Eve never wanted a beach hut. She hated the beach. For one, she couldn't swim, and was terrified of the ocean. She was also very pale with bright red hair and green eyes, if she spent more than five minutes in the sun she would burn up, and she didn't like sand. Not to mention the cost of upkeep. When were they supposed to find time to visit the beach anyway? Tony was always working overtime, still paying off all the other impractical investments – the half finished koi pond, the allotment he never visited, and the French bulldogs that ended up being her sole responsibility. So, no, Eve never wanted the beach hut.

Tony insisted she would love it if she just gave it a chance, and they had arranged a trip to the beach that weekend, but then he got called into work last minute and Eve ended up going by herself. At least the beach seemed quiet – Eve didn't like crowds either. An elderly couple sat side by side in matching deckchairs in total silence staring out towards the ocean; they seemed at peace and Eve wondered if her and Tony would ever reach that point in their life. A couple of girls sunbathing and giggling together, and a man was slowly making his way across beach the beach with a Jack Russell Terrier. Eve could see a few heads bobbing about in the water, but apart from that the beach was quiet.

It was a warm day but slightly cloudy, and a cooling breeze drifted from the sea. Eve found a shady spot under a parasol to place her towel, where she stretched herself out and pulled out her copy of Ulysses. She wasn't sure how long she spent trying to relax, her mind drifting between her book and her own thoughts, mostly about her and Tony and how their life together had ended up the way it had, when a shadow caught her eye. Glancing up, Eve noticed a young man sauntering pass. He was dripping wet, and about average height with a muscular chest and a six-pack.

He caught her eye he passed and smiled. Guiltily, Eve turned back to her book, her face turning a deep shade of red. Not that she had been doing anything wrong, just taking in her surroundings, but she still felt as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn't have been. Eve concentrated on her book, but the words barely made sense and she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

Risking another look, Eve could see the young man sitting on a towel not far from her. He was facing direction, but quickly turned away as she looked up. Eve took the chance to properly look at him – his bronzed body glistened in the sunlight, and his sandy hair darkened by the water was slicked back away from his chiselled face. He really was beautiful. Shaking the thought from her mind, Eve turned back to her book rereading parts she had already skimmed.

Despite her best efforts to stay focused, Eve noticed the young man still glancing her way every now and then. If she had been younger, and if she hadn't been scowling and blushing like a deranged woman, she might've been flattered, but in all likelihood he was probably wondering who had dragged that sea-hag up on shore? She tried to ignore him, but she found her attention kept drifting back to him.

“Can I help you?” She ended up asking, slamming her book down on the sand with a bit more force than intended.

“Sorry, was I staring?”

“You kinda were.”

“Sorry, it's just that you're so beautiful.”

Eve frowned, she hadn't expected that. “How old are you?” she couldn't help asking.

“Twenty-two. What about you?”

“A lot older.” She didn't want to lie, but she didn't want to tell him she was in her forties.

“Well you don't look it,” he smiled. “Are you married? Boyfriend?” Eve remembered she had removed her wedding ring, afraid of losing it in the sand.

“It's complicated.” She didn't know why she said that, but she was surprised to realise she didn't feel guilty about it.

“Well if he doesn't appreciate you, he's an idiot.” Unsure how to respond Eve turned an even deeper shade of red. “I'm Brendan by the way.”

“Eve.” An awkward silence settled between the two of them as the conversation faltered.

Eve picked up her book again, opening it at a random page. At this point it didn't really matter where she started reading from, none of it made sense. Her mind was preoccupied by Brendan – his tanned, youthful body, the sincere look in his stony grey eyes when called her beautiful. She wondered how it would feel to have his strong arms wrapped around her and how his lips would taste pressed against hers. Just how experienced was he?

She needed to distance herself from him, but she didn't feel like going back into her cramped little hut, and she wasn't desperate enough to face the ocean. Rummaging through her tote bag, Eve desperately searched for anything to distract herself from him. She pulled out her water bottle and took a sip of the lukewarm water, which she then replaced and took out her sun cream.

But as she squirted a generous dollop into her hand, she realised her mistake. She knew Brendan's type, arrogant and self-assured, no doubt he would think she was putting on a show just for him. Hunching her shoulders to make herself as small and discrete as possible, while avoiding any eye contact, she rubbed the cream into her face, neck, arms and along the top of her chest. Although she didn't dare turn around she was aware of Brendan watching her. Let him, she decided – it wasn't her problem.

