"I think I'd go to the beach and think of nothing except the ocean and the stars and the moon. Just away from everything, you know?"
"Could I take you there? I have nothing else to do and I'm in the same frame of mind you are. I live alone. I'm getting to be an old man. I have no family. I get awfully lonely. Just to be able to share this evening with you would help me."
"You're not an old man! What's the matter with you?" She noticed they were on the freeway to the ocean.
"I'm fifty. Alone. Getting fat around the middle. Typical of my age."
"Think what you want, but I think you're a very nice man. Age has nothing to do with anything. You're as old as you feel. Right now, I'm older than you are."
The man turned and smiled at her with a wide grin.
She warmed at his smile and his low, soft voice sent ripples of excitement through her body. She liked this man. He was just what she wanted and needed for tonight. He was the older, experienced man that she craved.
They got to the beach and he parked the car under a palm tree in a parking lot. Since they both wanted freedom and the beauty of the ocean, the fresh smells, the roaring of the untamed waves, the shine of the moonlight, they got out of the car and went down to the sand.
Barbie took off her shoes to get the feel of the sand on her feet. She carried them in her hand as they both walked barefoot in the sloshing, gurgling water.
"Don't you care who I am? What if I left you here? What if I attacked you? You know, you really ought to be more careful," the black man said to her.
"I've got an album at home. It's by Roger Whitaker. On one side of it is the song 'I don't believe in if, anymore'. Have you heard it? It's beautiful. The song says, 'If is for children', and I'm not a child. You are a nice man. I'm not afraid of you. You are not going to attack me and I can always get home one way or the other." She smiled up at the black man. "As to who you are, you're my friend. So, does that take care of it all?"
He shook his head. He said his name was Fred.
"Did it ever occur to you that I might attack YOU, Fred?" she asked.
He laughed and his laughter was like low, lovely music. He smiled at her and patted her on the shoulder. "I'm soooo afraid," he said and broke into his sexy laughter again.
Barbie turned to him as she stood in the water, ankle-deep, feeling the cold ocean water swirl around her feet. She put her arms up to the tall man and encircled his big neck. She reached up and kissed him on the lips.
"Better not do that, young lady. I'm fifty, but I'm not dead yet!"
"I didn't think you were," she giggled.
"Are you just trying to make an old man feel good? I appreciate your efforts," he said.
"No. I'm being very selfish. I'm trying to make me feel good."
She liked the way the black man felt to her quivering body. His lips tasted so warm and good. His big body was soothing to her. She thought she would like a little more of him. She put her arms around his neck and opened his mouth with her tongue. She slid it in and tasted of his saliva as she ran her tongue across his teeth. He had a good, warm, engulfing way of kissing her back. She felt his arms encircle her slender body as he held her in the darkness of the night. She quivered and warmed at his strong touch. His big arms held her tightly to his strong, sturdy body. She felt his hard cock just below his protruding middle. His dark huskiness thrilled her slim body. Thoughts of passion ran through her body as he held her tenderly. His breath was hot in her ear. His heaving chest roared with the poundings of his heart. His hands caressed her slender body from her back down to her asscheeks. She loved it. Fred was her kind of man, older, loving, tender, the kind that made a one night stand a thing to be remembered forever.
Quivering against his body she felt his kisses all over her face and down her neck. She tossed her head back and looked at the heavenly stars as the black man lathered his warm, moist kisses into her ear. She shook with quaking desire. She felt him pull her pelvis in tight against his. She knew she would fuck this man, and she hardly wait!
She gladly went with him as he took her hand and led her to the grass which bordered the strip of sand at the ocean's edge. She let him pull her down onto the velvety greenery. She melted in his big, strong arms and wallowed in his tender kisses. His big, black hands felt her back and her ass. His full, moist mouth bathed her face and neck in his hot, snorting kisses. She felt her ear plunged full of his steaming tongue.
Her arms went eagerly around his hefty body to caress him. She adored the heat which radiated from his heavy, black body. His full mouth engulfed hers and she felt like she was melted into soft, warm, thick cream as he kissed her. Her body ached with longing desire. Prickles of lust and passion zipped through her tingling body. She felt his thick shoulders, his sturdy neck, his big, muscle-filled arms as he held her and kissed her passionately. Her crotch leaked her womanly juices. She felt her own squishiness as the black man kissed her, tongued her mouth, caressed her body. She yearned for him to hurry and touch her breasts… and when he finally did, her passions soared to the skies! His hot, big hands held her covered breasts while his hot, moist mouth kissed the tops of her domes, covering her in warm, lovely kisses.
She lay back in the thickness of the grass and let loose of all her wild, pent-up emotions while the black man massaged her full breasts, kissed her softly on the neck, tongued into her ears. She rotated her rounded hips softly in the grass while he lay beside her, kissing, loving, tonguing. She burned with desire to feel his big, black cock up inside of her twat. Her clit beat to a quivering erection. Her twat slobbered desire into her crotch. She felt the clutching spasms of desire surge through her bottom. Her body quivered with anxious lust for this slow and deliberate man. He knew just what to do to turn her into a wanton witch! She punched her damp pussy up as she swirled her hips to smack against his hard cock. She adored his foreplay, but, oh! How she wanted him to get down to business!
She felt his big hands massage her body, caress her tits. His full, moist mouth took hers as she surrendered her whole body to him. She felt his hot, digging tongue inside her mouth as she whipped her tongue around his and slurped of his hot, heavy saliva. Her body quivered lustfully for this black man. She punched her pussy to his cock and pressed in, grinding, rubbing, feeling his hardness through her clothes and his pants. His belly protruded against hers, so she sucked in her gut to get her weeping beaver smack against his pounding cock. She felt his heavy beats, his steady pulsations!
"Touch me! Put your hands in my crotch! Stick your finger in my cunt!"
Fred moaned as he kissed her passionately and let his big hand slip to her hip, feeling the gyrations of her hot body. His hand pulled her rotating pelvis tightly to his throbbing cock while he nipped on her earlobe, breathing heavily into her ear with snorts and grunts. His mouth was all over her, lathering her with his spit as he kissed, tongued, nippled on her ears, her throat, her lips.
He moaned his passion when his fingers touched into her soft, hot, damp slit! "Uuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm."
"Your hand feels so goooooooodddddddd… sooooooooo hoooottttttt," she whispered into the older man's ear as his head bent to kiss her upper titties.
"Oh, God, what titkissing!" she gasped.
He moaned his soft, low voice between her full, round domes of hot flesh. His hand eased into her slippery crotch, across her quivering clit, and sunk into her tightly grasping cunt. He loved the sweet softness of her silky vulva. He gasped for breath and wiggled his big finger up inside her velvety soft twat. His finger was coated with her love juices as he stuck in another finger to feel.
"Uuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmm… soooooo goooooodddddd…" he said, in his soft, low, sexy voice.