Her Obsession

It is over a hundred degrees in the shade on the beach today, but I have to go back and see if I can see him again. He is young, sexy, and tanned, and his muscles are perfect. I enjoy watching him play volleyball on the beach with his friends.

I am not past my prime, but sometimes I feel it. At 40 now, it is difficult for me to want to be with men my own age. I want the young stud that can fuck all night and please me how a man my age does not want to pleasure me. The fact I like to be the dominating one in the relationship is always a problem for men my age.

I slip into my bikini. I look at myself in the mirror. I am still slim and sexy. I pull my long blonde hair up into a ponytail. I am ready. Maybe he will notice me, or I will be bold and talk to him. I asked the property manager about him. I know his name is Dakota, and he is working here at a resort just down the beach for the summer. I have something I would like him to work on for the summer. I am getting all wet thinking about him.

I grab my beach bag and blanket to head for the beach. I open the French doors of my beach house and walk right out onto the beach. I look for a spot so that I can have a good view of the volleyball game. I know he will be here soon to play with a few other guys. I settle on a place not too far from my beach house and put my blanket down. I get a book out of my bag and a bottle of water. I wait for him.

It doesn’t take long before I see him walking down the beach toward the volleyball nets. He is with a group of young studs, but he is the one I want. The guys talk back and forth and then begin to play. I cannot help but watch him his sexy body in the sun with the sweat glistening on him as he plays; I want to touch every part of him. I want to lick the sweet sweat off of his body. I want to have every part of him in my mouth and deep inside me. Fuck, I need to stop staring at him before he thinks I am some creepy, crazy woman.

He looks over and sees me watching him. He smiles, and I smile back. Yes, stud. Come to mama. I am going to talk to him after he finishes playing volleyball. I am going to do it today.

I decide to roll over and get some sun on my back. I continue pretending to read my book, but I am watching him. I think he might be watching me too. I hope so. Maybe he wants an older woman to show him a few things. Trust me, sweetie; I can show you things you won’t get from those young twenty-something sluts you have been fucking around with all summer. Come home with mama. I will take good care of you.

The guy on the other side of the net hits the ball, and it lands right in front of me. Dakota comes to retrieve it. I’m going to speak to him. He stops in the sand in front of me and bends over to pick up the ball. Damn, he has a nice ass.

“Hello,” I say to him.

“Hello, sorry, I did not mean to disturb you,” Dakota says.

“You did not disturb me at all, sweetie,” I say to him.

“Good, I would hate to ruin your day in the sun,” Dakota says.

“Oh, I am only here to enjoy the scenery,” I say to him.

“The beach is beautiful, isn’t it,” Dakota says.

The guys start yelling for him to come back.

“My name is Dakota; I have seen you on the beach before but never at the bar at the resort,” he says.

“Should I come to the bar sometime?” I ask him.

“I will be there tonight. Come by; I will buy you a drink,” Dakota says.

“I will be there tonight,” I say.

The guys continue to yell for him. He smiles at me and heads back to his game. I cannot wait to see you at the bar tonight, you hot stud muffin. You have everything mama likes in a man.

I continue watching him play. I daydream about having him between my legs. I am getting all wet thinking about the size of his cock. I bet he can go for hours. I would love to tie him to my bed and have my way with him. Oh, Dakota, you have no idea the things I am going to do to you once I get you alone. I will have you on your knees begging me to fuck you.

I think I have gotten enough sun for the day. I pack it up as Dakota and his friends are leaving to go back to the resort. I walk back to my beach house. I turn to watch him walk back to the resort, and he is watching me walk into my beach house. I smile at him. He makes me feel naughty.

I go inside and put my bag down and throw my blanket in the washer. I grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator. I need to cool down in more ways than one right now. I think I will take a shower.

I go into the shower. I turn the water on lukewarm. I am so hot from the sun I just need a warm shower. I get in and begin to wash myself while thinking of his hot body. I find my hand wandering down between my legs. I need some relief after seeing him on the beach.

I think about his hot body as I begin to rub my clit. I want him in here with me sucking my clit. I wonder if he will talk dirty to me when he is fucking me. I insert two fingers inside myself and try to get myself off. This is not doing it. I grab my vibrator from the shelf outside the shower. I insert my vibrator as I think of him.

