Where it happened: Beach
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
I had known Mark since we were very little. Our parents took us to the same holiday village near the sea each year, as they were friends. Usually we went for two weeks, and they came for our second and stayed on for another when we went home. For those overlapping weeks Mark and I played.
At first we paddled and swam, made sand castles and generally ran about being little kids on a beach. When I was twelve, and Mark thirteen, we found ourselves on our own a little more, and did not run away from each other during games of tig! One day we were lying on our towels sunbathing, when Mark leaned over and kissed me. No one else was around, and I liked it. After a while he said, could he do it again. I said yes, and this time, we opened our mouths and touched tongues.
I was rather confused. It felt nice, but I was still very immature, no pubic hair and very tiny bumps where my breasts were just starting to grow. Still, when Mark ran his hands over my chest and tummy I really liked it and felt warm and tingly all over. He even slipped his hand under my bikini bottoms and rubbed me between my legs, which made me catch my breath.
Then I saw that he had a lump in his trunks. I asked him if he was alright and he said that it happened when he thought of me. I asked if I could see. Smiling, he slipped his trunks down and out sprang his cock. It was about five inches long, quite thin and very stiff, laying back on his tummy. When I stroked and held it, he and it, jumped, though he said it was nice. It was very smooth and silky to touch, and when I pulled its cover back, the little pink top peeped out.
Nothing else happened that year. I had been looking forward to the next holiday very much, but it was horrid. Mark was very much taller, had a deep voice, a very spotty face and took absolutely no notice of me at all. I was so miserable, as he spent all the time with other boys.
Then there were two years when we did not see each other at all. On the first he was away at some sports camp, and the next I was rather ill, and did not go. I was staying with my grandparents, having to rest.
So the year I was sixteen I had no idea what would happen. There was one difference, which was that our families were to be together for both weeks of the holiday. Was I looking forward to seeing Mark? Yes. Had I a boyfriend at home? No. Well, a couple, but with all the O level studies as well as piano and sports I did not really go out with any of them. I fancied a few, and had been on dates. Kissed and cuddled in the cinema and such, but nothing serious or adventurous.
When we arrived Mark and his family were already there. We met in the restaurant for dinner when they walked in. `Uncle’ and `Auntie’ looked much the same as usual. Marks little brother John was about ten, and looked what he was – a kid. Mark on the other hand was almost unrecognisable. He was over six feet tall, broad and had very long blond hair. When he looked at me his smile of greeting was electrifying. In fact I could not breathe for a moment and my whole body reacted. I was getting hot. Turned on. Because he was so hot! He took his turn to greet me and kissed me very chastely on the lips. “Hi” he whispered.
I must have blushed. But I felt great! And scared! He was looking at me rather as an animal might look at its dinner; a hunter at its prey.
I was also still cross with him about ignoring me three years ago, and for not being here the year after.
For three days I tried to keep safe from him almost as much as he tried to get us alone together. It was very difficult as he was so beautiful. However one morning he came to breakfast looking really hot. He was wearing an open shirt which showed off his wonderful torso, very muscular chest and six pack stomach. He had a little blond hair on his chest and a darker line from his belly button into the top of his skimpy sports shorts. The legs below were long, muscular, and lightly hairy.
Mark announced that he had hired a boat from which he could water sky, and would anyone be prepared to drive it for him. No one was that keen, but eventually his Dad said he would give him an hour. It was suggested I went along as watcher, and so we set out. Mark wore a wet suite for the skiing, and he was really rather good in a flash sort of way. Uncle spent the time he was with us showing me how to drive the boat, which was really easy, and once I had the idea, made us take him back to shore.
I carried on towing Mark around for a while until having fallen over again, he climbed into the boat and said lets go and have some lunch. He had brought a picnic. So we went to a little bay which was sun drenched, secluded, and we had to ourselves. Mark laid the anchor, carried the hamper and blankets up to the beach, and then came back and carried me to the shore. Being in his arms was sexy and I was feeling rather light headed. The first thing Mark did when we reached our things was take off the wet suite. Underneath, all he was wearing was the pair of skimpy shorts. I could not take my eyes off him.
While I was not sure I really wanted to, we ate the meal he had prepared. It was delicious, and included a very nice bottle of white wine. Afterwards he cleared everything up and lay down on the blanket next to me. He was on his side looking at me.
“You are so beautiful,” he said.
“Thank you. Your rather good looking yourself.”
“So why have you been avoiding me?”
Oh!
“Well I just find you a little overwhelming and needed time to get to know you again.”
“Good!”he said laughing. Ät least it sounds like you WANT to be friends.”
I nodded, and said, Öf course I do.”
By now I was on my side facing him. It seemed the most natural thing for him to stroke my face while looking at me. Then he kissed my eyes, and ran the tip of his tongue over my eyebrows. He licked and kissed down my face to my neck, which was really sexy. I fought him off for a moment; then just pulled him close to me. I was making gurgling noises in my throat; when he nibbled my neck, I was unable to breath. It must have been obvious that I had no experience of this sort of thing, though I was really in to it. He took his time at my neck until I began to moan. I think I groaned that I felt dizzy; and my fingers hooked round his neck as if he was a life belt and I was drowning.
He unfastened my bikini top, slipping it off, and moved onto my breasts and by the time he had moved onto and finished with my nipples, I had climaxed quite a few times. He looked at me and smiling said, “How far will you let me go?”
“How far do you want to go?”
Ï want to go all the way. I want to make love to you?”
I pushed him gently onto his back and reached down to unfasten the draw string of his shorts. There was a huge bulge in them, and as I eased them down his cock jumped out. Not the thin little thing of last time. This was at least eight inches long and very thick. It was surrounded by curly dark blond hair, and underneath was a pair of very large balls. He lifted his hips to help when I pulled them off him. Then, just as last time, I gently held his penis, sliding the cover off the head, which was large, smooth and a deep pink colour. Still holding onto it, I leaned over him and kissed him. Deeply, and with building passion.
Ï want you too”, I breathed. Ï haven’t done this before, so you will have to teach me.” (I assumed he HAD done this before – and I found out I was right!). Then he turned me onto my back and kissed his way down my body. When he took off my bottoms I was as flooded as a river in spate. I lost count of the number of times I came as he licked out my pussy, teasing my clitoris with his lips and teeth. He had to leave me for a moment – to get a condom from the hamper – but was back very soon. I felt the head of his erection push between my love lips, and very gently open me as he slid in. It was slow and tight; he kept going in a little, then back, then in more, and back, until all of him was inside me. He rested while I marvelled at the feeling of his heat and size filling me, while my hands caressed all over those parts of his body I could reach. My favourite was his big muscular bottom. When I started kneading the cheeks, he began to move, gently in and out, back and forth, until we had a real rhythm going. I was working my hips too, so soon, I felt another much bigger climax building up in me.
I dug my fingers into Marks butt, pulling him ever harder into me, until he started to grunt and shake. The pressure built up in both of us, and when my climax hit, I went very stiff and pulled him to a stop. He must have come at the same time, as he let out a deep groan, began panting, and then I felt his penis pumping and pulsing as he filled the durex with this cream.
We made love a till it was getting dusk that day, and every day for the rest of the holidays. We still see each other regularly. The sex gets better and better and we are in love. We will have to see whether or not we will be together long term.
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