Naughty and Nude

This story was originally written for the Nude Day contest in June/July 2025.

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Angie Callahan didn't need the Santa Claus to tell her she was being naughty. She knew it well. While she wouldn't break any rules, it didn't change that what she was about to do was quite inappropriate.

It was also why she was fully committed to doing it.

"Well then," she said, lips curling in a forced smile. "There's always first time for everything, right?"

She hooked her thumbs under the straps of a flimsy bikini top. It was already more daring than the swimsuits she would normally wear. Two triangles of glossy, silvery fabric were not nearly enough to properly contain her abundant bosom. They bunched up these large globes and formed luscious slopes of enticing cleavage, with more than half of each bountiful breast spilling outside the top's meager confines.

She toyed with the thin straps, pulling them away and releasing them with a bouncy slap. They lashed her shoulders with invigorating jolts that sent shivers down her half-naked body.

She giggled. It all felt really good. The sun kissing her pasty skin, the fine sand shifting under the soft blanket, the delicate breeze that brought along the fresh, salty smell of the ocean... And also the hot air of a late summer day, whose lazy movements she could sense with every inch of her nearly completely exposed body.

Angie smiled again. Yes, it felt good to be just a little bit naughty.

"Alright! Here goes nothing..."

She picked the straps again, and this time yanked them all the way down her smooth arms and shoulders. With a final sigh her breasts popped free, no longer fettered even by the skimpy garment. The brave woman quickly tossed it aside, cupping the lush mounds and digging her slender fingers into their soft yet firm flesh.

Not bad, she thought, for a woman at the ripe age of forty four. Though she had harbored many doubts about this excursion to a clothing-optional beach, none of them were in any way related to the nearly pristine condition of her mature body.

Angie was proud of her fit physique. She had long since made it her second priority in life, right below raising and caring for her two children. A few years ago, following the divorce with her cheating bastard of a husband, the medium-height, half-Asian brunette decided she wouldn't let herself wallow in self-pity. She took control of her life and body, cleaning up her diet and intensifying her workout routine, and before long the results spoke for themselves.

"Oh my!" She giggled again, appraising herself through the selfie camera of her phone. "Yes, not bad at all..."

There was no doubt about it: Angie looked stunning. At first glance, and indeed at the second and third, no one would guess she had already raised two adult children. Her youthful face showed hardly any signs of aging: she still had that same pearly blue eyes, peering above a cute button nose which sat between her high cheekbones.

Her lithe body remained tight and slender, yet rounded and curved in a lusciously feminine way. Her breasts had always been on the larger side, and thanks to regular chest exercises they remained delightfully perky, proudly defying the forces of both gravity and time. Her previously smaller butt was now impressively well developed, its meaty hemispheres reaping the benefits of Angie's unwavering discipline at the squat rack.

All in all, the mature woman was a picture of not only perfect health and fitness, but also an undeniable allure. It was only today, however, that she dared to show off every single one of her charms for the whole world to see.

"Oh, I'm more sensitive there than I thought," she whispered under her breath. "Careful now..."

Gingerly, she peeled off the triangular panties and slid them down her flawless legs. Stopping at the knees, she gazed below her cute navel to admire the pleasantly smooth surface of her skin. She had it fully shaven and waxed, in preparation for today's reveal, and some spots remained a bit sore and itchy.

It was worth it, though, because she never felt so fresh and clean. Her little pussy had all the freedom to breathe now, and it responded by swelling its pink lips and coating them in a thin sheen of moisture.

"Huh," she let out. "Really?"

Surprised, Angie pulled the panties all the way down and dangled them from her outstretched hand. She noticed a small wet patch that sullied the gray material. A quiet gasp escaped her throat then, followed by yet another giggle.

Yes, she was clearly getting quite excited. So what? It wasn't like she didn't have a good excuse. This was, after all, the first time she had ever gone to a nude beach. A novice like her could certainly be forgiven for what was essentially a natural reaction of her body.

