A Good Hair Day

All good things come to an end.

For Gloria Aldred, it had been a blissful summer. Her temporary young gardener had proved himself more than capable in both horticulture and the joys of sex. After first seducing the man in her backyard, she'd led him on a voyage of sexual discovery that had been thrilling and fulfilling. Off hand, she couldn't think of a position they hadn't tried.

But unfortunately, that journey was now over. It was September and Paul had gone back to university. Gloria knew she would miss him, their delicious affair had turbo-charged her sex-drive in ways she could not believe. However, she was never one to dwell on life's misfortunes. Within an hour of Paul's departure she decided to make the most of the last of the summer wine.

Ten minutes online was all she needed.

Then she packed her bags and headed for the airport in search of foreign cock.

*

After two hours by plane and an hour by car, Gloria found herself on the south of France. Maison Blanc was a bijou house set on a grassy hilltop on the shore at Beaufranche -- a relatively unspoilt seaside village 20km west of Cannes. Built in the 1950's, refurbed in the 1990's, the villa was a little tired, lacked the luxury amenities that Gloria was accustomed to, and had plumbing that worked to French labour rules. However, Gloria hadn't rented the place for a month because she liked a cold shower. No, although the holiday home had more than a few negatives, it's plus points were truly excellent.

Firstly, the villa was surrounded by tall Cyprus trees at the front and on both sides. Coupled with the building's elevated position and you had privacy that was first class. Nobody could look in -- a major virtue when you preferred to spend the day wearing nothing.

Secondly, from the rear garden pool deck, the ocean view was spectacular -- and so was the overlook of the 'clothing optional' beach. A voyeur could spend all day ogling the clad or unclad bodies cavorting on the sand.

This will be fun, Gloria thought as she unpacked her bags. She hadn't brought a lot. She did not expect to wear many clothes on this trip. She may be 57 but she was still proud of her body. Plenty of exercise and many trips to the beauty salon had kept her in perfect trim.

She turned to admire herself in the full-length mirror. Her nudity looked back. Having immediately stripped to the buff upon entering the home, she enjoyed her naked form. Her magnificent tits still cantilevered out and had nipples like organ stops. Her long legs were limber all the way to her well-shaped ass. Nice hips. Deep navel. Sculpted face. Fuck, what else could a young French man ask for?

But enough of that. She'd finally found what she was seeking amongst her luggage. It was a pair of high-end sports binoculars. Her ex-husband had given them to her in an effort to get her interested in his bird-watching hobby. She never had. But now she intended to put the glasses to a far better use...

*

The young man's penis was impressive. It lazily swayed from side to side as he walked along the beach. He was nude, olive-skinned and looked about nineteen or twenty years old, He had a wild shock of black hair shaped into an afro. It matched the puffball of fuzz above his generous cock. Casually smoking a cigarette he was arm in arm with a girl who looked about the same age and who was also enjoying the relaxed clothing rules.

Gloria was sitting in a chair wearing nothing but a necklace, her binoculars propped on the wall that looped around the villa's pool deck. Her elevated vantage point gave her an unrestricted view of the beach. She adjusted the field glasses, took another look at that big swinging dick. Circumcised and with a bulbous head, it had heft and was at least 6 inches long in its flaccid state. Amazing for such a young man she thought. What on earth would his member be like at full attention? For a second, she imagined running her tongue along its rigid length. It was a thought to savour.

She'd been watching the beach for more than an hour, looking for suitable sexual partners. There were more than a few to choose from, all of different shapes and sizes. Most wore swimsuits, but a few were naked and on display. She gave those men the full once over, weighing all the options. Did she want shaved dick or full fur? Athlete's body or chunkier? Tall or short? Young or old? It was all very confusing. Like being in a supermarket without a shopping list.

She decided young was the way to go. Her view went back to the olive-skinned man. Ah, perfect, he was bending over to retrieve a sea shell from the water's edge. Gloria had an unrivalled view of two tight cheeks and a hint of his sac dangling low between his legs. It triggered a response in her groin. She unconsciously slipped a hand into her delta, slowly rubbed her clitty.

Gloria turned her gaze to the girlfriend who was standing nearby, looking bored as the boy sorted through the flotsam. She had a very slim body, almost no breasts and long, skinny legs. Her fair skin stood in contrast to the brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders. Gloria checked her crotch. Shaved. Hmmm. It wasn't the first bald pussy Gloria had seen on the beach so far. In fact it seemed to be a thing. She looked down at her own tangle of pubic hair. A natural bush may be fine in London she thought, but here, I need a trim.

Gloria sat back and reviewed the situation. There were at least half a dozen potential fuck buddies on the beach - and this was only day one.

It was definitely a good start to the vacation.

