Billy could never have imagined the thrill that the magnificent sight before her would bring. She felt her pulse quicken, and the temperature of her body rise dangerously. Her breath came in short gasps, and her chest began to rise and fall more rapidly. Moisture started to seep into her underwear.For a moment, she thought she was hallucinating from the day's heat or experiencing an incredibly vivid dream.

Everything, however, screamed that the sight before her was anything but a dream or an illusion.The sea pulsed rhythmically against the rocks, and the breeze sent shivers across her wet body. The sun was almost setting, casting sharp shadows behind the rocks in the secluded area beyond the jetty.

Between the rocks and the shadows, a young man was kneeling with his swim trunks pulled down to his thighs, stroking his penis.He didn't seem much younger than her. He was tall and well-built, and even though she couldn't see his face clearly,she could guess that he wasn't unattractive.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes closed, and as he stroked his throbbing masculinity, the muscles in his arms and hips tensed, highlighting the strength of his well-trained body.

Billy stopped breathing for a moment, captivated by the beautiful sight before her. When she broke free from the spell of the image, she took her time to observe the details of his body.

Tall and with a sculpted physique, his sun-kissed skin had taken on a deep bronze tone that stood in stark contrast to the pale white of his thighs. Seeing the untouched parts of his body, shielded from the sun, filled her with a sense of satisfaction, as if she alone had access to a hidden treasure.

His skin looked smooth and soft, still glistening from the seawater. Billy thought he must have arrived just moments before her, perhaps five minutes earlier. His hair was dark and untamed, showing signs of wear from the summer sun, with subtle highlights peeking through here and there. It was shoulder-length, and a few strands had escaped the band that held it back.