When I was younger 20 I was a lifeguard at a resort. Because I played sports and worked out I was in really good shape at 6'1" and 195. I had a six pack and was buffed. One day I was patrolling one of the outlying pools when I saw a vision. She was about 5'8", a redhead and was wearing a well cut bikini.

Stretched out on a towel she was reaching for a tube of suntan lotion which had rolled away. I picked it up and gave it to her but she asked me to rub some on her back.

I did this and my length began to stretch my shorts.

After a good rub she thanked me and I left, glad that she had not seen my 8 inch stretching the thin material.

Later that day, I went to a local dance spot and there was this vision again but this time she was wearing a strapless dress which flowed down to her mid thigh and showed off her figure very well. I would have guessed- and later confirmed- that she was about a 38 C she told me.

When I walked to the bar she came over and asked me if I wanted to dance and so I went onto the dance floor with her. The houseband played some quick numbers and she moved very well with her dress showing her well formed thighs and firm breasts as she swung.

The music slowed and she moved into my arms, gently resting her hands on my shoulders. I could feel stirrings between my legs as I held her loosely, with my hands on her waist. A real slow piece came up and she slid her arms around my neck and moved her body close to mine.

I had my hands on her skin above the back of her dress and she swayed against me. By now I had a raging hard-on and I am sure that she noticed. When the music stopped, we left the floor hand in hand but she kept walking and led me out into the parking lot. We walked to the beach and she turned and kissed me when we were amongst the trees lining the beach. Her lips were the softest I had ever felt but soon the passion mounted as she slipped her tongue into my mouth and I parted her lips with my tongue. As my hands caressed her back and shoulders she dropped her hand and cupped the bulge of my shorts and whispered, "I really want to have this inside me tonight." The rest of that evening, and into the early hour was spent on the bed in her room and I learned the joy of making love to an older women: she was 36. She was my teacher but became a slut later, but that's another story.