a drag on my cigarette. When he touched my hand taking the cigarette my heart jumped (or was it another part of my body)! We passed the cigarette back and forth a few times, each time touching each other's hands more. Making small talk, our hands began to explore each other (without the pretense of passing the cigarette). I told him my name and that I had just broken up with my girlfriend. He said his name was the same as mine, but in his language (he was from eastern Europe) it sounded different. A line maybe? By that point I didn't care.
Holding hands now, like new lovers, he suggested we go back to the lifeguard tower we had passed. We sat down next to each other on the ramp. He smiled at me, leaned in, and kissed me. My mind exploded! We quickly started devouring each other as our kisses became deep and passionate. His strong hands knew just what I wanted as he slid them under my jacket and caressed me, gently pinching my erect nipples. I began rubbing his hard cock through his jeans. I kissed his neck, his ear, his cheek... Feeling him... smelling him... tasting him... We made out like teenagers, becoming more and more passionate. I wanted him to fuck me there on the lifeguard tower. He said it was too risky, with so many people walking on the beach. He stood up, though, unbuckled his jeans, and let me briefly suck him. Heaven! He wasn't huge, but he was perfect, oozing with precum! I begged him for more, but he said we'd have to go back to his place.
He pulled me up and wrapped me in his arms. We kissed and pressed into each other. He pulled back and looked into my eyes, smiling his beautiful smile. Then, still wrapped around each other, we began walking back across the beach.