Oh, Dakota, mama needs your cock deep inside her. I bury the vibrator deep inside me and rub my clit. I thrust the vibrator in and out hard, imagining him forcing my legs open and barreling into my pussy hard and deep. I want to be bent over with his cock so far in me it hurts. I pound my pussy with the vibrator until I finally cum. My sexual appetite for him is too big. I need to fuck him tonight so that I can get over him. I finish my shower and get out. I towel off and wrap myself in an extra-large fluffy towel. I go into the kitchen and retrieve my bottle of water. I need to cool myself down before I go to the bar.

I think I will wear my white sundress tonight with my white high-heeled flip-flops. I think I look sexy in that dress. Maybe he will think so too. I will wear my long hair down even though it is hot as hell here. I do not care; I want to look irresistible to him. I want him to want me bad. I want him to burn for me like I am for him. I will have him tonight.

As I sit on my couch drinking my cold water, there is a knock on my back door. I am still wrapped in only my towel. I turn to look out to see who it is. It is Dakota. I get up and go to the door with only my towel on my body.

I open the door.

“Sorry to disturb you. I did not get your name,” Dakota says. He looks me up and down.

“It is Tonya. Do you like what you see, Dakota?” I ask him.

He is taken back for a moment. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have been staring at you like that. You are beautiful,” Dakota says.

“Thank you. Did you come all the way back here to ask me my name?” I ask him.

“No, I was going to see if you were really coming to the bar tonight. I would like to see you,” Dakota says.

“What a coincidence, Dakota. I would like to see you too. I will be at the bar tonight waiting for you,” I say to him.

“You would?” Dakota asks.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, there is no one I would rather spend tonight with than you, Dakota,” I say to him.

“Good, I cannot wait,” Dakota says.

I let my towel open a little to give him a sneak peek. His eyes are on me. Oh, Dakota, I got you now.

Dakota POV

She has been at the beach every day watching me. Well, at least I feel like she has been watching me. She is much older than me. I bet she is the same age as my mother, but I do not care. She is smoking hot. I want to get to know her.

She seems to have some sort of interest in me. She comes out of her beach house every day at the same time and gets close to the volleyball nets where all of the guys that work at the resort go to blow off steam after a hectic shift. The guys have been giving me hell about her. I finally got up the nerve to talk to her today.

I told Tony to throw the ball over her way on purpose. I wanted an excuse to go over to her without being too damn obvious. If she was not watching me, I did not want to seem like a creepy man trying to talk to her.

She was watching me today more intensely than usual. So, I made my move. I talked to her. I even got the nerve to go to her beach house and ask her to come to the bar tonight. I was not expecting her to come to the door in a towel. I should have gone in and took that towel off her and fucked her. I bet that is what she wants from me, just a quick fling and toss me to the side.

There are women all over this beach, but she is so sexy. I feel like she wants me too. Hell, I know she does after she came to the door with nothing on earlier. I need to be at the bar a little earlier tonight. I did not tell her what time I would be there, only that I would be there tonight. That was stupid of me; I should have been more specific. Hell, I could have offered to walk with her to the bar.

I go back to my room—one thing about working at the resort is they give us nice rooms for the entire summer. I have to share it with one other worker, but he is neat, and the room is enormous. I go in and take a shower. I need to get ready for tonight and be there early waiting on her. I do not want her waiting and possibly leave before I get there.

I get in the shower and do what I need to do quickly. I wonder if she is thinking of me or if I am just crazy thinking that she might be thinking of me. I get out and towel off. I brush my hair and teeth. I put on some cologne and deodorant. I like the rugged look, so I do not shave.

I get a pair of jeans from the closet and a tight shirt. I want her to see these muscles. She seems to like watching me, so let me give her something to look at tonight.

“Where are you heading out to? Hot date?” my roommate George asks.

“I don’t know yet. Maybe,” I answer him.

“I will be down at the bar in about an hour. Why are you going so early?” George asks.

“I need a beer,” I answer him.

“I can hurry up and go with you,” George offers.

“No, that is okay. I am kinda meeting someone. I think,” I say to George.

