Banging Boardwalk Betty

urtles53 - 31/10/2025

In 1985 I was a thirty-four-year-old head lifeguard in Southern California. I had a sweet gig really. My life up till then was almost the direct plot from that old Sam Elliot movie ‘Lifeguard’ from the 70’s. I was quite content and having an adult job didn’t interest me. In fact, it had been the only job I had ever had, since becoming a Jr. Lifeguard in the 60’s. I could not even imagine a job where I couldn’t hear the waves crashing and be looking at beautiful, tanned girls in bikinis all day long. And having saved a few lives over the years made it morally rewarding too. I had banged my share of Beach Bettys through the years, but at thirty-four I had grown more cautious with regards to getting involved with too young a woman. I had bedded down an eighteen-year-old, smoking hot Hispanic Chica when I was thirty-three that came on strong and was just too irresistible to turn down. I lucked out on that one with no repercussions, but I didn’t want to push my luck and risk my ‘career’ at this stage of life. I had very few skills to fall back on. A crazy teenage girl’s crush on a lifeguard can cause all kinds of problems. I had seen it happen too many times. God did not supply enough blood to operate an erect penis and the brain at the same time. Ironically, the woman who owned one of the food concessions on the Boardwalk was named Betty too. All the lifeguards called her Boardwalk Betty. I had known her for twenty years or so, ever since I was a Jr. Lifeguard in the mid-60’s. She had built a very successful business, worked hard, and ran it basically by herself. Betty was fifty-three, but you would not have guessed it. She exercised and was in super good shape for any age. One amazing feature was her perfect breasts. These tits weren’t store bought! They were the real deal, and as firm and round as a much younger woman. Add to that a pair of well-toned legs and it was a very attractive package. She was on her second marriage to a much older man, and I got the impression it was not a union made in heaven. She had an air of sexual frustration about her somehow. When he was down at her shop they always seemed to be fighting. I had always flirted with Betty unmercifully forever to make her smile. I had spent hours talking with her through the years. I would also see Betty jogging everyday past my trailer near the beach. I almost had a ‘Rockford Files’ thing going on and it was pretty sweet. Betty lived in a real house up on the bluff and would run down to the beach on her jogging route. She would often stop and chat if I was outside. Betty looked good running in her short shorts and tank tops. I started to have fantasies of getting her into my place for some recreational sex! One afternoon I had just gotten back from surfing and was stowing my board away when Betty was jogging by. She stopped and I offered her a beer. She giggled she wasn’t much of a drinker, but that sounded pretty good about now. I went in and got us both one and we commenced to talking. We enthusiastically went from topic to topic with an ease that even surprised me. It continued to get more personal as she admitted she was in a loveless marriage with her older husband and missed the brief period she had been single between her two husbands. I had also been married twice by then and told her I also was much happier being single. Betty caught herself that she had told me a lot of very personal things and changed the subject. “Wow, you have a cute little place here!” she exclaimed, “Sometimes I wish I didn’t live in such a big house. Life would be simpler.” “Hey, let me show you the inside.” I said invitingly, “I actually keep a pretty clean house for a bachelor!” Betty bounced up the stairs to my little trailer, and my mind was racing with the possibilities. I felt a connection and that maybe she was looking for some loving attention. I felt something stirring in me too. Betty got a cook’s tour of my tiny place with the best view in the world, and then we plopped down on my ratty couch with a couple more beers. I hesitantly offered her a joint and was surprised when she said yes with “I haven’t smoked very much marijuana in my life but have always had fun doing it.” We talked on and on about life and the time flew. I could tell she was enjoying the stoned interaction, and so was I, though I kept thinking about what Betty would look like naked in my humble bed. “Wow, that time flew by!” Betty said, “I had better go. Hey, I want you to know I really enjoyed talking with you this afternoon. I don’t get much enjoyable conversation at home. If it isn’t about football or golf, Frank isn’t interested. Smoking that pot was pretty fun too! I will have to stop by more often! “Please do, it was my pleasure too!” I quipped, “It was nice to get to know you a little better after almost 20 years.” With that, Betty attempted to stand up, but the beer and the pot won, and she fell up against me for support. Her breasts hit my chest head on, and we both froze momentarily, but a moment was all that it took. I looked Betty directly in the eyes as I laid a kiss on her lips. She pushed back for a second, only to melt into my embrace as a very soft “No, we can’t” escaped her mouth. And that was the very last resistance. We both knew a bridge had been crossed. Our kisses slowed and deepened as she crushed her body against mine. I stepped back, looked into Betty’s eyes and took her hand and led her into my bedroom. “I don’t know.” Betty said nervously, “I’m all sweaty.” “And I am all salty from surfing.” I laughed. “It will just make it better.” I sealed her second thoughts with a kiss as I pushed Betty back on my bed. I had already just been in swim trunks this whole time, my standard summertime dress code around the house. Now it was time for Betty to shed some clothes. I had been wanting to suck on those tits for over 20 years now. I pulled Betty’s tank top up over her head and threw it on the floor as she shyly covered her breasts with her hands. I took her hands and raised them over her head as I laid her flat across my bed. Yes, betty’s tits were everything I had dreamed of, perfect in every way. Her resistance faded again as I kissed and sucked on them as she moaned and panted. She was getting really hot and sweaty now! I got up on my knees and pulled down my swim trunks as my cock sprung up with practically a ‘boing’! Betty stared at my throbbing erection with intensity. Knowing her drunken old husband, I am sure it is not something she had seen in a while. I pulled off Betty’s shorts and panties in one fell swoop. Her snatch was as beautiful as her breasts, a light covering of hair with slightly pouty vagina lips ready for some loving attention. I could sense she was super nervous, so I wasn’t going to try any fancy sexual moves the first time. I spread Betty’s legs and slide my cock right in. The fit was like heaven. Betty had never had kids and was still pretty tight. After a brief freeze up when she realized I had entered her she started to meet my thrusts until we created a passionate rhythm. The first orgasm came fast for her, and she shuttered and moaned. That inspired me to see how many more I could coax out of her, as the pump was primed and Betty was obviously in a very orgasmic state. I edged her to two more before I could not hold back any longer and pumped a big load of baby batter, filling her cunt until it ran out the sides. Betty nestled against my chest in post coitus bliss. I could tell the reality of the situation began to sink in when she softly started sobbing. “Are you OK?” I asked, “Tears of joy or sorrow?” “Maybe a little of both.” Betty replied, “That was truly magical and wonderful, but it can’t happen again.” But it did happen many times again, until Betty and her husband moved a couple of years later after he retired. Amazingly we were able to keep our affair a secret because we treasured out lovemaking so very much. There may be hotter stories out there, but no more with a more truly emotional sexual bond. Betty passed last week at the age of ninety-three, forty years later.