Long time lurker. First time poster.
The story I’m going to tell you happened a good few years back, just as I was finishing high-school. My family and I had taken a late summer break in a small coastal beach town – one of those places 10 or 20 years past their glory days, but affordable enough to still pull crowds.
I was a very shy, very sheltered kid, 18 year old kid from a very conservative family. I’d kissed a couple of girls I played tennis with. But outside of that all my sexual experiences (and knowledge) came from magazines and Dear Penthouse letters.
Our first day at the beach, I’m lying alongside my family soaking up the half bored torture, half pleasure of family holidays, when I see her. A gorgeous pale skinned blonde teen, about my age, frizzy blonde hair and a too tight, ever so slowly slightly transparent swimsuit that obviously hadn’t kept up with her growth spurts. She was lying a few meters away, and from my angle I can already make out two gorgeous, large breasts straining against her suit.
For the first time in my life, I decided I wasn’t going to be the painfully shy guy I normally was. I was going to try my luck and see what happened.
We chat. We take a walk along the beach. Her name is Louise. She’s a couple of months older than me. We make plans to go clubbing later. I’m less shy than usual. I tell her about the ex I broke up with a few weeks earlier. She tells me about hers, a douchey guy a decade older than me.
We meet for drinks. We make out in a heady, half drunk haze. She’s not like the other girls I’ve been with. As I get hard, she doesn’t back away. She parts her legs, let’s her skirt ride up and grinds her stocking and panty covered pussy against me.
Two or three days pass like this. We’re confined to tight quarters with our parents, so we’re constantly looking for places to escape and explore each other. Fingering her as we french hidden in the dark rocks between the beach and the bars. Half finished hand jobs. Teasingly brief marriages of her lips to my cock, till nearby voices would make us hastily rearrange ourselves.
We meet up on the beach with our families again. It’s been days of this torture. I’m jerking off like a fiend when we’re not together, but nothing helps.
Louise is back in her too small swimsuit. We wander away from our families with snacks and towels. We find a space in the dunes nearby, where we’re mostly hidden from the beach. We chat. We neck. She asks me to get some more sunblock on her.
I rub some on her back. Her legs and thighs. I try brush her pussy with the edge of my fingers and knuckles as I reach the top of her legs. She’s soaked through. I move up to her shoulders and pull the straps aside. She takes some of the lotion and uses it as a lube as she reaches into my beach shorts and starts stroking me.
I finish her shoulders, and pull her swimsuit down to her waist, getting my first unobstructed view of her beautiful, pale big breasts, and her large only slightly darker nipples. I taste them. I taste sunblock. I keep going downwards now. Her crotch is camel-toed, and as I slip out of reach of her hand, I peel her costume out and to the side and take my first salty, musky taste of pussy.
I’m licking around her as she moans softly. Slipping my tongue in and out of her. Frenching her clit. Exploring. Fondling her breasts in her from below. How long does this go on? Five minutes? Maybe ten?
I’m curled between her legs, head resting one of her thighs, when suddenly I feel her tense and curse. I follow her eyes. In the gap between the dunes, one of the only sections of the long beach we’re visible from, an attractive couple in their early thirties have taken up their stations.
They’re pretending to play frisbee. But really they’re watching us. The moment the frisbee leaves their hands, their eyes are back on us. It keeps landing in the sand at their feet, with a dull thud. They pick it up, throw it again. The whole thing keeps repeating over and over again like some kind of absurd comedy.
It’s too much for Louise and I. We tidy up. We’re red and petrified of being arrested, or taken back to our parents. The couple keep looking and looking, upping our paranoia, till they give up and wander back to their towels.
We were furious at the time that our fun had been spoiled. We raged against the pervs who’d stolen our fun. But years later, I’d find myself wondering what it must have been like to be that couple, and fantasize about it with our roles reversed, with me and my wife stumbling across our own innocent, desperate teenage sex show.
Louise and I kept our romance up all through the holidays. Eventually, I’d get to slip my condom covered cock inside her a handful of times. But because these encounters were so brief and orgasmless, I never really thought of her as my first.
Looking back, I feel like I can trace the seeds so many of my biggest turn ons back to this day. The smell of suntan lotion, clothed sex, especially with thong still on, oral, and watching and being watched.
Louise and I had a teary parting at the end of holidays. We switched numbers. She said she knew I’d get back with my ex, and I’d never call. I got back together with my ex. I never called. ??♂️
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fztn52/the_first_time_i_went_down_on_a_girl_was_at_the
This is a really sweet story!