A misty fog blew in off the ocean as Carla walked along a dirt path overlooking Hidden Cove Beach, her long golden hair dancing and swirling in the sea wind.

Carla savored the cool wind on her face and on her long bare arms and legs. These walks were so therapeutic for her, helping to clear her head after another stressful week on the job.

She was a vice-president of First West Bank in charge of commercial loans, a job that had become extremely stressful and demanding now that the local economy was in a tail spin and more and more of her customers were defaulting on their loans. The growing default rate upset the Banks top echelon, and she was subject to meeting after meeting in which hostile managers angrily grilled her about her loan policies and default rates. She often went home in tears.

The dirt path curved sharply to the left following the edge of the bluff. As she followed it, now walking directly into the cool wind, the fog thinned and she could see patches of yellow beach below.

Suddenly she heard voices on the beach, and then a piercing female voice shouting "Oh baby yes!!!! Oooohhhhh, do me baby, do me!"

Startled, Carla glanced down at the beach and saw a young, slender, red headed, teenage boy heatedly fucking a much older and larger woman. The boy's white ass was a blur of up and down motion between the woman's plush thighs.

Carla was spellbound by the exoticness of the coupling on the beach: the boy was in his late teens, about 5' 8" with wavy red hair and smooth, hairless, oatmeal white skin . His generously proportioned partner was a 6'3" tall, full-bodied, middle aged woman - probably in her mid-50's - slightly tanned, with long auburn hair