One of the things Jay was disappointed about with my encounter with Sam was that I didn’t think to videotape it and be able to have something to share with him later. So when Tom Cooz came to visit, Jay sent me off with him and instructed me to bring him a videotape. He told me he’d set up the in-law apartment on our property with heat and a video camera.

Instead I went off to the beach with Tom. I needed to walk my dog. I figured if there was an opportunity to get naughty at the beach, we could take it, but if not, we had the in-law apartment as back-up. I only had my still camera with me at the beach. Tom took photos.

It was very windy. Sand was flying everywhere, pelting our skin like little needles. I kept walking to the far end of the beach toward the hills, where I knew little nooks could provide wind block. The beach was deserted.

I undid Tom’s pants and got down to suck his cock. He told me he has grown even bigger over the past year. I noticed he also grew in confidence with me. He held my hair and pushed his cock deep into my throat with no hesitation, fucking me.

I told him to lean on the rock behind him. I pulled my panties off and rode him in my pussy.

“Is this the biggest cock you’ve ever had?” he asked.

“YES!” I breathed heavily.

We fucked like heathens on the rock until he pushed me off clutching his cock ready to cum. I put my mouth on him and felt his cum filling my throat, filling it, full… cum was overflowing out of my nose. I stayed there until he stopped cumming. I fished for a tissue in my bag. We laughed, walked home.

I really enjoy Tom’s company. He makes me feel young. I asked him at what age he started having sex. He said, 15. Me, too. He said he learned a lot about sex by reading about it. Me, too!

Back at the house he wanted to taste the little sour apples growing on our tree in the backyard. I warned him it couldn’t be good, but he had to have a taste. I was right.

He then decided he would climb on top of our fence and steal an apple from the neighbor’s tree. Their apples are big and red. The deer have been snacking on them all season. Tom got one, fell off our fence into the neighbor’s yard, their little Yorkie Angie was barking at him, Tom fell several times trying to get back on our side of the fence. It was a hilarious scene. He did score an apple. He handed it to me. I took a bite, then handed it back to him. He had a bite. It was sweetish, but not quite ready.

I remembered the first time I met Tom. We were all having lunch together at home. He jumped up suddenly and went toward our kitchen window to admire a hummingbird hovering over a flower. It’s these little things he does that endear him to me.