Tommy

We both smile, the attraction is back. His muscular arms are sticking out of a white T-shirt, he is wearing his work trousers and sturdy shoes with paint splatters. It is quite a contrast to my bright beach dress and flip-flops. He greets me with that delightful Hague accent that suits his Surinamese looks so unusually well.

Together we walk back towards the beach, a thunderclap sounds in the distance.
‘Shall we leave the path? A little more shelter would be better.’
Tommy leads me between two bushes, behind which lies a route he clearly knows. I have a hard time keeping up with him, but he navigates us perfectly to a sheltered dune pan, where he takes me in his arms and kisses me. Our kiss becomes more passionate, his young body pressing against me, his crotch clearly bulging. He puts my hand on it.
‘Feel what you are doing to me.’
I play with his huge cock, still hidden, and he slips a hand under my dress. I moan at his touch, he fingers me as I seek support on the trunk of a tree. I try to undo the buttons of his trousers, which is difficult. Something tickles between my toes and, closer now, another clap of thunder sounds. I feel the urge to run away, like in the vegetable garden, but this time I don’t. Tommy whispers in my ear.
‘Shall we do it? Yes, please, you’re horny too, aren’t you?’
I’ve only really had sex with Mark, but he’s also the one who wants me to do it with several men. Tommy takes off his trousers and boxers and sits down against the curve of the dune. I’ve seen pictures of his cock, but in real life it is truly impressive. Tommy probably sees my doubts.
‘Don’t worry, it always fits.’
He spits into his hand and rubs his cock with it.
‘Come on, lower yourself over me, I want you.’
I take off my thong under my dress and stand with my pussy in front of his head.
‘Do you want to taste me?’
I pull up my dress and hide his head underneath, close to my pussy. He flicks his tongue from back to front a few times, I rock my hips and think of only one thing. I bring Tommy out again, slowly sink to my knees and feel the head of his cock tapping against the inside of my thigh. I carefully manoeuvre him in the right direction and surprisingly he slides in smoothly. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such a big cock before. The thunder drowns out our loud moans and as Tommy announces his orgasm it starts to rain heavily. Unperturbably fucking we let the cooling shower descend on us, within ten seconds we are completely soaked.

When we make our way back to the path, Tommy slaps me on the bottom and thanks me several times for this wonderful moment. He can’t show up at work soaking wet and still horny, so he informs his team that he’s going home. Tommy is the boss, so they don’t argue. The storm passes and we say goodbye with a quick kiss in the deserted car park. I realise that my thong has been left somewhere in the dunes when Tommy slips his hand under my dress one last time. We promise to meet again soon after the holidays. Soaking wet, I cycle home and it is wonderful. There’s that distinctive smell of petrichor in the air, as if the whole city had just had good sex. I conclude that this ‘sex for sex’s sake’ suits me just fine, I have already forgotten about Floris. Mark and Simon think my contact with Tommy has faded and I’ll leave it at that. Feeling guilty I pick up William from the neighbour, who is furious that I am later than promised for the umpteenth time. I have just enough time to dry off and change clothes before Steven gets home.

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