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 This story was inspired by a story posted recently by LOUETTA -- "At The
Beach."

   I usually write about older men and young girls but this story entranced
me.  Please feel free to let me know how you like (or dislike) it or any of
my other stories.  CYBERGUY20038@YAHOO.COM

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   My friend Al and I like to fish from a rock jetty not far from where I
live.  We catch a lot of garbage fish but, now and then we get something
really good, like the halibut I caught the other day.  Al and I were there
last week when the strangest thing happened.  We were walking along the top
of the jetty toward our usual fishing spot when I happened to see a young
woman sunning herself on a little patch of sand among the rocks.  She was
bare-assed naked!

   She looked to be in her twenties, blonde, with a lithe body and no tan
lines, fine little breasts -- probably a small B-cup -- a narrow waist and
long slim legs.  Evidently, she does this often because her skin wasn't the
least bit pale.

   But what shocked me was that she was masturbating: head thrown back and
lolling back and forth as she frigged herself with one hand and played with
her boobs with the other.  Whether she saw us or not, she kept it up as we
passed.  The little fellow in my pants was hard in an instant.  Seeing this
lovely woman enjoying herself was something I'd only read about and, I can
tell you, seeing it is ten times more erotic than reading about it.

   We kept walking until we reached our favorite spot.  Al, who must be
getting plenty at home, began to unpack his fishing gear.  I, on the other
hand, was so entranced by the sight of this woman with her fingers in her
pussy and the look of absolute contentment on her face, that I told Al I
wasn't going to fish today.  "I've got to see more of that," I said.  He
just shook his head and continued to tie a leader and weights on his line.

   I walked back toward where this young beauty was, looking for a spot
where I could watch her without her seeing me.  She was so engrossed in
what she was doing that she didn't see me approach.  God, this was sexy!

   I climbed down to a spot similar to the one she was sitting in where I
could see her clearly through a gap in the rocks.  I felt that, if I didn't
move once I was in position, she wouldn't notice me.  I sat on my tackle
box and watched.  The location was perfect, with a view directly between
her legs, her snatch covered only by her hand, which was now pumping in and
out furiously.

   As much as I tried to be passive and just watch, the scene was so very
erotic that I found my hand stroking my cock through my pants.  I neeeded
relief, so I squirmed out of my pants, pushing them and my shorts down to
my knees and taking my pole in my hand.  I was already close to cumming in
just those few seconds.  My hand pounded my cock, fingers encircling it,
index finger rubbing the crown and glans with each rapid-fire upward
stroke.

   Then she froze, two fingers pushed deep inside.  Her hips lifted until
she was supporting herself only with her feet and her shoulders.  She hung
there for maybe twenty seconds, not moving, before she collapsed back on
the sand.  That's when I came.  Cum spurted everywhere -- on the sand, on
my clothes, my hand, the tackle box.  Everywhere.  Then I relaxed,
relieved.

   She lay back, knees up, legs spread wide, giving me an unobstructed view
of her hairless pussy, bald as the day she was born.  Absolutely beautiful.
She closed her eyes, put her hands on her chest under her breasts and
seemed to fall asleep.  Neither of us moved for ten minutes except that, at
one point, she drew her feet up a little and let her knees fall to the
side. I've never seen a woman in such an unprotected view -- pussy wide
open, wet and red from the thrashing it had just received from her hand. 
The opening to her vagina was a dark tunnel, open and inviting, perhaps the
diameter of a quarter.  God, she was beautiful.  Then she stood and put her
bikini on, gathered up her stuff and left, walking up the beach.

   I went back to the jetty every day for a week, sometimes in the morning,
sometimes the afternoon, but I never saw her again.  She lives now only in
my dreams and in my masturbatory fantasy.  Life gives us great memories if
we pay attention.