“You think you are, or you are?” George asks.

“It is that woman from the beach, Tonya,” I say to him.

“Oh, so you finally got her name,” George says.

“Yeah, I did today, and I asked her to meet me at the bar,” I say.

“Isn’t she a little old for you?” George asks.

“Yeah, maybe, but it is just a beer,” I say to him.

I leave George to ponder his thoughts while I go down to the resort bar to meet the sexy Tonya. I need a beer or two before she gets there. Women have always made me a little nervous, and she makes me very nervous.

I go down to the little bar at the resort. It is outside with a good view of the beach. I can even see Tonya’s beach house from where I am sitting. I watch her beach house waiting to see her leave.

I order a beer, and I wait. The sun is going down over the water, and it is beautiful. I look over to see this beautiful creature approaching in a white sundress. Her sun-kissed skin under the beautiful white sundress is so sexy. She walks through the sand, taking her time. The waiting for her to walk over is killing me. Why do I want her so badly?

She finally comes to the beachside entrance of the bar. I smile at her as she comes in looking for me. She walks over and sits beside me.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t come,” I say to her.

“Why would I tell you I was coming and not come,” Tonya says.

“I don’t know, but I have been sitting here anxiously waiting for you,” I say to her.

“You have? Well, my sweet boy, you should have given me a time to meet you then,” Tonya says.

“Yes, I guess I should have,” I say to her.

“What are you drinking?” she asks me.

“It is just a beer. Would you like one?” I ask her.

“A Tom Collins, please,” Tonya says.

I wave the bartender over and order her a Tom Collins. I want to talk to her, but I have no idea what to say. She makes me unbelievably nervous.

“Do you live here at the beach? I mean, is that your beach house? Or do you stay here during the summer?” I ask, stumbling over my words.

She reaches out and places her hand on my knee. “I own the beach house and a house in the city,” Tonya says.

“Dakota, how old are you?” she asks me.

“I’m 24; I know I am young, but I would like to get to know you,” I say, still stumbling over my words.

“You do realize I am in my forties?” Tonya asks me.

“Yes, is that a problem?” I ask her.

“Not for me,” Tonya says.

“I’m sorry. I’m very nervous. I have never dated much, and women make me nervous. Especially ones as beautiful as you,” I say.

“Do not be nervous with me; I am very gentle,” Tonya says.

I bet she is not gentle at all. I bet she is a fucking tiger in bed. Not that I have had many experiences with women, but I bet she could teach me everything I would ever need to know about women.

“I will try not to be nervous,” I say to her.

“Maybe you need tequila instead of a beer,” Tonya says.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I jokingly ask her.

“Only if that is what you need to calm down,” she says.

“Do you want a shot of tequila?” I ask her.

“Sure,” she says.

I call the bartender over and order two shots of tequila and Coke to chase the tequila. He comes back promptly with two shots and a Coke. Tonya takes her shot and goes back to her Tom Collins. I take mine and chase it with the Coke.

“You do not drink much, do you?” she asks me.

“Just a beer with the guys after work,” I answer her.

“No wild women while you have been working here at the resort?” Tonya asks.

“No, I have tried to be a good boy,” I say to her.

She begins rubbing my leg. “Look, Dakota, why don’t we go to my beach house. I have a bar on my patio. We can drink there and watch the water in private,” Tonya says.

“Okay,” I say.

We get up from the bar and begin to make our way to the beach exit. I follow her down to the beach and to her beach house. I love watching her walk in that white sundress. I am getting hard watching her beautiful body walking in the sand. The waves crash against the sand, making such beautiful noise, but the only thing I want to concentrate on is her.

We walk up the steps to her patio. The patio is right over the water. She has a nice bar set up. She hands me an ice bucket. “Fill this for me, please. My ice maker out here is not working properly. The kitchen is right through that door,” Tonya says.

I go inside the kitchen and fill the ice bucket up for her. I come back out, and she is making us drinks. I hand her the ice. She puts a couple of cubes in our drinks and then puts the bucket in the mini fridge outside.

We sit down close to each other on a small lounge chair. “You can come close. I promise not to bite,” Tonya says.

Oh, damn! Please bite!