"Half your luck, boys, the mixer's broken. Looks like you're getting the arvo off!" said Big Bad Tony the foreman.
Tony looked pretty angry about it, but I was stoked. We were working about twenty minutes from the nude beach and I wanted to get my cock out in the sun for a while. I told the boys I was just gonna go home and bludge, then I jumped in the ute, grabbed some beers on the way and rocked up ready for a good arvo.
I found a decent spot in the dunes and stripped off, getting a few looks. I'm not being arrogant, but I look pretty good- early 40's with a bit of stubble and floppy brown hair, like to keep my body muscular and beefy, plus I've got a pretty big uncut schlong that was a bit plumped up just from the excitement of being there.
Since I look alright, I wasn't too surprised when I got to the end of the first beer and a pretty blonde bird came and sat down next to me. She had a real classic hourglass figure, big hips and breasts but fit, tight stomach. We talked for a bit and laughed and she kept resting her hand on mine. Eventually she picked my hand up and guided it to her hairless pussy. She stared at me, unblinking, as she ran my fingers up and down her lips, a cheeky smile playing across her lips.
She was already wet, guiding my fingers in and out of her, head thrown back and making soft little moans. The beach was pretty quiet but there were still a few folks around.
"You wanna go somewhere more private?" I asked, not breaking my rhythm on her snatch.