*

However, despite the promising beginning, things moved slowly as the days moved on. Gloria scanned the beach and narrow boardwalk twice a day, searching for the ideal sexual pal. Unfortunately, no-one really jumped out. Sure, there were a few guys that had great potential, but they were either attached to a woman -- or man -- or were too old for her current tastes.

That's not to say her efforts were unfruitful though, there was always plenty to see on the sand. Such as the elderly man masturbating in full view of passers-by. A young woman stopped and gave him a brief handclap when he eventually managed orgasm. Then there were the two middle-aged women fondling each other behind a big beach umbrella. They didn't think they could be seen, but they hadn't reckoned on an aerial observer. Gloria became entranced by their fingering techniques. It was quite a show.

And of course there was Eduard, a Dutch hiker on a tour of the Mediterranean coast. He stopped and asked Gloria for directions as she was walking back from lunch. There was something about his height -- at least six foot four -- and his wispy, Van Dyke beard that got her juices flowing.

She'd invited him back for coffee, which had quickly progressed to other things. When he took his jeans off, she nearly swooned. Never mind that boy on the beach, Eduard's organ was even bigger. She could still feel the sensation of it plunging deep inside her. He stayed overnight, and then another night. She'd sucked that lovely cock a dozen times before he left.

Which was all well and good, but she had to be honest. So far, Maison Blanc wasn't living up to its billing. She had expected more.

Then, on day nine, her expectations were met.

*

The young man had laid a worn blanket on the boardwalk at the back of the beach. On it he had placed a dozen or so crude African-style tribal masks. Sitting cross legged next to his wares, he was attempting to sell them as souvenirs to passers-by, without much luck it seemed.

Gloria cast her gaze over the goods for sale. Cheap, wooden knock-offs painted in black, gold and red. The kind of tat you could find in any flea market anywhere in Europe. Forget that. Her focus shifted to the man. Wearing nothing but a light green speedo and battered flip flops, he looked young, 18 or 19? He wore his dark hair long, had deeply tanned skin, an interesting face and a body that was lean without being skinny and muscled without being beefy. Her perfect combination.

But what really drew Gloria's eye was the mass of dark pubes that sprouted from the waistband of his swimsuit, the fine carpet of black hair that ran from the leg openings and down the insides of his thighs.

Mmmm. She liked young men with a lot of pubic hair.

Time to act.

*

Half an hour later and she was casually strolling along the boardwalk, homing in on her target.

She'd given her clothing plenty of thought. The wide brimmed hat and large sunglasses complimented her flimsy cheesecloth dress -- a deliberate selection. The gauzy, white fabric emphasised the fact that she wore no bra or panties. Her nipples were hard and poking through the material. From behind, the dress clasped her ass, providing a dramatic shadow of the groove between her buttocks.

She knew she looked good, but what she really liked was the way the front of the short dress lifted in the warm sea breeze, giving her freshly shaved pussy a gentle kiss. It was years since she'd gone bald down there and just shaving her mound and lips had got her nice and moist. The breeze made her wetness feel cool and refreshing.

She walked up to the young man. He gazed at her from his squat position.

"Buy an African warrior's mask?" He asked.

Gloria smiled. Her mirrored sunglasses gave her the chance to inspect the boy close-up without detection. He didn't disappoint. She liked the light fluff on his chest, his taught stomach. Her eyes roved lower. The bulge in his speedo looked more than sufficient.

"Maybe." She said as she crouched down, pretending to be interested in the bric-a-brac.

She saw his eyes go to her open cleavage. The soft pinks of both areola were clearly on view. He took in her stiff nipples. Then his gaze flipped to her thighs. The way she was crouching, he could almost see up her dress to the glistening slot of her smooth pussy. She felt her wetness increasing.

"They come all the way from Gabon. I can give you a good price." He moved onto his knees, sensing a potential sale. Gloria took the chance to survey his package again. She imagined it in all its hairy glory. Absolutely wonderful.

She waved her hand at the trinkets. "They're all so good, it's hard to know which one to choose."

The man grinned. He grabbed the biggest and most gaudy of the objects. "This one is extra special. I can let you have it for thirty euros."

Gloria made a show of admiring it. Then she stood up. "You know what? I'll take them all. Will two hundred be enough?"

The man's mouth opened in surprise. Then he quickly nodded. "Yes, yes, we can do two hundred for everything."

Gloria reached into her tote bag and peeled two one hundred euro notes from its centre. She made to hand them over. He reached out. But she quickly pulled the cash back. "I'll need help to get them back to my house."

The man's grin faded. "I... I don't know. Do you live far?"

Gloria pointed at the villa high above them. "Just up there." She popped the notes back in her bag. "Bring the masks up for me and I'll give you an extra twenty-five."

His grin reappeared. "Okay."

He quickly started wrapping the goods up in the blanket.

*

"You can put them on there." She said, pointing towards the villa's dining table. "I'll be outside when you're done."

