Sexy Sunset with a Silver Fox

Sexy Sunset with a Silver Fox

Hi! I am based in the UK and love writing filthy stories for myself. This is my first one for here so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! It's quite scary sharing my work for the first time but here goes....

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My boyfriend had recently broken up with me and I needed to get away from it all. We hadn't been getting along and although to start with I thought he might have been my forever person, he was too immature. As my career took off, we had less time together and he told me it was over before he went away on a lads' holiday. They say the best way to get over a man is to get under another one. I booked a last minute holiday to the beautiful island of Majorca; the perfect place for a fortnight's R&R and if an exotic Spanish waiter or sexy tourist caught my eye, I would be up for some holiday fun. A girl has needs after all.

I like to keep fit and on holiday, I get up early and go for a run before it gets too hot. My 6am alarm was a bit of a shocker on the first day, but I pulled on my running gear and left the hotel to run along the beach front. After that first day acclimatising to my surroundings, each morning I saw lots of people enjoying the best part of the day running, power walking or strolling with their dogs. One man I kept seeing caught my eye, I was sure he was another Brit on holiday and each time he saw me he smiled as he ran towards me. He was ruggedly handsome with a sexy grey beard and always wore a baseball cap, running vest and shorts showcasing his golden tan and muscular body. He was older than me, but I'm done with immature boys and a real man could be just what I need.

When I woke on the 6th day, I couldn't help but feel hopeful I would see the handsome runner again and consciously looked out for him. I wore my hair in a high pony tail and chose my tightest running vest and shortest shorts, hoping he would see me too. I was in luck, we are obviously creatures of habit as I saw him in exactly the same place as the day before. When I spotted him coming towards me, I decided to stop as he approached and I took my phone out to take a photo of the beach, hoping he may stop too. I turned to face him and smiled and sure enough, he stopped.

'Isn't it beautiful?' He said, hardly breathless, 'I never tire of running here, so much nicer than home.'

'Stunning,' I replied and studied his face up close. His eyes were deep blue and his tanned face slick with sweat. His tidy beard framed his full lips beautifully and I couldn't help but imagine kissing them.

'Are you here for long?' He asked.

'Another 8 days, staying at the Hotel Sol. You?'

'A couple of days left, I have a villa not far from here up the hill. Does your boyfriend not join you for a run?' He asked with a grin.

'No boyfriend, just me. What about you?'

'Just me. I divorced last year and I got the villa so I'm making the most of it. You should come and visit me before I go back, I make an insanely good margarita,' he said confidently.

'My favourite,' I replied with a self satisfied smirk.

It didn't take me long to think about that offer. My new year's resolution was to say 'yes' to more opportunities that come my way and this guy was an easy yes.

'Well you'd better tell me your name, as I don't visit strangers in their villas at home or abroad,' I continued.

'It's Jonathan,' he said with a smile.

'I'm Lily.'

We exchanged numbers and arranged that I would make my way to Jonathan's villa that evening.

I spent the day sunbathing and reading but I couldn't concentrate on my book. I was fizzing with anticipation of what the evening may bring. I didn't know what to wear - shorts and t-shirt too casual, the backless dress I brought too slutty. I decided on a short skirt and vest top, minimal make up and I wore my hair down. I have small breasts and when I was younger I tried everything to make them look bigger, but now I appreciate not having to wear a bra if I don't want to and lots of men enjoy small, perky tits like mine. A spritz of perfume, and I was ready. The young hotel receptionist flirted shamelessly with me when I asked him to book me a taxi but although flattered, I ignored him as I had other ideas! The villa was quite a climb up the winding hill away from the beach and was secluded with beautiful purple bougainvillea shrubs contrasting with the gleaming white walls and mahogany shutters. Tiny lizards scooted away into flower beds as they heard my footsteps approach.

I knocked and waited slightly nervously with butterflies invading my stomach. What if Jonathan had regretted inviting me? I was, after all, practically a stranger and he is to me. What if he's a weirdo and was luring me to a grizzly end? The door swung open, interrupting my stress daydream, and there he was with a huge smile. God he looked good. His thick, silver hair was tamed with a side parting and he was wearing tight blue shorts that showed off his muscular, tanned legs and a white linen shirt with several buttons open revealing his broad, hairy chest. I've always loved a hairy chest on a man and these days most men my age seem to wax. I instantly relaxed.

'Lily, come in! I was half expecting you would get a better offer and I wouldn't see you,' he laughed.

'Oh no! I've been looking forward to your famous margaritas all day.'

'You look gorgeous! I've made the margs, I hope frozen is ok?' He asked, as he walked through the villa and I followed him.

'Lovely, thanks,' I replied and he led me out to the pool terrace which was the perfect place to spend an evening and watch the sunset. There was a small swimming pool and an array of beautiful white patio furniture and we sank into the luxurious cushions of the corner sofa.

As we drank margaritas we compared our life stories - Jonathan is a businessman whose wife of 10 years had left him for a woman 3 years ago. Once he had got over the shock, they divorced amicably. He has been having fun since then and doesn't want anything serious. I told him about my career as a corporate lawyer and my unsuccessful love life. I hate the online dating world and much prefer meeting people in real life. It turned out he is 11 years older than me but he didn't look it and with his playful personality, he didn't act it either.