"So, this is it then," she said quietly, as if expecting that something momentous would happen the very instant she fully bared her body. "Just me in my own skin... Well, guess I need to make sure I won't burn any of it, huh?"

Feeling calm and free -- and yes, just a little bit naughty -- Angie rifled through her bag and fished out a mostly unused bottle of sunscreen. She squirted a good dollop onto her hand and rubbed it all over her ample chest and abdomen. She squeezed a bit more and applied it to her arms and legs. She finally plucked the last, small bead of white cream from the bottle and daubed it over her neck and face.

She wiped her fingers with a towel and chucked the bottle back inside the bag. With a satisfied smile adorning her puffy lips, she lay her back on the blanket, kneading the sand underneath to form a natural bolster for her head. She finished by putting a tiny towel over her eyes, shielding them from the bright sun that streamed incessantly from the cloudless blue sky.

She was ready to relax now. And god only knew that she absolutely deserved it.

Angie Callahan was a school teacher. For the better part of the year, the majority of her day would be spent herding a bunch of unruly young children. Her heroic attempts to teach them some basic math always felt like a coin toss as to how successful they'd be. Most of her pupils seemed perfectly content to limit their counting skills to such staggering amounts as ten or twenty. Sure, a few would be more receptive to her instructions, but the truly interested and talented kids remained vanishingly rare.

It was no wonder then, that Angie always welcomed with open arms the start of a summer break. But she didn't exactly dread its end either, because at the end of the day she still loved her job, in spite of its many frustrations.

This year, however, the change of seasons from summer to fall brought with it something that the mature teacher and mother was still coming to grips with.

"Hmm, wonder how Max is doing so far," she muttered. "Ah, but he is a big boy now, isn't he? He's probably doing just fine..."

Her younger son had just departed for his first year in college. He was joining his older sister Melody, who had gone off to the same school just a little over two years ago. With both her children flying out of their nest, like it had always been inevitable, the divorced mother was now looking at the prospect of living in their family house all by herself.

Angie didn't resent it, though. Rather, she had long since decided this should be the perfect time to recapture that exciting, carefree spirit of youth and freedom that she had lost over the long years. Now that the kids were all grown up and gone, she could finally start paying more attention to her own wants and needs. She might live a little now, and allow herself to do things that she'd never consider before.

New things. Wild things. Naughty things.

Things like, say, going to a nude-friendly beach to spend the day working on an all-over tan.

"Mmm, yes," she whispered. "This feels... so nice..."

Minutes passed, and she slipped further into a state of blissful relaxation. Teetering on the edge of dozing off into a midday nap, Angie didn't notice at first that the sun wasn't sizzling her skin quite so intensely anymore. There was also a subtle shift in overall brightness, visible through the terrycloth stitching of her eye cover. She noticed it as she raised her lids just the slightest touch and peered through the blurry textile lattice.

A cloud, she thought at first. But until now, she hadn't really seen any clouds. Not even far over the horizon, where the bright blue sky touched the dark aquamarine ocean. All throughout the day, the skies remained essentially spotless.

This was strange. It got even stranger when the "cloud" shifted momentarily, permitting more sunlight to graze the cheeks of her lush face. Then it moved again, only a few seconds later, and it once more placed most of her body under an odd shade.

The woman was rightly puzzled now. Lips parted, she released a breathy sound that resembled a quiet gasp. She took the towel off of her eyes and immediately pinched them shut, letting her eyesight slowly adjust again to the full intensity of the bright summer day. She sighed, rose to her elbows, and eventually chanced to look through a tight, cautious squint of her eyelids.

But before the sunny haze let her make out anything concrete, she heard a stranger's voice speaking to her from above.

"Mrs. Callahan?... Wow, it's really you!"

The voice was rather deep and low, but not without audible notes of a youthful tenor. It clearly belonged to a man, although one who was probably still in his twenties. But more importantly, its source appeared to be very close, which was why Angie's eyes shot open and she gave an alarmed yelp.

"What!... Ex-excuse me!" she stuttered, putting a shaky hand over her frowning brow. "Who are you...?"

