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The one thing she hated most about her job was dealing with all the tourists. If they weren’t complaining about one thing, they were trying to get something for free from her whether it be a towel, a bottle of water, or a blow job. Of course it didn’t help that the only people she dealt with at the hotel towel booth were tourists. She had dreamt about something far more glamorous when she moved to the islands. A modeling job would have been nice, perhaps a cushy job as some executive’s personal assistant, anything but this. She hadn’t expected to be standing for eight hours handing out towels to little old ladies who weren’t even going to use the damn things.
Sighing, she pulled the wooden boards down, closing the towel booth for the night. The other girl had called in sick this afternoon, leaving Sharon to work a double shift. More than half the night she had been alone trying to ward off the stares of the teenage boys who were now being herded out of the pool by the security guard.
Sharon eyed the young man from behind as he pointed the boys toward the exit. The hotel security guards had always been old, bushy eyebrowed men who didn’t know their dicks from their assholes, but this new one was definitely different. He was actually younger than fifty, probably somewhere closer to his mid-twenties, with a body that fit the tan uniform snugly in all the right places.
That’d be nice, Sharon thought to herself as she picked up her keycard and headed for the back of the house. Her thoughts would have wandered farther but she was so tired she could hardly remember her own name.
With the drive to the other side of the island waiting her, she knew she needed to take a hot shower to refresh herself lest she drive off the high cliff leading to her secluded home. The clock above in the locker room read 9.00 when she undressed and stepped into the shower, feeling the pulse of the hot water beating on her tired neck and shoulder. She was lucky that she usually clocked out well between the change in shifts, leaving the locker room empty for her to indulge herself in privacy.
She was humming along to the song in her head, eyes closed and hands busily soaping her pert 34C breasts when she heard a masculine voice. Snapping her eyes open she listened to the sound of heavy footsteps getting closer to the shower stalls.
“Hello? Anyone in here?” came the call.
“Umm, yes,” she answered, peeking her head out from behind the very flimsy curtain that shielded her in the tight stall. “Hello?”
The same, new security guard illegal bahis from the pool earlier craned his neck around the corner of the locker room wall. His face blushed bright red, making Sharon smile. He was more handsome than she had expected him to be and she sucked a breath of air in when he returned her smile. His full, wide lips were set beneath a straight, Grecian nose and vibrant green eyes that reminded her of emeralds.
The guard’s blush was slowly fading when he inquired, “Are you alright, ma’am? We got a complaint that someone was peeping in the lady’s locker room. Amelia went home so I came to check.”
Amelia was the female guard whose job it would have been to check on the locker room. Sharon had caught Amelia “peeping” in on her when she showered a few times. The female guard was more trouble than any man would have been in the women’s restrooms. She often eyed Sharon’s slim, athletic body, as she roamed around the pool and towel booth.
“I haven’t seen anything,” Sharon finally answered.
The guard looked away, his eyes averted from her. “Umm, ma’am…”
Wondering why he had suddenly turned a brilliant shade of red and was studying the ground so intently, Sharon looked down at herself and noticed that the flimsy curtain had blown onto her body, sticking firmly to her firm breasts, tight belly and shapely thighs. Rather than being embarrassed, Sharon knew this was the perfect opportunity for her to relieve some of the stress that the shower could not.
“Have you never seen a naked woman?” she teased, making the young man look up at her. His eyes grew wider when she pulled the curtain away, exposing her entire body to his roving eyes. “Well?”
“No, ma’am. I mean, yes, ma’am. I mean, just not like you, ma’am,” he stammered.
She saw the bulge in his pants start to grow as she moved toward him, droplets of water leaving a trail behind her. Sharon placed her palms on his wide chest, rubbing up and down as she smiled up at him. “I’m more than willing to let you have as long as look as you’d like..” -she looked down at his nametag- “…Jason.”
Sharon rubbed her breasts against the rough cotton of his uniform, her nipples becoming little pebbles. She lifted her thigh to wrap her leg around his, and felt her pussy becoming wetter as Jason’s lips crushed her own. His moan was muffled as their tongues swept into one another’s mouths. His large, warm hands cupper her heart shaped ass, lifting her off the ground and rubbing her pelvis into his crotch.