The margaritas were flowing and Jonathan had made a delicious paella for us which we ate on the terrace. He lit citronella candles and we sat and chatted while the sun set. It was a perfectly idyllic evening and I felt completely at ease with him. The longer I spent with him, the more I wanted him.

The heat of the day finally subsided and the only sound apart from our chatting was the chirping of crickets. The candles provided mesmerising light on the terrace and it was getting late. I knew I would have to leave soon but didn't want the evening to end. Sitting on the comfortable sofa, his legs were slightly open with his knee gently resting against mine. The soft, fair hair on his sturdy thighs brushed against my skin and excited me.

'I guess I should call a cab,' I suggested weakly, turning to Jonathan and studying his face.

'I can't believe how quickly tonight has gone,' he replied, 'I don't want it to end,' he added softly and gently swept my hair from my shoulder, his fingers grazing my exposed skin. Sparks of desire flooded my body and his eyes sparkled in the candlelight as he smiled with his beautiful lips.

'I'd love to kiss you, if you'd like that too,' he said, the sound of his deep voice turning my insides to liquid. My breathing quickened and I nodded my consent. He leant in and softly placed his mouth against mine and I opened my mouth letting his tongue find mine. I grasped his thighs and squeezed them gently while we kissed, the kiss was deep and passionate and I wanted more. Much more.

He broke away briefly and smiled, 'you are fucking beautiful' he said as his lips found my neck and he nuzzled delicate kisses downwards and onto my chest, my skin was so sensitive to his lips and the feeling of his beard grazing my hot skin was unreal. 'So are you,' I gasped.

His hands slid under my top and caressed my tits and he murmured as his fingers found my nipples, now hard and in need of attention. He gently squeezed them and my pussy twitched as my insides unravelled responding to his touch. He took his shirt off and I eagerly removed my top. His hairy chest was gorgeous and his nipples erect with passion. I leaned in and took one in my mouth, he moaned as I flicked it with my tongue and sucked hard on it.

'Fucking hell,' he muttered, his hands on my shoulders while I relished him greedily gave the other nipple the same attention. He smelled of shower gel and his nipples tasted slightly salty from the warmth of the evening. I'd never realised how much of a turn on sucking a man's nipples could be until that night.

Wiping my wet lips with my hand, I smiled and glanced at his shorts now bulging with his solid cock. He saw me looking and raised an eyebrow and laughed.

'See what you've done to me,' he said.

I fondled the delicious hardness in his shorts, he felt huge and I wanted to see for myself.

'I think we need to do something about that,' I replied and he sat back against the sofa his arms open across the cushions and his legs apart.

I knelt up and undid his button and zip and he lifted his ass as I pulled his shorts and underwear down. His cock was magnificent and glistening with pre-cum in the soft light. I took him in my hand and stroked him slowly, rubbing the pre-cum over the head of his cock, causing his back to arch as I began to work his thick shaft. Jonathan gasped and closed his eyes.

'Christ, you're good at that,' he muttered.

I loved watching as he bit his lip and thrusted his hips forward setting the rhythm.

'If you don't stop touching me, this will end far too soon,' he said after a while and took my face in his hands and kissed me again.

His hands moved down my body, taking time to caress my tits on the way and he gently fondled my ass. His fingers found my hungry pussy and he rubbed me through the silken material. I was dripping and when he hooked the material to the side and thumbed my clit causing me to jerk my hips, he grinned.

'You are wearing too much,' he said as he unzipped my skirt and I shrugged it to the floor together with my knickers.

My sex was absolutely throbbing for attention now and he slid two huge fingers into me;

I couldn't stop a loud moan from escaping. My whole body felt electrified by his touch and I rocked over his fingers, fucking them to my own sweet rhythm while he stroked my clit.

'I need to taste that hot cunt of yours,' he said and he lay me gently on the sofa and his head travelled down my body to my sweet spot. He kissed my inner thighs, tickles from his beard causing me to squirm. His beautiful hardness was out of reach but I lay back anticipating his next move.

'Dripping, just for me,' he said as he kissed my mound, teasing me as my back arched pushing my wetness towards him.

'Fuck yes,' I said breathlessly and he buried his face between my lips, lapping at my swollen pussy purposefully lashing my clit, devouring me. I knew I wouldn't last and within seconds a huge orgasm tore through me sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. He kept licking and sucking and his thick fingers worked my eager hole causing me to buck and shriek until I could give no more.

Panting, I sat back on the sofa and he rose up to kiss me, my juices soaked in his beard and I kissed his beautiful face. His cock was in his hand and he smiled.

'If I don't get to fuck that beautiful cunt soon, I may just explode,' he said with a grin.

'Oh it would be my pleasure,' I replied and straddled him and lowered myself down onto his thick, rigid cock.

'You feel sooooo good' he said and I pumped him as he looked me straight in the eyes.

It wasn't long before I could tell he was building up to his release, my muscles tightened around his glorious dick and I came again. He squeezed my ass hard and exploded into me, his hot liquid filling me up with several massive thrusts.

We both collapsed into a sweaty heap, neither of us with the strength to speak.

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After that wonderful night, I didn't see Jonathan again. He went back to the UK before me and as we lived hundreds of miles apart we decided to keep our delicious experience a one off. I'm still single but I know now what I'm looking for and will stick with older, more experienced men.