Suddenly aware of her nudity, she awkwardly stretched the other arm across her entire front. It didn't exactly cover much, basically just one nipple, but at least it prevented this unknown man from seeing her fully naked.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Callahan, I didn't want to scare you," he said. "I just wasn't sure it was you, because, well, you know..." His throat gave something akin to a hoarse chuckle. "I mean, this isn't exactly how I've seen you dress in the classroom!"

"Huh," Angie let out, as the hazy silhouette before her gradually gained more discernible features. "I-I'm sorry, but who are you again...?"

"Oh, right, of course," the young man said, his blurry face clearing up to reveal a wide smile. "I'm not surprised that you don't recognize me, since it's been a couple of years... Well, it's me," he said, leaning down and extending his hand, "Sebastian Mitchell. I was your student for a few years, before my parents decided to move to another state. Gee, when was that exactly... Sixth grade, I think?"

Shifting awkwardly on her blanket, and still trying to cover her intimate parts, Angie took his hand and gave it a nervous squeeze. In return she got a much firmer handshake, along with a wider smile and a glinting reflection in the man's darkly blue eyes.

"Sebastian Mitchell...?"

"Yup, that's me."

She blinked several times, as she watched him straighten back up, and inadvertently traced the shape of his young body. "Huh... Really? You are the little Seb?"

He laughed. "Yes, Mrs. Callahan. It's great to see you again!"

She blinked once more, still unsure if her eyes were sufficiently accustomed to the ambient bright glare. She didn't know if she could really trust them. The sight of this young man, who introduced himself as her former student, was completely incongruous with the memory of a small boy which still lingered in her mind.

And it wasn't a memory that she'd have any trouble to recall. Indeed, to a teacher like Angie, who rarely had the luxury of tutoring such driven and talented students, Sebastian Mitchell wasn't someone whom she'd easily forget.

He wasn't just good at math; he was positively gifted in it. At the time when most of his peers struggled with simple fill-in-the-square equations, he was already solving problems involving exponential powers and roots. She'd send him to various competitions for kids around his age and he'd easily score highest in the whole county. He might not have been quite at a genius level, but he was damn near close to it -- and either way, thanks to his unflappable enthusiasm for the subject, he was always filling his teacher's heart with joy.

That was Sebastian Mitchell as a sixth grader, at least in terms of his academic achievements. Physically, though, little Seb had been a rather small and frail boy. He didn't seem to make friends very easily: many a time, Angie would see him alone at his desk, and in general not speaking much with anyone.

"It's, uhm, it's great to see you too," she said, flashing the now-adult Seb an awkward and blushing smile. "I must say, I'd never expect..." She paused, and her gaze dropped a little before she forcefully yanked it back up. "Uh, what I mean is that you mentioned your parents moved out of state, but then you're here now, so..." She trailed off, biting her lip as she tried to ignore the growing lump in her throat.

"Well, yeah, we did move. But then my parents divorced like, uh, three years ago? Right after I went to college," he explained. "So, my mom decided to move back, because we still got some family here, and now I'm just visiting for a few weeks each summer."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Angie said sympathetically. "About the divorce, I mean."

He shrugged. "It's fine. She's doing well enough."

"What about you?"

She asked this because it was an obvious, reflexive question. Anyone would ask it, simply as a matter of polite smalltalk. She hadn't quite realized that the only way in which the boy -- nay, the strapping young man -- could answer it was by addressing the elephant in the room.

Or more precisely, the elephant's trunk.

"Me? More than fine," he said, giving a hearty chuckle. "I guess it's pretty easy to see...."

Angie did see it, of course. She could in fact see absolutely everything about Seb Mitchell, because the smiling lad had shown up totally naked. His former teacher tried to tell herself that she ought to pay no mind to his very prominent and distracting nudity. They were at a clothing-optional beach, after all, so she should expect to see other naked people. It wasn't supposed to be a big deal.

