David needed to finish writing his novel. It was autumn, and the small beach community on the edge of North Devon was abandoned for the season. Perfect, David thought. He could finally knock out the last few chapters and then head back to the big city grind. The book was due to his London publisher the day before Christmas. The trouble was, David hadn’t written a word since before Halloween.

The days were getting shorter, and the weather was turning crisper. David hadn’t packed cold weather clothes mainly because he didn’t think he’d be wasting so many days at his friend’s summer cottage.

His nearly impossible goal of finishing the book in a week turned into the more realistic goal of finishing the story by the end of November. He promised himself he wouldn’t waste anymore time. He needed to get the creative juices flowing. He decided if he wasn’t writing, then he’d take a walk on the beach. He figured a nice brisk walk in the sand might clear his head.

It was on his very first walk when he noticed her. She couldn’t have been more than twenty-five years old. Soft, blond hair poured from her stocking cap, and her cheeks glossed rosy red. Her hands were stuffed in her winter vest, and her arms were wrapped warmly in a cashmere sweater. He met her silver blue eyes briefly as they approached one another. She smiled sweetly and briefly, and he could sense her curiosity at the fact that he was only wearing a tee shirt in such chilly conditions. He caught himself slightly flexing his solid biceps as her eyes crawled down his body. Not a word was spoken, but David promised himself he’d take another walk the next day at exactly the same time.

After a surprisingly great night of writing, David threw on the one sweater he packed and headed to the beach. As soon as he breached the dune, he saw her standing by the ocean. The weather was notably warmer than the day before, and she was wearing tight fitting jean shorts and a hooded sweatshirt zipped over her large chest. He approached from behind and said hello. She turned and smiled sweetly. She introduced herself. Her name was Autumn. Of course, David thought. So fitting. She explained how warm the water was this time of year. David suggested, only kidding, that maybe they should take a dip. Her gaze was longing, and she unzipped her sweatshirt, revealing her large, bare breasts. Her nipples hardened in the breeze, and a chill went up her spine. David pulled off his sweater. His chest was broad and chiselled. Autumn ran her hands over his firm pecks and abs, and then unbuttoned his jeans.

Before they knew it they were swimming in the nude. The ocean temperature felt warmer than ever before. Their bodies fell into each other, their lips connected, their tongues touched softly. Autumn eagerly straddled David, and his rock hard erection slipped easily into her hot pussy. David thrust deeper and deeper, and Autumn moaned with passion with every thrust. They made love for what seemed an eternity, and Autumn screamed in ecstasy as low waves crashed into their pulsating bodies. They waded back into shore and tumbled onto the ground, warm sand clinging to their wet bodies. Exhausted, they both fell asleep, naked under the sun.

David and Autumn woke as the sun was setting, both bodies completely bare on this deserted beach. Autumn kissed David, then worked her way down his muscular chest to his abs. David fell back into the sand as Autumn engulfed his cock in her mouth. She stroked him, then pushed his cock back into her throat. David exploded in her mouth to Autumn’s delight. A sly grin, and Autumn was back on top of David, straddling him, easing his erection back into her wet, awaiting pussy. She rode him until they climaxed simultaneously, each coming with a rapturous howl.

Dusk nearly turned to dark before either of them re-dressed. David wondered if he’d ever see Autumn again. He invited her back to the house for a glass of wine, but Autumn simply zipped her sweatshirt, flashed that sweet smile, and turned down the beach.

David finished his novel a week early.