Public interest

“I think the want us to have some company!”

The older man chuckles.

“More or less to be expected. You’re quite the extrovert, aren't you, little one? I guess they think you’ll be more comfortable in a crowd.”

Cherry flushes to the thought of getting it on with the hot men next to her on a public crowded beach. It’s a very good flush that reaches down into her moist bottoms.

They drive the way she expected - not to the most touristy part of the beach but the one mostly used by locals. Not a secret tip, but usually less overrun.

Mr. Beard parks the car, opens her door for her and with picnic bag over one shoulder and his other arm locked with the teenage blogger, they move towards the beach.

It’s a nice and sunny morning, not too hot but pleasantly warm. The few visitors are well distributed – being a school day means no kids in he morning, just one couple of teens Cherry’s age, probably skipping school, and most likely mostly Moms you enjoy a quick morning swim and tanning without the kids, singles who took a day off of work and a few tourists who managed to find the more remote public beach instead of the tourist trap.

Mr. Beard picks a spot. Cherry frowns a little.

“There’s no shadow anywhere. Do you think we can rent a parasol somewhere or something? You caught me a bit off guard, I’m a little sensitive to the sun, I usually bring sunscreen when I go to the…”

The older man rummages though his bag and pulls out a yellow and white plastic bottle.

“SPF 50+. You don’t think I'd take a young lady to the beach for a date and be responsible for a sunburn!”

She smiles, and sits down on the blanket he has laid on the sand.

“How well planned. If you’d do me the honour, then Sir!”

“Happy to oblige, young lady!”

Cherry lies down on her belly and the older man squirts the white cream onto here back, massages it in with experienced strong hands, making Cherry moan languorously. His hands wander down, he patiently evades her buttocks and focuses on her legs, her pale, soft upper thighs and calves and her feet, making her giggle.

“Ticklish?”

“Not really, but… I never got a foot massage like that to be honest!”

“It was about time then.”

He gently spreads the toes of her left foot and puts some sunscreen between all of them, rubbing her sole firmly. She moans into the blanket.

“Damn… why does that feel better than everything you’ve done so far?”

He smiles.

“I couldn’t tell you why exactly, but I’ve learned there’s a reason foot massages are as popular as they are.”

He repeats the procedure on her other foot, kissing her soles for good measure.

“Fuck… How do you want to top that?”

“Let’s try.”

He touches her butt, paying extra attention making her change from giggling to soft moans, as he applies cream with one finger between her cheeks.

“Turn around, please.”

She obeys, and he gently starts at her face, softly massaging in the lotion. Cherry smiles – she hasn't expected him to actually take care of her whole body. She has no doubt he’s enjoying this as much as she is, but he also actually does this to protect her, not just as foreplay, not neglecting any part of her body that may give him less pleasure. It's all the same to her, she enjoys ever second of it, no matter where his strong hands wander or linger.

He finishes finishes the less sexually charged body parts, her flat belly, and the front of the legs with thoroughness. Then he comes to her tits, around and under her bikini, not taking it off yet but patiently slides his hands under it and massages the sunscreen into her aureolas and nipples that he feels hardening under his touch. The Teenager's moans get louder and more hoarse as he turns his attention to her treasure vault, first massaging her inner thighs and pubic mound, before letting his hand slide under her bottoms, and gently beginning to caress her engorged clit. She bites her lips as her lust button hungrily welcomes the first attentions of someone else but herself and it doesn't take long until the experienced man makes the teenager melt under his hands and come to a screaming orgasm, that gets the attention of their fellow bathers and earn them some amused snickers ans praising applause.

Cherry lies still on the blanket, her breasts heaving with heavy breaths, while Mr Beard rubs the last lotion off of his hands onto her belly and just sits there enjoining the view for long minutes.

She opens her eyes and looks at him dazedly.

“That..was the best orgasm I ever had!”

“I appreciate it, but it was also the first you ever has with another person, right?”

She nods.

“It won’t be the best for long, I hope. As a matter of fact, I plan to break my own record very soon.”

He laughs and she smiles, as suddenly a voice calls to them

“OMG! Its really you! You’re...