CHAPTER ONE

 

 

 

The boy on the beach was only about eighteen years old. This caused Alyesha's cheeks to flush at the lewd thoughts flitting unbidden through her mind. After all, her own son was nearly that age. She couldn't seem to keep her eyes off of the boy's slightly plump, downy belly.

 

'Just like a ripe peach,' she thought. 'I want to bite that golden fruit.' Horrified at her lustfulness, Alyesha rolled her petite body over onto her stomach in the warm sand. Her large breasts pillowed under the pressure of her body, as her hips did a slow rotation, digging deeper into the sun scorched earth. She couldn't wedge her mind away from the image of the boy's round buttocks rolling beneath his form-fitting bathing suit as he chased his Frisbee into the water.

 

Alyesha rolled back into a sitting position to gaze at the waves and maybe straighten her head a little. It was then she saw a large piece of driftwood in the lapping waves. Getting up ever so slowly, controlling the rise and fall of her hot melons, Alyesha quietly moved up behind the young boy.

 

"This is such a beautiful piece of wood and it would look great sitting in my garden," Alyesha lied to the boy. "It's much too heavy for me to carry. Would you mind helping me get it to my car?"

 

As the soft young boy turned his clear blue gaze upon Alyesha's lovely face, she anguished. 'What am I doing?!' Nevertheless, her lips parted into a smile when the boy answered shyly that he would be glad to help her.

 

Alyesha's seriousness was very much with her on this particular day. However, she didn't feel at all proper. Her nervous condition was getting worse, and Alyesha was afraid she knew why. Sex seemed to be all she could think about lately, especially with handsome young boys like the one helping her drag the driftwood up the beach. It was as if some evil imp had taken up residence inside her and was forcing her to drool over the alluring bulges in the crotches of every good-looking young boy she saw. Heaven knew she didn't want to.

 

Alyesha's troubled mind had begun to channel the strong desires of her healthy body toward innocent young boys, for they had always been wholesomely appealing to her. She'd allowed her subconscious mind to trick her into thinking there was no harm in merely lusting after the untried bodies of countless boys, because there was safety in numbers, and never in a million years had she actually intended to do anything about it. Alyesha was a lady, first and foremost, and she simply hadn't been able to conceive of herself seducing and corrupting the morals of any youngster.

 

Now she knew that she'd been playing with fire, and she feared she was about to get burned. Her nerves were a tingle. The obscene imp in her head had her conscience knocked down and was happily kicking it senseless, leaving her without a competent mental policeman to protect her against the sudden fit of insane lust which was flaming up within her love starved body.

 

'I've got to get hold of myself!' Alyesha scolded silently as she and the boy dragged the wood close to the car.

 

Alyesha had stayed late at the beach. There were few cars left in the parking area as the sun was just setting. Alyesha was disconcerted that no cars were near hers. She felt that she was doomed to carry on with this charade that started with her lie about wanting the driftwood. Opportunity was rife. The attractive boy had ogled her and then blushed while he'd been tugging on the wood with her. Alyesha knew he'd thought of her in a sensual way. Indeed, it was his sweet embarrassment over being caught admiring her bounteous breasts that had set Alyesha to real excitement in appraising the youthful good looks of this bashful child.

 

"It's the seventy-two Ford right over there," she said. "We can just put this in the back seat, if you don't mind."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, struggling with the heavy load.

 

'Lord, how I'd like to get my hands on him!' Alyesha admitted to herself as she stood by watching the tanned boy bend to his task. He was leaning onto the car, carefully placing the wood on the floorboard of the back seat, with the muscles of his luscious rump rippling beneath their covering of tight bathing suit. Just the sight of him was making Alyesha feel reckless and lightheaded. She moistened her soft, full lips with her tongue and gripped the sea shell she had picked up in the sweat-dampened palm of her bind. 'I've got to touch him! Nothing more, though! What can it hurt?'

 

"The driftwood might topple over while I'm driving," she said, her voice crackling with excitement. "Could you put it over toward the middle a little more for me?"

 

The youth replied courteously that he thought he could. As he began rearranging the wood, bending lower now, Alyesha slipped in closer to him, between him and the car door. On the pretext of pointing to where she wanted the wood placed, she leaned over the desirable boy's body and put one hand lightly on his back. Her heart thumped wildly. She'd never done anything like this. The warmth of his back against her palm felt lovely. This was as far as Alyesha had intended to go, but it wasn't nearly enough.

 

Every jangling nerve in the cock-starved woman's curvaceous body cried out for a more intimate physical contact with the body of this adolescent male. Impulsively she fell onto him, letting out a little yelp of feigned surprise so he would think she'd lost her balance. It excited her terribly. The whole thing lasted only a few seconds, but she made the most of it by flattening her soft, womanly breasts against the startled lad's back and pressing firmly against his out-thrust buttocks with her lower belly and her tingling loins.

 

"How clumsy of me!" she exclaimed, the lewd thrill careening about within her causing her voice to crack. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't help it. A rush of vertigo... Did I hurt you?"

"No, ma'am," he said, backing out of the car and shutting the door. "Vertigo?"

"A sudden dizzy spell," she explained, stretching the truth considerably. "I think I nearly fainted. Isn't that silly of me?"

 

"No, ma'am," he said, taking her hand in hopes of steadying her. Releasing his grip, he stood there looking at her with puzzled concern. "Are you all right now, ma'am? You look flushed, and you're shaking all over. Are you sick? I could call a doctor, if you want."