So I accepted that beggars can't be choosers. There was little on his profile, no photo, not even of his cock. Guys tend to be very proud of their coc...k and somehow think a picture of it strutting its stuff and forcefully erect is all that's needed to turn on women and tgirls. We live in an age of romance...Now although I DO indeed love cock, what it looks like or what size it is doesn't bother me. It's what he does with it that matters. And that you can't know unless you meet. The upshot is. We’d passed the joint back and forth a couple of times. Then getting up. Austin was standing in front of me pulling down the front of his bathing suit. I wasn’t much of an athlete so had spent much time in locker rooms so I’d never seen a male cock this close before. Once I saw his cock it seemed only natural to touch it. After another ‘toke’ it also seemed natural to slide off the couch to my knees and help him pull his bathing suit the rest of the way down off his hips, down his legs and off.. I imagined being in a secluded place with her and massaging a big load of my cum into those tits...I kept walking down the beach, far past all the resorts, until I came to this beautiful deserted area I go to regularly. It was at the base of a high cliff, full of lush palm trees and warm sand.I decided to lay down in some shade for a while. All around was silent, except for the sound of the waves gently crashing upon the shore. A gentle, wonderfully fragrant breeze caressed the whole scene. I. Then she pulled back and smiled at me and said, "That was great." I told her that she was great. She smiled and excused herself as she went to the ladies room. That time I waited for her was the longest five minutes of my life. I knew I was about to finally have the woman I've desired for so long. The anticipation was agonizing. When she came out, I was expecting for her to want to leave but instead she wanted to have another drink. I said sure, why not. She was even more giddy than before. We.