I was young, and hadn't been a virgin for a while.
I fancied myself an experienced woman. I had been intimate to some degree with about 16 or 17 boys now, first, hand jobs, then oral sex, and finally, intercourse. I had learned a lot about boys, and more importantly, about myself. I had learned that I was easily sexually aroused, and that I could orgasm frequently. I was puzzled by my girlfriends and classmates who said they never or almost never came, or didn't even really like sex that much. I had learned not to argue, not even to discuss it, that my reputation would be destroyed SO quickly if anyone at school found that I actually LIKED sex, and was having sex frequently with boys from, ***** Catholic School, and even with boys from the public schools... and was trying new things...
Still, every new encounter, every new partner was an incredible, sexual, exciting thrill.
I was a little nervous when HE invited me to the beach that summer day. I had admired him for a while, he was tall, and strong, and I felt a little quiver, a little moistness, each time he looked my way.
When he finally picked me up early that morning, I was wearing a long t-shirt as a cover-up, with shorts, and underneath was my sexiest swimsuit, the Brazilian one I thought my Mama didn't know about.
The tiny triangles didn't cover much, leaving most of my small breasts exposed, and when wet the outline of my nipples could easily be seen. The bottom was not much more than a tiny thong, covering little of my rear. I had spent an hour last night carefully trimming myself so hair would peek out "down there".
We stopped at a roadside park so he could put the top down on his car. I took this opportunity to take off my t-shirt to "get some sun". I knew what I would be telling him by doing this. I desperately hoped he liked what he saw of my body. I was sensitive about my height and my small breasts.
In my mind I could feel his roaming eyes over every inch of my body. This thrilled me, I was actually getting wet, and was nervous he could tell.
When we stopped for gas, I went in to get us some cokes without putting on my t-shirt, wearingonly my shorts and the tiny top. I felt even more excitement from the stares of all the men looking over my body. I wondered if any of them fantasized about me.
When I got into the car, he leaned over to take his coke, and kissed me lightly, briefly, on the lips, and I almost moaned out loud, so strong was my passion by then.
We arrived at the beach, and drove along until we found a quiet spot, with few people, and parked.
I stepped out of my shorts, and heard his quick intake of breath when he saw my bikini bottoms for the first time.
I pretended not to notice the growing bulge in his suit as he stared at me, and instead pretended to busy myself with carrying our things to the dunes.
While he set up our shade and blanket, I slowly, erotically, apllied sunblock over myself, giving extra attention to my breasts, and bottom. I could feel his eyes on me as I reached into my top to rub the sun-warm creamy sunblock on my breasts. I tied not to react as my palms touched my tight nipples. I then used both hands to cover my exposed bottom, spreading the sunblock over the untanned areas. I knew his eyes were locked to the white tan lines so exposed there.
We sat and giggled and made silly small talk, both of us pretending to ignore the growing sexual tension. Evertime I looked at him, his eyes were fixed on my body, usually my nipples.
He suggested a swim, and I agreed, and we ran out into the water, hand in hand, my heart hammering in my chest, and dove into the breakers.
As we splashed and played, he let his hands "accidentally" brush my breasts and rear a few times, and I tried not to stare at the massive bulge in your suit.
I swam under the water to him, and when I broke the surface I found myself in his arms. He held me close kissing me lightly on the lips. Trembling, I pushed my tongue into his mouth, feeling his hands cup my rear, kneading it. I let my legs float around him, and then suddenly my legs were locked around his middle, and I could feel his hardness pressing against me. So nervous, I was afraid to speak, fearing he would hear the quaver in my voice,
I let my hands wander over his chest and stomach as we kissed. I loved the way his stomach muscles tightened when I let my fingers trail over them. He broke the kiss after a few moments, and looked at me, into my eyes.
Without a word I reached up and untied my top wrapping it around my wrist. He tentatively touched my nipple, lightly brushing it with his finger tips. The waves lifted us, then dropped us, I felt dizzy... I moaned softly, and used my legs to pull him closer to me. I put my hand between us, finding the top of his suit, and slipped my hand inside. His body tightened as I took his cock in my hand and began to stroke upwards on it.
He bent forward and sucked hard on my nipple, I stroked his cock faster, harder. Suddenly he pulled his mouth away.
"Stop" he pleaded, "I am going to cum right now if you don't stop.
I looked at him teasingly..."so?" I said.
I kept stoking him, slower, every now and then rubbing my thumb over the opening at the tip, to feel him tremble.
"I'm not ready yet" he said, and kissed me hard, pulling my hand from inside his suit.
I leaned back and floated, my legs wrapped around him, my breasts bobbing, and let him run his hands over me, playing with my breasts, kissing and licking my nipples, massaging my rear.
After a little while, I unwrapped my legs from around him, and staring into his eyes, slid my bottoms off, wrapping them around my other wrist so they wouldn't float away.
He took me in his arms and I felt his hands cup my pussy, and I cried out as his fingers roughly entered me, first one then two. I buried my head in his chest as he stroked in and out of me.
Gasping for breath, nearing climax, I realized he was walking, carrying me out of the surf, up the beach, back to our blanket and shade. I had a moment of panic, "what if the others saw us?", then his thumb touched my clit, and I quit thinking rational thoughts.
He placed me on my back in the middle of the blanket. I moaned as he pulled his hand from me, to fumbled with the pile of his clothes. I saw him tearing open a condom wrapper. My hands shook as I took it from him, and leaned down to kiss the tip of his cock before I rolled it on, cringing as he flinched. I had somehow caught his hairs in the codom but it was quickly ok, he kissed me, and touched me again, God I was wet! He replaced his hand with the tip of his hard cock, as he rubbed it along the lips of my pussy.
I gasped as he pressed it to my clit, a gasp that trailed off to another moan as he rubbed the tip along the length of my lips.
Then he thrust forward, and I cried out as he penatrated me, just the head. I bucked, my hips thrusting forward, as I tried to get more of him into me. He slowly worked himself in and out, penatrating deeper with each thrust. Dimly I heard giggles and laughter, and knew we were being watched, but I didn't care, and neither did he. Finally, when I thought he was in as deep as he could go, he raised my knees up, and went deeper. He began thrusting deeper, harder, faster, and I was crying and moaning, my hands buried in his hair, then wrapped around his back, as I soared, my pleasure spreading through my body. Suddenly he stopped and rolled over onto his back, lifted me easily, and I was astride him, riding his hard, wonderful cock, my legs spread over his hips, he was lifting me up, thrusting into me, as I ground myself into him. His hands were at my breasts, pulling at the nipples, and twisting them.
I looked up, my eyes were half closed, lids feeling heavy, my orgasm was near. I could see a couple watching us from the beach, she was kissing him while they stared at us.
I looked down at his face, twisted, eyes closed, and I rode him, pushing down to meet his thrusts, feeling the shiver through my body each time he stretched me, then he gave a great moan, and I felt him throb and knew he was coming, he grasped my breasts, and then I came, thinking of his hot cum pouring into my pussy.
I fell forward against him, sighing as he held me close, and wrapping his arms around me.
After a long while I sat up, looked around. My date was dozing, and I felt the need to stretch. I stood up, nude,and raised my arms over my head, and arched my back, I looked to where the other couple had been and immediately blushed. She was on her knees, sucking him, his head was thrown back, and his hands were entangled in her hair. They were to one side, in the dunes.I don't think anyone else could see them but me.
I lay back down next to my date, my face burning. and tried to relax.
I slept.