(I wrote this story at the request of the lady who lived it. It is accurate to the best of her recollection. She wanted me to tell the story from the males' perspective. There may be more stories regarding this lady, if she relates them to me. She wanted this to be the first so the stories will not appear in chronological order.)
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I'm Jim Ward and I run a small operation on the coast. I have a dozen men that I can call on any time I need them. There may be only four or five show up, but that's enough for my needs.
Just to let you know that I don't run a sleazy operation all the guys that work for me have to be tested regularly for STDs'. I also don't allow them to use any drugs. If they want to take a drink that's OK, but nothing that is going to attract police attention. The reason being, I'm a cop.
This is a resort city with a few miles of beautiful beach. Any day the sun is shining you'll find sunbathers out. Even if the temperature is in the 60's, the sun is warm enough that people can stay out on the beach.
As a cop I get to work out at the police academy gym. I work out six days a week and have the body to show for it. I never have any trouble attracting girls. I'm 45, but that doesn't really matter. I can have my pick of the vacationers and conference attendees, no matter their age.
Patrolling the beach in my uniform shorts and sleeveless shirt gives me plenty of opportunity to check possible targets. And it gives them a chance to check me out.
By now you're probably wondering just what kind of operation I run. I think I can best explain by giving you an account of a recent score.
It was two weeks ago. There was a convention of medical professionals in town. Just like any other convention you'll find a lot of them on the beach when they should be attending seminars.
I spent the first two days of the conference just patrolling up and down the beach. Each time I saw a possible target I would note the time and location. Then on my next pass if she were still there I would settle in to keep an eye on her.
During the first two days I saw two girls that I considered as possible. But neither of them looked like she had the kind of money I like to bag in my operation.
On the afternoon of the third day I finally saw the one. She was just coming out of the water in a not ridiculously skimpy white bikini. She walked up on to the sand and bent down to pick up her towel. There was a guy sitting right next to her and they talked as she was patting herself dry. It looked like she was flirting a little with him. That's always good. I wanted her to be thinking about sex.
After a few minutes the guy left and she spread her towel and sat down. I watched her for half an hour and knew she was ready to be plucked. You can always tell. When she just can't quite get comfortable and keeps squirming, you know she has an itch that needs a man to scratch.
I ran up to the office and stripped. After a quick shower I put on a small pair of bathing trunks. I'm not one of those guys with a giant cock, but mine does show up quite nicely in a bathing suit.
I strolled down the beach and sat down in the sand beside where she was laying on her towel. She opened her eyes when she felt me approach. After a quick look she closed her eyes again. I calmly sat and looked out over the water. In less than five minutes she opened her eyes again and looked at me. Then she said, "Hello". I gave her a smile and said, "Hello." Then I looked back at the water.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Jim. Who are you?"
"I'm Mihaela."
I didn't say anything. This was going to be all her own doing. I twisted back and forth just like I do when I stretch before working out. That gave her a chance to take a look at my cock. She lifted her right hand and rubbed her stomach. I knew she wanted to slide that hand lower and rub her pussy, but she couldn't do it out here on the beach.
"Well Jim, where's the best place around here to have a pre-dinner drink."
"If you care to join me I'll take you there."
She had to restrain herself from getting up before me. I took special note of the way she squeezed her legs together for a moment as I held her hand to help her up. She picked up her wrap and put it around her as I pulled on my body shirt.
I saw the look in her eye right then. The look that says I want to fuck you. I smiled to myself as I thought, "Mihaela, you're going to get your wish and then some."
I took her to her hotel so she could change. I left her at her door. She would have invited me in right then, but I wanted to make her wait a little longer. She would be just that much more horny. I told her I'd be back in five minutes. I didn't miss the little frown of disappointment as I turned to leave.
I quickly ran to my car and got my bag out of the trunk. Back in the hotel I used the men's' room to change. I took my time and waited a full ten minutes before knocking on her door. She'd been waiting right there for the knock. The door opened after only two taps of my fist.
We went out to the street and then it was just two short blocks to the bar I had in mind. It's my favorite bar. It belongs to my brother. When Chuck saw us walk in he went to the end of the bar and started making some phone calls.