“God, I want to taste you,” he murmured illegal bahis siteleri against Sharon’s lips, all of his shyness wiped away by his explosive desire. Jason carried her toward the bench in the middle of the lockers, laying her gently down on her back, he spread her legs to straddle the bench as he kneeled between them. His breath was warm on her pussy as he blew on her outer lips. She squirmed away when his own lips kissed her warm core. His hands steadied her, squeezing into the soft flesh of her hips as his tongue plunged into her cunt. She moaned loudly as his tongue lapped at her engorged clit, applying just the right pressure to make her legs shake and her hands curl in his hair. Sharon pushed her hips up to meet the thrust of his tongue as it entered into her dripping cunt.
Jason’s thumb began to rub the nub that was peeking out from the folds of her pussy, making her scream with pleasure as she felt her orgasm building in the pit of her stomach. He sensed she was ready to cum and pulled away. Sharon tried to force him back down between her legs, but Jason was the stronger one. He stood between her legs, unzipping his pants and releasing his beautiful cock. Sharon’s mouth watered as she hurriedly scooted toward the end of the bench to engulf the massive cock with her lips.
She had always been excellent at head as Jason soon found out. Her tongue flicked the mushroom tip then sucked him in half way only to pull his cock back out, grazing it with her teeth. He shivered, his ass cheeks tensing as Sharon licked up the bottom of his shaft and sucked him back into her mouth. She was like a damn Hoover Vac with different settings that nearly drew him over the edge multiple times. Each time she sensed he was going to explode in her mouth, she pulled away and tugged on his ball sac.
Tired of the games, Jason pulled her away from his cock and laid her back down on the bench, pinning her hands over her head. He positioned his cock at the entrance to her dripping pussy, the thick head of it poking at her teasingly. She bucked her hips up toward him, succeeding in getting the head of his rod inside her. Jason could not hold back any longer, he drove his steel hard cock into her tight little box, feeling her pussy muscles tighten around him as he rocked in and out of her hole. His lips locked onto her left nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive little pebble, teeth grazing against it enough to send shivers through Sharon.
The sound of their lovemaking filled the locker room as their flesh canlı bahis siteleri slapped noisily and their grunts and groans became louder. Jason’s movements became jerkier as he lifted off of Sharon to get a better look at his cock as it pistoned in and out of her wet cunt. He groaned, throwing his head back and moving faster, his hips violently thrusting forward as Sharon met him thrust for thrust.
Her hands were biting into the bench above her head, using the extra leverage to slam herself down onto the huge cock that was stretching her pussy to its maximum limits. It had been such a long time since she had such a wide cock inside of her, she felt like her stomach was going to burst from the knot that was growing inside of it. Letting go of one side of the bench, she reached between her legs and began to rub her clit in a frenzy.
Jason slid his cock out completely, he lifted Sharon from the bench and set her on her feet, facing away from him. He pushed her head down, forcing her to grab the bench to keep her balance as he positioned his cock at her ass, he drove into her pussy from behind, making her moan louder. He moved his hand between her legs, rubbing her sensitive nub as he continued to pound into her box.
“Fuuuck,” Sharon moaned from the back of her throat. “Jason, you fuck. You god damn, fuck, you better fuck me harder than that if you want me to cum on your huge fucking cock!!”
Her words made the security guard move faster, his cock swelling even bigger. “Shut up, you fucking cunt. You want me to fuck you harder, I’ll show you who the fuck I am.”
He grabbed her hips and began to ram into her so hard she felt his balls slapping her clit and his mushroom tip touch her cervix. His grunts became savage as he continued to ravage her little hole with his huge pole. Sharon was loving every second of their incredible fuck, a wide grin settling across her face as she met his movements.
Jason felt her pussy muscles begin to grip him harder and he knew she was about to cum all over him just as she’d promised. He began to move even faster, smacking her ass as he felt the ripples move through Sharon’s pussy, milking him to the brink and over. He shot his sticky wad into her pussy just as she came hard on his cock. He continued to pump into her, slowing his thrusts as he finished cumming in her. He squeezed her tits and kissed the back of her neck as she massaged his balls between her legs.
“That was the best fuck I’ve had in a long time,” she told him. “I love it fast and hard.”
Sharon knew that she’d be good and awake on the ride home thinking about when she’d be able to fuck the young security guard again. She may even have to finger herself off a few times during the long drive as she thought about all the things she’d do to him next time.
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