But to ignore his present state of undress was much easier said than done. Her issue, if one could call it such, was that Sebastian looked like the furthest thing from that small, unassuming kid she remembered sitting attentively in her class. What the raven-haired woman saw instead was a tall, athletically muscular, and exceedingly handsome young man.

"Uhm, well, yes," she hesitantly admitted. "You have certainly changed quite a bit..."

He nodded. "I went through something of a catch-up period in high school. I've gone from barely five feet tall to well over six! All in a single year." A grin came upon his boyish face. "Yeah, I grew a lot then."

"You definitely did," she agreed. "Not just in height, it seems..."

"Hmm?.. Oh, right," he said, raising his broad arm and flexing its large bicep. "Honestly, I just got tired of the bullies. I figured that if I could bulk up a little, then maybe I won't be seen as this weak nerd anymore that everyone can pick on. So, yeah, that's why I started hitting the gym at first..."

"You were bullied? That's awful!" Angie offered her sympathies, "I'm so sorry!"

Sebastian gave another shrug. "It wasn't a big deal. I was right, too: it did help quite a bit. The senior year in high school, no one would try to mess with me anymore!" he proudly proclaimed, his grin morphing into a confident smirk. "And I sure liked how all the girls finally started paying attention..."

"Oh?" she gave a bashful gasp, clearing her throat. "Well, of course... Of course they did. How would they not? You've grown into a very hun-- uh, I mean very handsome young man. Good for you, Sebastian!"

There was a reason why Angie's normally agile tongue would constantly stumble in her mouth. It had a lot to do with the full view she had of Sebastian's impressive, chiseled physique.

While not overly huge, every visible muscle in his lean body had been honed to marbled perfection. From the broad shoulders and the extensive, hard plates on his chest, and down to the many creases of his sculpted abs -- each sharp line was clearly defined under his smooth, lightly tanned skin. Wide arms and legs were obviously lined with muscle as well, hard and bulging; everything about the boy hinted at raw, virile strength.

But there was one part of him in particular that had been stealing her attention, from the very moment she could see it clearly in the ubiquitous glare of this hot, summer day.

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Callahan," he said politely, though in an audibly lower voice. His gaze shifted, and he stopped focusing just on the woman's round face. "And I have to say in turn that you are a remarkably attractive woman. There is certainly no reason for you to be so shy. Especially here..."

Indeed, Angie had been distracted by this one part of Sebastian's young body, if only peripherally, for the entirety of their casual conversation. While they were talking, she was also -- still! -- trying in vain to cover the upper half of her body with her arm.

It was only now that she realized just how unnecessary those futile attempts were. Because seriously: why? What was the point? Wasn't this the whole idea, for her to experience the thrill of being naked in public? If so, then why would she try and cover up like this?...

Still, as reasonable as those arguments were, the nude woman couldn't deny that Seb's compliment was the main reason that made her stop hiding her beautiful, mature body. And so she withdrew her arm, and gave him a shy smile. "Well, I guess you're right," she said. "It is that kind of beach, isn't it? So, might as well..."

"For sure," he agreed. He was now looking, but not quite staring, at Angie's fully exposed breasts. "Let me guess: this is your first time here, right?"

She cleared her throat sheepishly. "Is it really so obvious?"

He chuckled. "That's fine. There's always the first time."

"But what about you?" she teasingly flipped. "Do you come here often?"

He grinned. "I do. Most days, actually. For me it's a great place, because I can pick up almost any hot girl I want."

There was a brief pause then, as Angie processed his brazen admission. She let out a gasp in response, and her lips visibly quivered when his bold gaze met hers. For a few moments she was able to hold it, but then her treacherous eyes inevitably drifted away. They went downwards, across his muscular chest, and landed at the formidable object which sat directly below his waist.

She realized she simply couldn't resist it. This thing seemed to draw her in, acting with an inexorable, gravitational force.

"It's okay, Mrs. Callahan," he spoke again, his voice brash and assertive. "I know you just can't help yourself but to look. And I don't mind... No, I don't mind it at all when a beautiful woman like you is looking at my --"

"It's big," she said quietly. "And you're just walking around with it like it's nothing!"

