Karen s thank you PART 1 Mature pussy.
PART 1
I could have sworn she was about my age. I’m 21 now, making me a dedicated observer of girl’s asses and legs for the last eight years or so. I can detect the slightly-too-slender look of a hot little piece of jailbait, or the subtle signs of impending cellulite that brand most older women. So as I walked along the beach perhaps 30 feet behind the bikini-clad brunette, I never would have guessed she was old enough to be my mom. It was about 8:30 on a sticky, windless June evening in North Myrtle Beach. I was staying for a week in an oceanfront condo with a couple of buddies who had just left to go clubbing for the night. I had drunk far too much the night before and the thought of another round made my stomach roll, so I took a raincheck. I threw on a pair of trunks and a ratty T-shirt and headed for the beach, with the vague thought of swimming until dark. But as I was crossing the wooden bridge that protected the dunes, I saw her strikingly sexy profile. She was straight ahead of me and strolling in the direction of a distant fishing pier. I didn’t make a conscious decision to follow her. But as I approached the lapping waves I made a right turn on the flat, wet sand and matched her languid pace. This was some girl. She was tall and slender, probably about five-eight and 120 pounds. The salmon-colored sun was just beginning to touch the horizon opposite the surf. It bronzed her smooth skin and set fire to the ends of her dark curly hair. She was graced with a delicious heart-shaped ass hugged by a dark purple bikini bottom. A lot of the girls at my college are just too skinny, with unnaturally small butts that look like a boy’s. No, this ass was perfect, shimmering just slightly with each step she took, and gracefully leading to a pair of long, toned legs. I lingered several times to pick up random shells, not wanting her to think I was a stalker. She never looked back at me, but females have some innate sense about those things. As she occasionally glanced toward the Atlantic or politely spoke to approaching walkers, I got only a fleeting glimpse of her profile. That led my mind’s eye to fill in the blanks. It of course created a face of matchless beauty with striking brown eyes, full lips and the petite, slightly upturned nose of a cover model. I gave her firm breasts of about 34B, suitably sized for her athletic form.