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.