A low, vibrating chuckle escaped the young man's throat. "Of course I am," he said simply. "Why wouldn't I? It grabs exactly the kind of attention that I'm looking for."

Angie drew in a sharp breath. She was utterly dumbfounded. At this point, she was having serious trouble forming even simple thoughts and sentences. Her mind kept running in circles, unable to escape the boy's suffocating influence that he seemed to exert through his very presence. She was stuck in a blurry haze, only dimly aware that this thick fog had all but enveloped her sense and reason.

This wasn't just about Sebastian's big cock. Sure, his manhood was clearly impressive: long and thick, fully engorged and rising like a ponderous giant. At its base the pubes had been trimmed and partially lasered off, leaving only a short, wispy fuzz that further emphasized the size of his potent instrument.

Its large head flared wide, creating a pronounced ridge between the bulb and rest of the hardening shaft. Coupled with the veins that bulged obscenely around the swelling pole, it promised the kind of delightful friction that would make any female tremble and let out many a breathless moan.

But no, it wasn't just his cock that had captivated the mature woman. It was the wholeness of his arrogant demeanor: the bold, presumptuous swagger with which the young man carried himself; and the largely indifferent, almost patronizing way in which he treated his former teacher. Angie could sense that he was still the same smart and erudite boy that she had known for years -- and yet it wasn't his intellect or conversation skills that had dazzled her in the end.

No, what the cocky boy had done instead was to charm her in the most primal and base manner. He did it purely through the raw display of those impressive, physical aspects of his youthful masculinity. He'd been flexing his muscular body and showing off his massive dick, expecting a woman twice his age to immediately start drooling over his huge erection.

"Go on, Mrs. Callahan," he goaded her. "Touch it."

And outrageously enough, it worked. She was practically drooling at the sight of him and his mouth-watering manhood. She was all but mesmerized by the large member, and it wasn't a huge leap to move her hesitant hand and curl its dainty fingers around his wide, pulsing shaft.

"Ahh, yes, just like that, Mrs. Callahan..."

"Please, just call me Angie," she asked sheepishly, feeling his growing hardness.

He considered it for a moment, then flashed her a wicked grin. "No, I think I prefer Mrs. Callahan. It's naughtier."

A shudder went down her spine, wringing a quiet gasp from her shaking throat. Her hand still clutched his turgid manhood, and in fact it grasped it even tighter. She held her breath for a moment, closing her eyes as she sensed the steadily rising heat that gently caressed her inner thighs. Then, as she slowly exhaled, she moved her wrist and began stroking his rigid tumescence.

"Good," he told her, his voice taking on a slight rasp. "You're very good at getting me hard, Mrs. Callahan. Your hand... Your body... Your tits... Fuck, you are just a smoking hot babe!"

As her mouth gave a shocked gasp, there was a small part of the mature teacher that wanted to scold this brash youngster. But a much larger part appreciated the compliment, crude though it was, and a deeper shade of red came over her blushing cheeks. She kept jacking him off, the tall boy still towering over the shorter woman, as she cast a few glances at the sandy beach around them.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered loudly. "People can see..."

"So? Let them," he said curtly, his head taking a quick survey of their surroundings. There were indeed a few people in the distance, at least a few dozen feet away, and some were probably looking at them from their folding chairs and blankets. "Yeah, why not, Mrs. Callahan? I say they can totally watch you suck my big cock!"

She blinked. "Y-you want me..."

"Whenever you're ready," he said, grinning at her again. "But since I already know you want it, then why wait?"

He leaned down slightly, placing a hand on the back of Angie's head and pushing it towards his crotch. He wasn't exactly forceful, just compelling enough for the naked brunette to understand that this was what he expected from her, and no later than now.

Could she resist him? Well, yes, probably -- if she really wanted to.

