I sat on some rocks right beside a place called Tullock Fishing. I dangled a line in the water and let the rip tide take it out further. Boy was I eve... hungry. My stomach was growling and I didn't have a lunch to take with me, naturaly. It was noon now and some of the men that worked on the dock were sitting around eating thier lunch. An older man, I guess in his 40s wandered down to see what I was doing. He asked, "Hows the fishing?' I stated, "Not so good." He asked if I wanted half his. I don’t know how she did that. She some managed to touch that intimate sensitive place so delicately that I hadn’t noticed her exposing me. Was this taking seconds? Or minutes? Or hours? I couldn’t tell.She was laying on my side, one hand across my chest and one leg crooked up over my hip, my pulsing erection throbbing against her naked crotch. And then her hand was now holding my cock, pointing it, aiming it, and Chloe was sliding gently down on me. Foreplay can be in the mind; Chloe was so. Nose to nose followed by nose to…..Well, you get the picture.“How can I help?” I asked, noting the green eyes with their little wrinkles which suggested early middle age.“I’m sorry but, do you know if there’s a loo around here?”I pursed my lips. Loo’s in East Kent were now a rare luxury, the previous ones being frequented for dealing in dubious substances and the target of vandals.“I’m afraid there aren’t any at this time of year.”She was NOT a happy bunny.“I suppose the bloody Council think. "Joanne told you?" he asked worryingly."She did and no, I'm not scolding you. Your body is becoming moresensitive and it arouses you. We have all done it. What you are doing isnatural for any girl going through puberty," she said. "And I supposeyou stroke your hair more?" I do. I find it relaxing," he said."It is. Even when someone else is doing it," she said and she startedstroking his hair. "By the way, it seems longer already." Is it?" he asked, surprised."Not that much. But I wouldn't be.