Make him wait

As much as you'd like to let this handsome young man have his way with you, you find that asserting your control over him is exciting you even more. There is no doubt in your mind that you are going to have to have his cock, and have it soon, but it wouldn't hurt to remind him that you are the goddess of this tropical island, and he is the one who must serve you. You pull away from him slowly, using your legs to shield his view of your naked body.

"Oh, (n), you are an eager boy, but we have work to do, so your pleasure will have to wait." The young man is as hard as the rock you've been sitting on, if you let him fuck you now, he might not even last two minutes, and you have much higher expectations than that. Say what you will about how Jake plucked you out of your village because he wanted a docile young girl to fuck, the man had staying power that could keep you going for hours.

"I understand, Ma'am." You doubt very much that he has the slightest idea about your intentions, but he's sweet as he adds softly. "You don't have to do anything with me." That boy isn't going to know what hits him when you finally put his cock to work.

You make him carry the water cooler by himself all the way back down to camp. The decent thing to do would have been to rig up a pole and sling the heavy cooler between you, but you want him sweaty and worn out before you let him get his hands on you. As you walk ahead of John, breaking trail with your chef's knife like it is a machete, you can feel his eyes focused on your ass. You've spent a good amount of time these past five years working to keep your backside as firm and toned as it was when Jake first saw it, and it's nice to know someone ten years younger than you appreciates it as much as John seems to.

When you see the gleam of the white sand beach, you pull ahead for the last fifty meters and are already waiting for him on the edge of the cool surf when he staggers out into the bright sun.

"I bet my young stud's arms are sore after lugging our water all that way, aren't they?" John is dripping with sweat, and you can see the muscles of his arms bulging as he sets down the water cooler and stares at you with poorly concealed desire. Even if Jake had still been alive, you don't know if you could turn this opportunity down, and as John shuffles forward hesitantly you wave him closer. "Don't be shy, John, I won't bite."

As soon as her reaches your side, you pull off his shirt and lay it on the damp sand at his feet. "On your knees, John, let me get to your shoulders." There were all sorts of other positions you and John could be in, but you like the imagery of the virile young man kneeling down before you. You move behind him where you won't be tempted by his clear blue eyes and begin to rub his arms and shoulders. You've given more than you share of sexy backrubs in the past ten years, and it doesn't take long before you see the poor boy squirming.

"Good boy..." You press your herself against his slick back and allow your hands to move boldly down the front of John's chest. "Let's see if maybe I can really help you relax." You can feel his body tense as your hands continue downward to the snap on his worn jeans. "You've been so good, John," you murmur in his ear as you fish into his boxers and find his meaty cock. "so strong and helpful..." the already hard appendage pulses in your hand and to your delight you find that it is so thick that your fingers can't encircle the whole shaft. "Can you still behave if I give you a little relief?"

"Yes Ma'am." It takes both hands to work this monster out of his jeans, and you are drooling like a starving dog when you finally pull it free.

John must be half again the size of your dead husband. In addition to being long and thick, it has a nearly perfect shape with a neatly circumcised head that is already a deep shade of purple. In addition to being strong, young and eager, the boy is hung like a horse.

"I guess it's the least I can do." You tell him huskily as you get to work, "after the pleasure you gave me up by the waterfall." With your right hand you caress the tip of cock rubbing the pre-cum leaking from the tip in gentle circles over the bulb while the other strokes away at the considerable length. Your tits are aching now and as you jack him off you rub them against his well-muscled back. He's getting close and you decide to push him a little more.

"Did you want to fuck me there by the pool?" Of course he did, his cock throbs in your hands in response to your throaty teasing. "Maybe push me onto my back and crawl up between my legs so you could have your way with me ..." Even better than him pounding away from above is the image of you riding this monster cock with man writhing under you. "Maybe you would have preferred to have me straddle you and lower myself onto your mighty spear?"

"Oh God!" John's grunt of satisfaction catches you by surprise as he explodes in your hands. God there's so much cum! Jet after jet of his spunk shoots upwards in great arches before landing in the frothy foam by your feet.

You silently thank your dead husband for the UED he insisted you have put in. With a young man like this you'd be knocked up in less than a month once you let him start fucking you. You catch the last little bit of his white seed in your palm and return to slowly stroking his shaft. Your hands can slide easily now up and down his entire length with this new lubrication and in spite of just blowing his load the young man still feels quite hard. All you can think about is how good this cock would feel stretching you open, but it is getting hot on the beach, and you could probably both use a little down time.