Eve then moved her hair over her shoulder, revealing her exposed back. She was wearing the ridiculous one-piece Tony had bought her; it was plain black and although quite conservative at the front, the back went down into a long V stopping just above her butt. It wasn't the sort of thing she would have picked out for herself, but she knew exactly why Tony chose it – it accentuated her perfectly round, toned butt. Squirting another dollop into her hands she reached round towards back.

“Do you want some help?”

Eve's hand hovered mid-air, the lotion oozing between her fingers and dripping down her slender wrist. She turned to see Brendan sat poised, his eyes fixed firmly on her. She knew she should be offended, but then he smiled that lopsided grin and Eve found herself nodding her head as if in a trance.

He knelt down on the sand beside her, his face inches from hers. Eve could feel the heat of his still slightly damp body against her flushed skin. He smelt of the sea and the sand. Taking Eve's hand in both of his he scooped the lotion from her palm.

“Turn around,” he told her, holding her gaze. Eve did as she was told slipping her hand out of his.

The sun had slipped behind the clouds, and the man with the dog had gone, as had the girls; the elderly couple sat some distance away still facing out to sea. It was almost as if they were alone. She felt Brendan's hands round the back of her neck, they felt pleasingly warm as he rubbed the cooling lotion into her her skin. Biting back a gasp Eve braced herself, her fingernails digging into her towel. How could something so cheap and sleazy feel so good? She closed her eyes and blocked out the voice in her head telling her it was wrong, savouring the feeling of Brendan's surprisingly deft fingers massaging her neck. He didn't say anything, but she could feel his warm shallow breath against her nape.

Slowly, teasingly, his hands made their way down her body, rubbing and caressing every inch of her exposed back making sure no inch of it was left untouched. Despite herself, Eve exhaled letting out a small sigh. She wondered if Brendan could feel how fast her heart was racing.

“Is this okay?” Brendan asked, his voice low and husky. Eve nodded, not daring to speak.

His hands slid further down to the small of her back, resting just above her butt. His fingers slipped in and out beneath the thin material of her swimsuit as he rubbed the cream into her smooth skin. Eve couldn't help it as her breath began to quicken and her head rolled back – his hands felt so good against her body and every time his fingers brushed against the top of her butt it sent shivers of anticipation along her back.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Keep going,” Eve replied. There was no point in playing coy any more. She wanted him more than she had wanted anything in a long time.

Brendan slid his hands round to her flat stomach beneath her swimsuit, his body pushing up against her from behind. She could feel the heat radiating from him as his cock twitched and throbbed against her. “You are so unbelievably sexy,” Brendan whispered in her ear as he began kissing along the length of her neck, instinctively finding the spots that made her gasp for more.

His arms wrapped around her waist, Brendan lowered himself down so that he was sat on the towel with his legs either side of her, squeezing her between his thick, powerful thighs. Kissing and gently grazing her neck with his teeth, Brendan began tracing his fingers along her slit. She was so desperately wet for him.

“I'm going to make you cum,” Brendan hissed in her ear, rubbing his thumb across her sensitive clit. He sounded so cocky and sure of himself that Eve believed it.

“Yes, please,” she pleaded, although she could not remember ever having had begged for sex before, he was driving her wild.

Eve moaned as he slid a finger into her now sopping wet pussy, and leaning back she melted into him. His fingers were long and lean, and he knew exactly what he was doing with them as he rubbed against each groove and fold, his thumb still working her needy clit. She knew she needed to be quiet, what they were doing was wrong on oh so many levels, but the thought only seemed to turn her on even more, and her breath began to quicken, small gasps escaping her.

“Quietly,” Brendan murmured into the crook of her neck, still working finger relentlessly inside her.

Eve opened her eyes and looked up. The beach was still deserted apart from the elderly couple their backs still turned to them. But Brendan was right. Reaching up, she hooked her arm around his neck and pulled him closer, his fully erect cock now firmly pressed against the small of her back. As she ran her fingers through his still damp hair, she leaned in and kissed him, muffling her cries against his open mouth. His lips were chapped and tasted of salt, but Eve didn't mind as his tongue swirled inside her mouth. She needed as much as him as possible.

Sliding another finger inside, Brendan's other hand wandered up her warm, soft body to her breasts. Restricted by the fabric of her swimsuit, he managed slip his hand up and pinch down on her nipple. Eve moaned, writhing against him, as a feeling of pure ecstasy shot through her body. Still kissing her, Brendan squeezed down on her hardened nipple, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of her soaking cunt, while his thumb teased at her clit.

