Stepping outside the Del, the hotel Del Coronado, into the balmy Sothern California darkness the scent of jasmine enveloped me, sweet and sensual. I stood savouring it for a few minutes, eyes cast up to a clear sky sparkling with stars. Turning to find the source of the scent I saw the bushes bearing Jasmine's white florets, stepped through a gap between them onto a small neat lawn beyond intending satiate my senses with the aroma and found myself staring wide-eyed at one of the most beautiful female derrieres I ever saw. At any age one could think only think of sex whilst your senses were stroked by scents and silky air such as this night and so it was that for a moment I thought myself dreaming.

Treading gently I'd made no sound, and then hearing the sound of water, realized the young lady was urinating. Now, sparkling in stray beams of light, I saw the flow! I heard her sigh. Sensual pleasures of empting the bladder.

Dear Lord, in my old pego I felt stirrings rarely felt at my age.

As she rose her gorgeous cheeks brushed against the branches and she squeaked. A sharp point had caught her. She paused. I had a suspicion she had enjoyed the pricking sensation. I could almost see her thoughts.

Turning her round firm young cheeks to the bush she pressed in. Searching, pushing further and further in.

"Ah! Ohww...Ah." Sounds of muted ecstasy. Exploring feelings of pain in her behind this girl was enjoying herself. Young she was. I could not believe my eyes, nor my luck. Eighteen or nineteen, surely. Still she had not seen me. What if in seeing me she felt angry at being spied upon and retaliated by crying for the police?

For a fleeting moment her head seemed to turn a few degrees in my direction and I thought she'd seen me. But no, presumably not. For she knealt on the grass, pushed her cheeks into the thorns, took her weight on one hand and with the other penetrated her vagina and began thrusting and rubbing.

My mouth had become dry. I realized it was partly open. Foolishly I'd inadvertently become a voyeur in my old age. Yet dry though my mouth was, that member too long dry was wet. I could scarcely believe the sensation as it pressed hard against my trousers. Sliding my hand down the front, I checked. Indeed, it was true. I was hard.

As the young girl continued to rub herself and rotate her backside into the thorns I rubbed myself. Her sighs and groans became louder, though still muted. Some other passerby would surely hear. This was madness. Mature European visitors of rank didn't let themselves be caught in such dangerous situations in America. Coming to my senses I forced myself withdraw my hand from the miracle of my hardness and turned to step back out through the gap in the bushes.

"Please don't go!" A urgent, sweet-voiced cry from the girl. Unbelievable. I turned. Her head was turned, looking at me. A round dainty-featured face speaking of innocent energy and love of life. Eyes dark sparkling pools flashing excitement and desire to me. Such beauty.

She stood, naked, arms out from her side, the very gaucheness exquisite. "I saw you" she said, inscrutably, her accent very strong. I recognised it as South American but though I speak Spanish, in addition to German, French, Russian, and a few other languages for, of course, no-one speaks my native language of Dutch except the Dutch, still my familiarity with the variations beyond Spain wasn't sufficient to pin it down.

"Veiste a mi por donde?" I asked her; and she replied in Spanish she had seen me step from the hotel and stand admiring the beauty of the evening.

"I work at the hotel. I clean." She lowered her head slightly. Was it in shame? I stepped forward. "You won't tell the manager I what I did, please?"

I chuckled slightly at the thought, exact echo as it was of my own anxieties and finding, courage out of the emotions this courteous exhibitionistic young beauty evoked in me, stepped forward and placed my hands on her shoulders lightly intending merely to reassure her. She looked up at me directly. Such eyes. Such depths. I fell into them that moment and was lost, lost. I who had long thought such things past for me lowered my head to kiss her and was startled by the hot liquid lips. Her tongue lightly flicked mine, glanced off my cheek. An involuntary cry leapt from me, frightening the girl so she drew back. Sudden erotic stimulation had shot through my nerves, my nipples tingled, my old rod hardened again. Too long unused to such strong sensations they had startled, even frightened me.

The girl covered her face. "Oh, I'm sorry."

She must think she had been too forward or that I, staid old man as I looked, would disapprove.

Disapprove! Dear Lord, thank you, I cried inside, thank you for letting me feel such emotions again, even if for a short time.

"What is your name, my dear girl?"

"Yolanda." "You are Mexican?"

"Yes, from the south. I must go, I am sorry. I am stupid, mad...."

"Stupid, no. Mad, no. Or beautifully, wondrously mad. Don't be sorry for anything. It is I, I looked into those eyes and your pretty face, and I could not help myself. Kiss me, Yolanda, kiss me like that just once more."

She put her lips to mine and kissed with expertise way, way beyond anything I knew in my decades of experience with different women many cultures and cities. The way she took my tongue, making love to it as if it were another part of my body, I could not but think of anything but her mouth on my miraculously rigid staff, though it were too much to expect she would wish to do that.

Again I started slightly with surprise, this time as her hand brushed lightly against my cock through the trousers. Pulling her close against me again I kissed her, and in moments her hands had found my belt, unbuckled it, unzipped my trousers, pulled them down, underpants too, and then bending at the waist she took me into her mouth while I, grappling her shoulders, tried to prevent her. Tried perhaps not very hard. This must be a dream. Certainly it was a dream come true.

All the way in, right to the root, Yolanda took it. A groan slipped from me, and hearing it I realized what madness this was. Behind a bush mere yards from the hotel's entrance, trousers about my knees and at that moment something in the mechanism clicked across, connection made, my orgasm started and I spurted into her mouth, knees jerking, almost collapsing over her, moaning as if mortally wounded.