But Angie Callahan didn't want to resist him. Even before she'd wrapped her hand around Sebastian's turgid manhood, she had idly wondered how it'd feel in her mouth, and perhaps in some other places, too...

Yes, she was being really naughty right now.

"Okay," she quietly said.

And she loved it.

"Oh yeah, this feels great," grunted the confident hunk. "That's right, get it all nice and wet..."

With her knees digging into the sand through the soft blanket, the nude teacher was now kneeling before her equally naked former student. She had already swallowed most of his sizeable organ, her wet lips touching the root of its wide shaft, just as the tip scraped roughly at the back of her sensitive throat.

At first, when his cock went all the way in, Angie had just barely stopped herself from choking. It didn't take long, however, before the tenacious cocksucker got somewhat used to his tremendous size. Her mouth and tongue worked eagerly around his broad girth, lathering it in copious saliva, as her raven-black mane bobbed up and down his V-shaped waistline.

When it came to giving head, the dark-haired woman certainly wasn't a novice. Her ex-husband wasn't nearly as well endowed as this arrogant young man, but the asshole packed enough heat to always give her mouth a good workout. His dick might've been the only decent part of him, she often thought, and she'd freely admit she liked feeling it grow and spurt in her mouth.

Even so, after several years of semi-frequent blowjobs, this cock, which Angie now held between her lips, was still giving her a serious challenge. Thick and pulsing, the large tube of rigid meat continued to threaten her gag reflex through nothing more than its sheer presence. She had to put an equal effort into simply keeping the beast in check as she did to actually pleasuring this immense organ.

But she didn't let up. Just like she would in her work, which often tested her skills and patience, she felt a surge of renewed motivation. She didn't want to simply persevere, she wanted to excel -- and so, to this exact end, Angie used every part of her talented mouth to worship Sebastian's rock-solid pillar.

She swirled her tongue around his broad circumference, caving her cheeks to apply deliciously wet suction to his whole length. She pressed him to her upper palate, rubbing her lower lip against his delicate underside. She put his head under her tongue, flapping it around his sensitive glans, as she held him in place with an incredibly gentle squeeze of her teeth.

Her hands weren't idle either. Each one was cupping one half of his bloated nutsack, holding the large egg in a firm grasp as she gingerly massaged its hairless skin. Occasionally she would switch, slender fingers coiling around his wide shaft while her lolling tongue swept around his potent seedmakers. She would take each testicle in her mouth, barely fitting it inside, and suck on it like a massive piece of candy while coating it in her warm saliva.

The older woman was truly outdoing herself there, giving the young stud an absolutely exquisite blowjob. He rewarded her zest and passion accordingly -- by letting out constant, guttural, and very appreciative groans.

"Fuck, Mrs. Callahan... You've got one hot mouth!"

She purred at the compliment, her enthusiasm soaring with every loud beat of her heart; and with it, so grew the woman's own arousal. Her suckling mouth was no longer the only part of her body that was excitingly hot and wet. It paled in comparison to the sizzling heat in her dripping snatch. It was welling up at a breakneck pace, and it had been since Angie laid her hands upon Sebastian's thick flagpole.

Now that the young man was gasping and twitching, as he edged rapidly towards a spurting orgasm, the woman's mature pussy quivered in sympathetic excitement. She was incredibly turned on, more than she had felt in years. She didn't care at all, not anymore, whether anyone saw her servicing this tall and cute hunk. Were they both put on stage, with an audience of hundreds watching every move of her naked body, it still wouldn't have stopped the horny woman from slobbering over his huge dick.

"Oh fuck! So fucking close... Keep sucking, Mrs. Callahan!" he encouraged her, big muscles tensing up as his breath suddenly hitched. "Fuck... Fuck yeah! Here it comes!"

He grunted repeatedly, head thrown back in bliss, as he let out savage noises of pleasure while his cock erupted in a deluge of thick spunk. Several large volleys hit Angie's throat in a quick succession, testing her resolve as she frantically swallowed the abundant seed. There was more of it soon after, as he continued to spurt his copious essence, groaning and panting while he rapidly emptied his large gonads.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... Take it, Mrs. Call-- Aaah! Fuck! Yes! Take it, you slut! Take everything! Swallow every drop of my cum!"

