Crimson Kiss at the Beach

Karen had been visiting the kids and grandchildren for a couple of weeks, and I was coming down to meet them too. First, though, we planned a little rendezvous at Myrtle Beach. The following was inspired by a fantasy letter I sent her before my arrival, and she made it come true and even added a little twist that caught me totally by surprise.

I got off the airplane and walked out into the lobby. My body, my heart, my very soul was longing to see Karen. I scanned the crowd looking for her beautiful face when suddenly I saw a gorgeous redhead waving to me. She walked up to me and, with a sexy smile that I recognized immediately, said, “Mr. Paul, I am your escort for the day.”

Karen had dyed her blonde hair red, and it was shocking to see the difference it made in her appearance. I stepped back and noticed that she dressed in a pair of jeans, heels, and a white shirt that fit her perfectly. I realized that she was not wearing anything underneath her shirt. It made me wonder what was under her jeans. I allowed my eyes to roam over her body with love and lust. Karen looks so good, not at all the way you might think a grandma is supposed to look. I noticed several men taking an extended look at her. I couldn’t wait until we were naked and wrapped up in each other.

My attention went to her feet, and I realized that she was wearing natural colored stockings and strappy heels; it was one of the sexiest things I had seen in a long time. I took her in my arms and kissed her. It was the kind of kiss that isn’t too demanding yet lets the person kissed know there is more to come. Karen pressed her body against me, and I felt her desire washing over us. We were left breathless.

We kissed again and walked out to the car. I wanted to go right back to the resort, but our driver took us to breakfast first. All I wanted to do was make love to her, to feel her naked in my arms and make her scream with pleasure. That had to wait, but it would come.

I grabbed her outside the door of the restaurant and pulled her in my embrace. Karen’s arms slipped up around my neck; we kissed, and the world stopped. Our tongues met and explored, so slippery and soft. She moaned into my mouth, and my dick grew even bigger than it was before. Karen pressed her firm body against mine, and I felt her desire washing over us. We were left breathless.

We kissed again and then moved to the hotel. The room was opulent, designed for a luxurious escape. Karen immediately shed her clothes, discarding the white shirt and jeans with a playful toss. The sight of her pale skin, glistening with anticipation, sent a jolt of pure pleasure through me. She moved to the bed, her hips swaying as she lay down, her red hair cascading around her shoulders.

“Let’s take things slow,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. But my urges were immediate and insistent. I knelt before her, my hands gently tracing the curve of her spine, her skin soft and warm beneath my fingertips. I lifted her legs, my fingers caressing her inner thighs, and slowly, deliberately, began to penetrate her.

Her gasps and moans filled the room as she arched her back, her body trembling with pleasure. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of sensations that made my muscles tense and my heart race. As I continued, her legs began to move rhythmically, pushing me deeper into her, demanding more. The air grew thick with the scent of arousal, and the world narrowed down to the feel of her body against mine.

She let out a shriek of ecstasy, her body convulsing as she reached her climax. I held her close, savoring the moment, the raw, primal energy that pulsed between us. As she slowly regained control, she looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of pleasure and vulnerability. "That was incredible," she whispered, her voice breathless.

The heat of our encounter lingered in the air as we lay tangled together. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on her red hair. It was a perfect start to our day, a testament to the undeniable connection we shared. As I watched her, a thought occurred to me – perhaps this impromptu rendezvous was just the beginning of something truly special.

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