It was all too much. Eve's toes curled into the sand, while her fingers dug into his skin – at the back of his neck and into thighs. Gasping for air as if she was drowning, Eve arched her back and shuddered against Brendan as her orgasm ripped through her body.

“Good girl,” Brendan murmured slowly withdrawing his hands.

Eve sunk against him. She could feel his heart beating rapidly inside his chest, and his cock angrily throbbing against her through his shorts. He wasn't done yet. He wanted her, needed her, just as desperately, but she had never came like that before, and she felt weak as if her legs had turned to water.

“Did you husband ever make you scream like that?” Brendan asked his arms and legs still wrapped possessively round her slumped body. Eve turned to face him. He suddenly looked apologetic as if he had gone too far. “Sorry, I shouldn't have said that,” he muttered.

Eve didn't answer as she kissed him. She didn't know what it was but she couldn't get enough of the taste of him. “Come with me,” she rasped.

Brendan didn't ask any questions, as she took him by the hand and lead him away, leaving their belongings half scattered on the sand.

It was a small and cramped inside the hut, with a wooden bench along one side and a cabinet built into the wall at the back. As soon as the door was closed, Brendan was on her pushing her up against the wooden cabinet. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her with such power and ferocity as if he meant to devour her whole. Still weak at the knees, Eve succumbed herself to him, and wrapping her arms round his neck kissed him back with just as much urgency.

Brendan's fingers clawed at the straps of her swimsuit, and in one swift motion he had it discarded on the floor. He then grabbed her tits in both hands and began kissing her swollen nipples, pushing her further against the cabinets. She braced herself, knocking something small and round off the counter, it clinked as it landed on the wooden floorboards and rolled away. Eve knew she couldn't home without her wedding ring, but she couldn't worry about that now as Brendan had hold of her butt lifting her up onto the worktop.

Wrapping her long, slender legs round him, Eve reached down inside Brendan's shorts, her hand clasping round his rock hard cock. She let out a gasp as her fingers struggled to reach all the way round. Brendan moaned as she ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft. Now that he was standing in front of her, she was able to get a good look at him. He truly was beautiful – young and fresh, yet so masculine, every inch of him chiselled and toned – and he wanted her. She could practically smell the desire coming from him, sending her into a frenzy.

She pulled down his shorts setting his cock, already dripping with precum, free. It was was just as long as Tony's but thicker. Eve licked her lips in anticipation. “I don't have a condom,” Brendan moaned as she continued pumping her hand along his fat, girthy cock.

“It's okay, I can't get pre–” Before Eve could finish her sentence or further elaborate, he had the swollen head of his cock pressed up against her wet cunt.

Digging his fingers into her hipbones, Brendan parted her flaps pushing himself inside. She gasped as he stretched her out, Eve felt so tight wrapped around his massive cock that she wondered how she could possibly take him all in. But slowly he pushed himself all the way in till their bodies were pressed right up against each other. Brendan ran his finger through her fiery hair, covering her with kisses, as if he could never get enough of her. Eve clung tightly to him, savouring the feel of his chest beating against her, the feel of his sweaty body pressed against hers, and the sensation of his cock perfectly still pulsing inside her warm, wet cunt.

Then Brendan began to thrust, pumping his large dick inside her. Eve moaned, biting down on his shoulder. Every thrust seemed to awaken a new sensation in her, unlocking parts of her that she never knew existed. She began grinding her hips up against him, desperate for him to fill her completely.

“Brendan,” she gasped. “Fuck!” Eve knew she was being loud, her screams filling the hut. Even though the walls shook from the force as he pounded inside her, their bodies slapping against one another, Eve felt safe inside the rickety hut. She smacked her hand up against the low ceiling for support as Brendan picked up the pace, slamming her against the back wall.

“I'm going to cum inside your tight little pussy,” Brendan growled in her ear.

Eve tried to respond but she was on the verge of orgasm herself, her breath catching in the back of her throat so that she almost choked. Throwing her head back, her legs tightening around him, Eve screamed as she came for the second time that day. Unable to hold out any longer as her tight pussy contracted round his cock. Brendan seemed to roar as he emptied inside her. There was so much cum that Eve could feel it spilling out and trickling down the inside of her thighs.

Brendan buried his head between her breasts, while his cock twitched deep inside her. Eve held him close tracing her finger along his back. She knew that once they left the beach hut she would have to face the reality of what they had just done, but for for the meantime she decided she would enjoy the moment.