As she heard him call her the dirty word, Angie's whole body momentarily trembled and seized. She actually came herself, without ever touching her clit or pussy -- a climax that rushed through her body, suddenly and without warning. And it was already gone, passing as quickly as it arrived, lasting no more than a few seconds of totally unexpected pleasure.

It shocked her, of course, but she didn't falter. She continued to gulp down every spurt of dense semen that the virile stud kept shooting into her hungry mouth.

Finally, after about a dozen volleys, there came an end to his massive discharge. With a deep exhale he gave the last blissful groan, a broad smile creeping on his face as he glanced down at the dutiful cocksucker.

"Damn," he let out, bursting into a hearty chuckle. "That was amazing! I'd never expect..." He paused then, breathing heavily, as he felt the diligent mouth of his former teacher still working on his seemingly spent cock. "Oh yeah, you're sucking it all out, aren't you? Did you like my cum so much, Mrs. Callahan?"

She was indeed cleaning his cock thoroughly, all around the thick shaft and inside the narrow sperm canal. She was slurping the residual semen, savoring its manly taste; meanwhile, her overheated pussy was practically leaking the fluids of her now-soaring arousal.

She eventually released his large appendage, sleek and shiny from the intensity of her oral efforts. She looked up at the grinning young man, peering at him with the lustful, pleading eyes that shone brightly in the blazing light of the early afternoon sun.

Though she didn't say anything, the young man knew exactly what her hungry, almost desperate gaze meant. He returned it with a broad smile, as he knelt down just a few inches before the nude woman and allowed himself to fully take in her gorgeous, completely naked form.

Unsurprisingly, his ogling eyes lingered on her large and heaving breasts; each luscious mound proudly adorned with a very hard and pointy nipple. Then it moved up, tracing the smooth lines of her neck and shoulders, noting the full, seductively parted lips that quickly curled into a narrow smirk.

"I liked it," Angie said, meeting Seb's roaming gaze. "I appreciate how you gave me more than enough warning."

He chuckled softly. "Least I could do. And hell, even that wasn't easy! What you did down there, with your mouth and everything... Fuck! It was simply incredible!"

"Really? But I thought you'd be disappointed," she teased him. "You said you were going to pick up a hot girl, but then all you got was just your old math teacher..."

A throaty laughter came from the handsome stud. "Disappointed? Not even close, Mrs. Callahan," he said, looking at her with that roguish grin of his. "I think I've been very lucky, actually, because I've managed to pick up the hottest girl on this beach!"

"Ohhh," she purred, "is that so?"

"Yeah... And since this is your first time here, then I'm also lucky that I could, ahem, introduce you to the full nude beach experience," he quipped, still showing her a boyish grin.

Angie couldn't resist rolling her eyes. "Sure, if you say so -- but was this really the full experience...?"

She glanced down his fit and naked body, spying exactly what she had hoped to find. The lewd sight put a mischievous smile on her face. She licked her lips in salacious anticipation.

Below his waist, swaying between his muscular legs, Sebastian's recently unloaded cock didn't look like it had lost much of its hardness. Taking it in her hands, the mature woman felt it come back to life more or less immediately. It grew within her grasp and began to recover its former stiffness.

Giggling like a schoolgirl, she proceeded to gently massage his rising shaft. He caught her playful wink and flashed his signature grin in return. "It was a great start," he said, speaking in a low voice, "and no one says that it has to stop there..."

"That's good," she said hotly. "I was hoping you might show me more..."

She was vigorously stroking his cock now, which had already surged back into a throbbing erection. Her eager ministrations wrought a gasp from the young man's throat, for a moment taking his breath away before he eventually managed to ask, "Anything, uh, specific that you have in mind?"

"Anything you want, Mr. Mitchell," fluttered the dark-haired temptress, "just as long as it's very, very naughty..."