It was stupendous. I at last saw the meaning of an expression the young American surfers used. Onreal, man. If ever anything in my life was unreal, this was it.

We stood on the sidewalk looking at each other. "You mean to say you found me sexy - or rather, when you looked at me, you felt sexy?"

"Yes" she said. "Is that wicked?" She looked doubtful.

"Probably." I laughed. "It's certainly a lot of fun. May I take you to dinner, Yolanda?"

She looked so surprised. As if she'd really expected nothing though she was so pretty and delightful she could have a thousand men take her to dinner.

We drove to Pacific Beach. In the parking lot she said suddenly "Shall I remove my panties?"

I nodded. Couldn't have thought of a better idea myself. Watched as she reached under her very short flared skirt, slipped them down. Her shoe caught in the fabric and kneeling I helped her out of the garment. It took but two seconds, if anyone noticed, no-one gave any sign. Lifting her leg I pressed my lips to her pussy - in a public parking lot! The wild excitement of pubic sex was taking me in its madness. Along Garnet we walked, I allowing her go in front a few yards just to see, wishing there were stairs or an escalator for her to go ahead. Reading my thoughts she slowed and turned to me: "If I could go up an escalator the boys behind would drool to see me." The thought appealing to her greatly, she sped up a few paces then raised her skirt, flashing both cheeks. From behind I heard a guffaw, a youth whistled, and I caught up with her hurriedly.

She seemed easy to please. The hostess showed us to a table near the bar, but Yolanda had no objection, sat down, swung to face me, facing directly out into the body of the restaurant, back toward the entrance, and opened her legs several inches. I couldn't resist. Ducked my head to look. I'd heard of this kind of thing, couples aroused by public display. I envied women the ease of a brief flash. Seeing me getting high she became higher, wriggling her skirt up, up her thighs, up till I could see her pubic hair even while seated upright.

"Yolanda, please!" I looked around. The big fellow on the door knew what she was up to, I was certain from the disinterested manner he was pretending not to be looking directly at her.

A waitress arrived, Yolanda shut her legs. Had it been a waiter, she'd probably have opened wider.

By end of the meal I was exhausted, and hard. I stood up, she caught sight of the bulge, stole a squeeze. I was past caring that girls at the nearby table looked, giggled, wondered at this horny old guy.

On the way back to the car she flashed each time I dropped behind to admire. Gorgeous sweet round cheeks. Back in the car: "I better take you home."

She lived five miles away. I took Interstate I5. We'd scarcely gone a few minutes when she said "I want to take it." What she meant I'd not the faintest till she leaned across me and dived for my zipper and started to fight it down in the cramped confines.

"Yolanda! For godsake, we're going 80mph" I cried, fighting the car around a series of tight bends, other cars close either side, trying the while to push her away from my fly.

I was unsuccessful and she dragged out my cock and got it in her mouth, head buried in my lap tight between steeringwheel and belly as I concentrated on more curves on this unfamiliar highway. I pictured myself being pried from the wreckage by fire crews, a loud coarse voice broadcasting for all Hey, sergeant, the guy's cock is hanging out, one guess what they were up to when they hit.

"I don't want to, Yolanda" I protested but my cock had other ideas. She deep-throated it, taking it right in so I felt her lips on my belly at the very base of my member. The damn thing must have been hard, yet I couldn't actually feel it. All I felt was high, aware of my rising orgasm while part of my mind was hoping my body could still drive as we sped along the highway somewhere between 70-80mph, lights of other cars all around, juggling for position on the busy roads, changing lanes before me, more curves, everything speeding past me like a warpspeed jump into hyperspace. This was hyperspace. Lights joining at infinity, my legs straightening as her hot mouth going up and down in my lap vigorously, hand at the base of my penis rubbing.....I was passing all the cars....must be accelerating involuntarily.....more wild curves in the freeway....."Ah, ah ah ah-oh, Yolanda, stop, stop!"

I forced myself concentrate on driving. Slowed below 70mpg. This was no time to be pulled over by a cock...a cop.....a cock-cop....I was becoming lightheaded....She was stroking it gently, lovingly, now crooning in Spanish over it. If only there were someplace to pull over. A wave of lights gained rapidly upon us, all the cars I had sped past in my near-climax delirium.

An exit. Last exit to orgasm. From the fast lane I swerved madly across all lanes just ahead of that wave of lights, trucks and cars, just made the exit, still going too fast. Yolanda's head banged against the wheel and she complained. Tires screaming around the steep curve of the exit ramp I just hoped she'd not accidentally prevent me turning the wheel when I needed most.

Right, ah, another right hard by. Pulled to a halt in a residential street.

"Where are we?" Yolanda looked up. I could feel my cock right enough now. Hard, throbbing, filling my senses, I felt like my entire body was cock.

Hurriedly reclining the driver seat. Pulling my trousers and pants down to my knees: "Suck me off, Yolanda, please. It's madness, I love it."

Before my words were finished she'd dived onto my cock, taking it all within her mouth and throat again. Never came across anyone who took cock into their mouth with such enthusiasm.

I was close to coming. Through half-closed eyes saw a woman walking his dog approaching the car, just closed my eyes and let it come. Felt it well up from the belly, into the base of my cock, spurt, drawn by Yolanda's strong sucking, into her mouth. Gasping, crying out with release, I came as the woman went by. The dog barked. I lost awareness of exterior events for a while as the orgasm brewing for several hours of stimulation and when I opened my eyes the street was empty.