I remember the day I met him, that summer at the shore
He was surfing and happy; a very friendly smile he wore
When he saw me watching, he struck a real macho pose
I spread my towel on the sand, and shed my outer clothes
I wore my little white bikini, it hardly covered me at all
He couldn’t stop from looking and he took a nasty fall
I watched him walk right to me, while carrying his board
His abs were flat, body tanned and his package I adored
He used a very simple line, “Hi beautiful, I must be dreaming”
I flashed a very friendly smile, but on the inside I was beaming
He was very charming, friendly, handsome, confident and strong
He asked if we could hang out for a while, I knew we’d get along
We talked a while, I followed as he took his board to his car
He traveled up the coast like a gypsy, he even played guitar
We got some burgers and shakes for lunch at a small stand
It felt so natural when we were walking and he took my hand
When necking in his car at the beach, we felt our passions bloom
My parents would be out a while, so I suggested my hotel room
I remember how shy he got, looking at the fancy king sized bed
They’ll be back by 5 o’clock; come over here next to me, I said
Like in the movies, we stripped each other all the while kissing
When he kissed me all over, I realized what I had been missing
The first time was great, and it didn’t take him long to recover
But the second time was awesome he was really quite the lover
I was going to Uncle John’s house, he was bumming up the coast
We’d never see each other again, only time for one more at most
I remember that he hugged me and told me that I was really great
That he would never forget this afternoon, that meeting me was fate
His kisses were filled with passion; I could tell he wanted some more
I squeezed his throbbing member and asked him if he was too sore
He pulled me up on top of him and said he didn’t want to pass it by
I rode him for the longest time, finally we both climaxed with a sigh
After we kissed goodbye, I showered and got dressed for dining
My parents returned before dinner, I was on the bed reclining
My dad asked if I enjoyed myself, while they were away today
I told him I had the kind of fun I wouldn’t mind having everyday
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