Tides of Sin-Steamy Romance Story by Salty Vixen

Thomas stepped out onto the balcony of his condo. Mermaid Island was gorgeous this morning. The wind was gentle, the temperature warm and clouds of interesting shaped littered the sky but didn’t block any of the sun. The water was blue and fringed with white foam. Most people would consider the view to be inspiring.

Thomas was not inspired.

He took out his binoculars and scanned the beach. It was still early and not many people were out. There were a few old men out on the pier. Smoke rose from the Fish Shack. Seagulls picked at whatever they could find.

There, right beside a sand mound shaped like a giant cock, was what Thomas needed. A gorgeous Korean girl wearing a one piece bathing suit was spreading her towel. She had a gorgeous ass. Thomas sighed as she laidout on her stomach.

That was inspiration.

Thomas sat down and picked up a seashell. He picked up a paintbrush and dabbed some white onto the shell. Stroke by stroke, he recreated the Korean woman’s ass. He captured her curves, the pull of the swimsuit and the fuckable qualities of that ass.

It took him two minutes but he felt better after painting it. He set it aside and picked up another sea shell. Now it was time to start painting mermaids and crabs.

Elizabeth ran the store on the pier and she bought his seashells at two dollars apiece. She then turned around and sold them at five dollars a piece. The summer months turned into a profitable time of year for a retired man like Thomas.

It was also three months of painting fucking mermaids, crabs and fish. That is all they wanted. Paint a boat? Fuck that shit, the tourists would leave it to rot on the shelf. A painting of Atlantis carefully detailed on a shell smaller than your palm? Nope, the tourists wanted fucking mermaids or even a goddamn crab.

One day Thomas got mad and painted a big giant pussy on a seashell. He expected a complaint from Elizabeth but he never heard anything. The next week he drew some nice fat tits. Elizabeth still didn’t say anything. Now every day he draws at least one dirty shell. He hoped she was selling them but he also hoped that she wasn’t noticing the dirty shells she was putting up for sale.

It was an immature thing for him to do but fuck it; he was old. Thomas was getting too old to be walking the beach and bending his tired back over to pick up fucking seashells for tourists to buy

There was a knock on his door. “It’s open!” he yelled.

Peggy Sue walked in. The blonde had a smile that lit up her entire face. It was infectious enough to shake Thomas out of his artistic pity party. She owned a timeshare next door and was leaving by the end of the week.

 “I got you some more,” she said. She held up a gallon ziplock bag full of seashells.

Thomas set down the sea shell with a painting of a crab. Fucking crab.

“Guess I better pay you for them,” he said.

Peggy Sue giggled. Most women her age couldn’t giggle without it coming across as an affectation but with Peggy Sue it was genuine. She hurried over to him and set the bag down on a pile of other bags.

Thomas stayed in his chair. He watched as Peggy Sue unzipped her shorts and wiggled out of them. She pulled her panties down too and Thomas bit his lip at the sight of that luxurious brown bush. He wanted to lean forward and plant a nice big kiss on that pussy.

“Across your knees?” Peggy Sue asked. She failed at hiding how much she wanted him to agree

“Yes,” Thomas said.

Peggy Sue stretched across his knees. He was sure that she brushed her tits across his legs on purpose. She settled down and he got a good look at her ass.

It was covered in nice lovely bruises. It was a wonder that she could walk up and down the beach at all, much less picking up new shells for him.

“Ready?” he said.

“Yes,” Peggy Sue said.

Thomas grabbed her ass. Peggy Sue clenched as his fingers tightened around her buttocks. He gave her a good squeeze and she winced. The bruises were healing but he had just put them there last night. She was tender and ready for more. He knew that if he slipped his finger inside her sex, she would be as wet as the ocean.

Sometimes Thomas loved the fucking tourists.

Tap! Tap! Tap! He started with gentler taps. His hand more bounced off her ass more than slapped. As tender as Peggy Sue was, she still felt it. She squirmed and twisted as he spanked and it had an immediate effect on his cock.

Tap! Tap! Tap! He struck her left cheek a few times and then the right cheek a few times. Peggy Sue moaned. She also clenched her ass tight. Thomas smiled. She was learning. She knew what was coming and she was preparing for it.

Tap! Tap! Tap! Thomas held off. He wanted her to wait until she could bear it no more. The waves crashed below them and Thomas slowly counted off ten waves in his head.

Tap! Tap! Tap! Slap! Thomas brought his hand down hard on her left cheek. Peggy Sue jumped and let out a cry of shock. It was probably also a cry of relief that the real spanking had finally begun.  

Slap! Slap! Slap! Thomas slowed down as he delivered now solid slaps to her ass. He could feel her desire wetting his lap.  Peggy Sue was so damn horny. It wouldn’t be long before she started his leg.

Slap! Slap! Slap He slapped her right ass a few times and then her left ass. When she got used to that, he started slapping the center of her ass. When she got used to that, Thomas would slap her nice red ass in a clockwise motion. A few turns of the ass and he started slapping in a counter-clockwise motion.

Peggy Sue was humping his leg now. She had a nice slow grind that would be worth throwing out his back to experience. The woman was a good fuck; he just knew it.

Slap! Slap! WHACK! Thomas hit her a little harder than he was planning too. Fuck, he was horny and lost control a bit. He stopped for a second and grabbed her ass. He felt the heat radiating from her ass; hotter than any sand on the beach right now.

“Oh God,” Peggy Sue moaned.

Thomas thought about fucking her. Then he thought about how he would lose a day of painting from fucking. Then he thought about Peggy Sue wanting to hang around the condo. Then he thought about Peggy Sue wanting to know more about his life, tell him about her life and try to arrange to meet during the winter.

Then he thought about who was going to pick up those damn shells off the beach if Peggy Sue was spending all her time fucking and talking with him?

WHACK! He slammed his hand down into her other cheek. Peggy Sue shivered as he let his hand rest on her ass.

WHACK! He slapped her other cheek as hard as he could. His cock throbbed and thought about climaxing on her spanked skin.

WHACK! He struck her in the center of her ass and Peggy Sue let out a long moan. This time he let his fingers glide over her ass. She winced and squirmed as even this gentle touch drove her crazy.

Fuck picking up shells.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Thomas tore into her ass. He gave her a spanking that would make her walk funny for the rest of the day. That is if she didn’t rush back to her timeshare and masturbate herself into a morning coma.

Twenty hard slaps later, Thomas stopped. He put his hand on her back as she shook. He stroked her hair until she was ready to stand.

Peggy Sue got up on shaky legs. She was going to say something. More than likely she was going to offer to do any perverted thing he could imagine.

“Bring some more shells, and I’ll pay you some more,” Thomas said.

Peggy Sue laughed and put her shorts back on. Thomas smiled with pride at how gingerly she walked out of his condo.

Thomas sighed. He was going to fuck her all right. He would fuck her on her last day. He would fuck the shit out of her and after a week of spanking and teasing, she would think he was the greatest fuck ever. He just had to last the week.

He picked up a seashell. It was time to paint another fucking mermaid.