The man carried the bundle of ornaments towards the dining room as Gloria slipped outside to the pool deck. Not long now she thought.

He emerged a minute later and came over to her. She handed him the cash. "Two hundred, plus an extra twenty five for delivery"

"Thank you, thank you." His grin got bigger. She watched him check the notes, then he stuffed them in the waistband of his speedo. Just above his dick.

Gloria turned to face the beach. "Amazing view isn't it?"

Feeling happy and confident now he had his money, the man stood beside her at the wall. He took in the panorama. "Yes. It's fantastic."

Gloria took her sunglasses off and looked at him. "What's your name?"

"Marco."

"Do you live here?"

"No, in La Bocca. I come here to sell. More tourists."

She put the glasses down and came around behind him. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

Wonderful she thought.

She placed her hands on his bare hips. Felt him react. But she kept on going, her fingers lightly tracing across his stomach, over his ribs, into the small tuft of hairs on his chest. She gently pinched his nipples. He gave a low gasp. She moved her mouth close to his ear. "You're a very good looking boy."

"Madame, I..."

Her fingers slithered lower. They reached his speedo and cupped his bulge. He gulped as her fingers traced the line of his penis. It began to harden. "A handsome young man like you shouldn't be selling knick-knacks at the beach."

She slid her hand inside his swimsuit, took hold of his dick. It immediately grew to full length.

"I'm sure you have much more to offer."

"I... I don't what that means."

She spun him round to face her. He licked his lips, looked nervous.

"Let's see shall we." Gloria hooked her fingers into the side bands of his speedo and eased the garment off his hips. The cash he'd stuffed inside fell to the deck as his cock sprang out and upwards. Gloria loved what she saw. His penis was a thick hose jutting out from a dense nest of dark hair. His ball bag was covered in a matching fuzz.

She wrapped her fingers around the swollen, purple head of his cock, it was already getting wet and messy. Her thumb nail caressed the tiny lips of his opening. He gasped, went up on tip toes.

"Madame. What are you doing?"

She started to jerk him.

"Call me Gloria, and you know exactly what I'm doing. Shall I stop?"

"No... no."

"You're sure?"

"Ohhh, yes..."

She pushed his speedo down his legs. He stepped out of them, his arms coming around her, hands instantly going under her dress, finding her bare ass. She felt him pull her cheeks apart, fondling, fumbling.

"Are you a virgin." She asked.

"No." He lied.

She kept one hand moving on his cock, while the other slid up his chest and tilted his head back. She planted a wet kiss on his lips, forced her tongue into his mouth. "Oh, I think you are."

Then, using his cock as a lead, she took him to the edge of the pool and suddenly, without warning, pushed him backwards. He tumbled in with a mighty splash, came up spluttering, coughing. He looked almost angry. "Why do that!"

Gloria liked the way his erection floated in the water. The hair at his groin held a million tiny bubbles. She said nothing, simply watched the man watch her as she slowly came down the steps and wade towards him. As her dress became soaked, it stuck to her like a second skin, hiding nothing.

She reached him and took hold of his cock again. "I want to see you cum." She whispered.

"I... I..."

"Shhhh." She kept her rhythm steady, her grip firm on his penis. It felt good in her palm. Hot and meaty. His mat of pubic hair was simply glorious. So thick and lush. She ran her left hand down his ass crack. Oh, yes, it was just as furry as the front. She imagined spreading his buttocks, sliding a butt plug into his hairy, bronzed hole.

Her hand sped up. His cock was red and throbbing. Gloria could see him leaking pre-cum. It floated to the surface of the water.

"Madame... madame... Gloria!"

He was so close. Her hand moved up a gear, jerking his dick faster. Her other hand worked his balls, stretched his sac, spread his testicles far apart.

"Oh!"

His stomach suddenly sucked in.

"Ohhhhh...."

With a loud groan he ejaculated, first a thin veil of milk and then several thick shots of semen that sprayed out more than a metre. Gloria loved the view. His cum looked like skinny eels as it congealed on contact with the water.

She kept jerking him, finally emptied him, then she guided him to the steps where they lay together. He was gasping, exhausted.

She gently stroked his chest. "You did very well, Marco."

Then she took his hand and placed it between her legs. His fingers began to explore her, slip inside her. She let him enjoy himself for a couple of minutes, then she lifted his hand away.

She stood up. Towered over him. Raised the dripping hem of her dress to expose her pussy. "Do you want this?

His eyes goggled. He quickly nodded.

"Then come back tomorrow and you can fuck me any way you want, for as long as you want."

She climbed out of the pool, picked up his discarded swimsuit and money and gave them to him. "Be here for noon. And if you've got a friend with a cock as nice as yours, bring him with you."

She walked towards the house, smiling.

It had been the perfect capture.

Let the games begin she thought.

END

COMING SOON: Gloria enjoys a double act