Where it happened: Beach/Golf Course
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I worked hard that summer. Not at a job, mind you, I was working on Lauren. I first made friends with her younger brother when they moved to the neighborhood when I was about seven, or eight. Even though she was then a budding beauty, I wasn’t old enough to realize it, and way too young to do anything about it if I had.
Fast forward a decade or so. We both still lived with our parents, each a short walk from a private beach that bordered the golf course. I went there often to smoke weed, or drink as there are no people there, and you are likely to have privacy.
Somewhere near the beginning of July I went to the beach and was surprised to see Lauren laying on her towel in a bikini. Knowing her, it was not awkward to stop and have a chat. I don’t remember much about what we talked about but I knew what I wanted to do with her, and since she said she was taking the summer off and intended to work on her tan, I knew there was opportunity.
At the time I didn’t have a car so I either walked, hitchhiked, or rode my Shwinn 10 speed to get around, so my body was as close to in shape than it’s ever been. She had been a high school cheerleader, and in her mid-twenties still had a beautiful figure.
It took weeks of sitting in the sun with her, telling examples of older women married to younger men, playing my guitar for her, and generally pressing the need for us to get together.
She was hung up being older than me and used that as an excuse to postpone the obvious sexual attraction. Sometime in the beginning of August she somehow came to the reasoning that since we would never go further, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to kiss. While it was not my first kiss, it was my first with someone I thought I loved. We touched lips, and our tongues played, and I was so happy to have achieved some form of intimacy with Lauren. But when we opened our embrace we saw her parents walking back up the dirt path after obviously having seen us.
I don’t know what wrath came down on her after that, but it set my efforts back by at least two weeks. Eventually she came around to kissing me some more, and soon she’d let me caress her breasts and most of her body while she’d reach into my shorts and grip my hard shaft. But she would put the brakes on if I tried to get into her bikini bottom. I was just happy for what was happening, and more than willing to carry on in hopes of advancement.
It was a Saturday in the beginning of September and we were again alone in our sandy paradise. We started kissing and feeling each other as we had been doing, but this time my advancements weren’t halted and I found myself moving those bottoms aside and kissing her in a way she really enjoyed.
She enjoyed it so much she stopped me and said we should get off the beach and continue. The golf course was an easy climb up the 15ft or so cliff from the beach. It was mid-afternoon and there were still golf parties playing through, but there was a 30, or 40 foot wide patch of woods along the fairway on that cliff and we slipped in without any notice.
We settled in the lush green leaves with her beach towel beneath us. We kissed, and touched, and I resumed kissing Lauren where that bikini bottom used to be. She rubbed my cock, but I needed no encouragement as I was as hard as any man possible. I rubbed the head up and down her opening not so much as to stimulate her (which it did), but to figure out where I was going. When I finally went inside her it was the most incredible feeling. I was completely enveloped in the sensation of being buried deep inside her, the feelings of her hands on my face and chest, and her legs wrapping around my waist drawing me in closer. When I thrust all the way inside her I would rotate my hips as I was pressed against her clit, and she really seemed to enjoy that.
We had been at it for a while when I heard some rustle in the brush. Looking up I saw a man and two women about a hundred feet away, all at least in their late 70’s searching for a lost golf ball. Lauren gasped and grabbed the towel to cover herself, leaving me, on my knees with a raging erection and nothing but my hands to hide it.
The old man saw my situation before the women did and quickly got them out of there, sparing any more embarrassment for any of us. But we weren’t done.
When we were alone again I went right back to what we’d been doing. Lauren was short of breath, but still letting me know how good she felt. I could feel by the way she’d grip me when she was coming, and I was so proud that my first time was with this beautiful girl I had spent the summer falling in love with.
Not long after, I was going to climax. Not having planned on doing this we didn’t have a condom. Luckily I had the thought to pull out, and as I knelt above this young beauty I pointed what might have been the biggest hard-on I’ll ever have, to my left and spurt out on the thick green leaves around us.
We continued on for a few months, but her parents would never approve of our relationship. They thought I was into drinking, smoking pot, and thought I had opposite opinions about politics and religion. And frankly they were right, although I have done rather well in spite of it.
Lauren never seemed to believe it was my first time. I am still in touch with her occasionally, but unfortunately she makes us pretend we have never made love to each other.
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