Alan was a quiet, shy boy; more comfortable hanging back rather than pushing himself forward. And yet he had nothing to be shy about. He was consistently in the top third of his class at school and was also a valued player on the Under 12's football team. His body, while still that of a child, was firm and muscular, his features attractive without being feminine. Looking back into the chalet Alan realised that everyone seemed set to sleep for hours, so he stepped down onto the beach, stretched for a while, and began jogging along the sand.

The beach was empty, so Alan wasn't too worried about being naked; frolicking in the sea the day before had taken the edge off of his nervousness. He jogged along the damp sand for about 10 minutes, working up a slight sheen of sweat. Up ahead the young boy could see a woman on the beach going through her stretching exercises. As he drew closer Alan could see that the woman was gorgeous. She was tall and slender, her belly slightly rounded; but what drew Alan's eyes were her breasts. They were large and full, rolling from side to side as the woman stretched. Alan could feel his prick hardening so he edged closer towards the water so he could pass the woman from as far away as possible.

Angela Waterson watched as the young boy neared her. She licked her lips when she saw the immature muscles moving beneath his skin. Angela had always been a highly sexed individual but two years ago, when she had fallen pregnant, her sex drive had gone ballistic. Now, a year after giving birth to a beautiful baby girl, her hormones were still in overdrive. She waited for the young boy to jog past and then set off after him. She could have easily caught up with Alan in the first hundred yards but was enjoying watching his bum work up and down; finally, wanting more than just a view of his bum, Angela picked up speed and pulled alongside Alan.

Alan heard footsteps behind him and the woman he'd passed some way back appeared close to his right arm. He looked across and gasped, her big tits were bouncing up and down as she jogged, gripping his gaze in the tractor beam of their oscillations
"Hello. My name's Angela."
Alan managed to drag his eyes up to Angela's face and blurted "'lo I'm Alan."
"Pleased to meet you."
For the next hundred yards they ran in silence.
"I haven't seen you here before. This your first time?"
"Yeah. We're staying with a friend of Mum's."

As the athletic woman jogged along the shoreline she managed to get Alan to tell her all about himself, his family and the family he was staying with. Alan was discrete but Angela was too experienced for him. Reading between the lines and taking note of the various looks Alan was giving her, she guessed that the handsome boy was not a virgin. Seeing his eyes were glued to her breasts she looked down at his crotch. Alan's youthful prick was hard upright, bouncing up and down in time with his steps. She continued to stare until at last, the 11 year old realised where she was looking. Glancing down at himself Alan realised that he had a full throbbing hard-on. He stumbled to a halt and stood with his hands on his hips, breathing deeply.....(cont)