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A Chance Meeting
Greg ran to escape the rain and sat on the bench in the beach shelter.
"Are you on your own son?"
He looked around and saw a frowsy middle-aged blonde sitting in the corner; she was dressed in a pvc mac with high-heels and red nail varnish.
"Yes might as well give up for today,"he answered.
"You on holiday?"she asked looking him up and down.
Greg felt a bit irritated at this cross examination, he was an introverted type not given to chatting least of all about himself.
"Just down for the day,"he replied.
"How old are you son?"she persisted and stared hard at him.
"Greg blushed deeply, "twenty five" he lied.
"Really you don't look it," she laughed and gave him another penetrating look.
Then the woman stood up infront of him blocking his view of the beach and opened up her mac.
Greg gasped with the shock she had only a black bra and panties and suspender belt with black stockings. Her hips were full and she had a large bottom with sizable breasts that more than filled the scanty bra.
Then utterly unabashed she put her right hand down her panties and began to masturbate slowly. Greg sat rooted to the spot unable to look her in the face staring at her crotch watching the fingers move rhythmically.
