The scent of pine needles filled my lungs, a stark contrast to the lingering aroma of hairspray and late-night pizza that clung to my memories of senior year. High school and my last relationship were both closed chapters. I felt an incredible sense of freedom. Finally, summer! I inhaled deeply, savoring the air as my parents wrestled with the tent poles. Lake Michigan, a vast expanse of blue, shimmered in the distance. That summer promised adventure and stunning tans in the sun.
I had a reputation, and truth be told, I cultivated it. I loved the way boys, as well as girls, seemed drawn to me like moths to a flame. I was aware of my magnetism. It was a game, a subtle dance of attraction, and I knew how to play it. A fleeting smile touched my lips. My ***, knowing me, was obviously worried. "Sunscreen, lots of it," she said. "And be careful, honey…" She trailed off, giving me a knowing look. "***… what?" plastering on a sweet smile, "I promise to behave."
Near the woods and beyond the dune, I reached the lake shore in that state of thrill that comes from exploring new places. The sun beat down on my shoulders as I strutted onto the crowded beach, a lake full of fish to catch. I wore a tiny, red bikini, the bottoms riding low on my hips, the top pushing my breasts up and out. Every step was a tease, every glance a promise. I was Hispana the Shameless, and I knew it. A group of guys playing beach volleyball paused, eyes glued to me.
"Nice day, huh?" a guy called out. "Hot… I'm so hot," my voice a low purr. I could feel the tension in the air, the sudden hush, their eyes on my body. I loved it, my magic. I was the snake charmer, and they were my snakes. A girl with long, copper hair approached me. "I'm Lisa." I turned to her, my eyes sweeping over her form. "Nice to meet you. I'm Susana," my voice so sweet. It was a flash of raw attraction that spread between us. "Let's go for a walk and talk," she whispered.
We left the gazes of the crowd, all their whispered speculations and strolled the beach barefoot. While our playful walk attracted lots of stares, she stopped, breathed, and nibbled on my ear, "I know why everyone can't take their eyes off you." I grinned, "But I can only handle one person's attention at a time." Lisa's hands slid up my hips, "Let's make this interesting. Come with me," she said, "there's a secluded beach." We climbed up a rocky, overgrown section of the shoreline.
The beach appeared. It was a place untouched, a secret haven. The sun painted the sand in silvery shades; the crowded beach faded into a distant echo. Just she and I beneath the sky. I saw the flutter of her eyelids and the tremor in her hands. "I feel… dizzy around you," she confessed, her voice barely audible. A slow smile spread across my lips. I reached behind my back, untied my own bikini top, and let it fall. So Lisa's gaze dropped to my breasts, her breath hitching slightly.
She stepped back, her eyes never leaving mine, and slowly untied the strings of her bikini top. It fell, revealing her breasts, hard nipples glistening in the sun. So I stepped toward her, my body pressing against hers. Her skin was warm, her heartbeat racing beneath my palm as I placed my hand on her chest. Her hands found my hips, pulling me closer. I could feel her breath on my face, her lips parted slightly. At first my lips brushed against hers softly, then with more pressure.
Lisa responded eagerly, her tongue meeting mine in a hungry dance. Her hands roamed my back, then slipped around to cup my breasts, her thumbs circling my nipples. I gasped into her mouth, the sensation shooting straight to my core. I broke away from her lips, trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, and finally taking one of her nipples into my mouth. She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me close. I sucked both her breasts, and my hand slid between her thighs.
She spread her legs slightly and gave me better access. I rubbed her through her bikini bottoms, feeling her heat and wetness. She bucked against my hand, her breaths coming in short gasps. I slid my fingers under the fabric, finding her slick and ready. I rubbed her clit, my fingers moving in slow circles, then I slipped two fingers inside her. Her body tensed, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as I pushed my fingers deep inside her. She was very tight, wet, and incredibly responsive.
I could feel her pulsing around my fingers, her hips grinding against my palm. I increased the pace, my thumb circling her clit, feeling her get closer to the edge. So she gripped my shoulders, and her breath came in ragged moans. "Don't stop," she pleaded, her eyes wild with desire. "Please, don't stop!" I had no intention of stopping. I wanted to feel her come undone, to hear her scream as she shattered in my arms. I added a third finger, stretching her, filling her. She cried out.
Her inner muscles clenched around my fingers, while her juices coated my hand as she rode out her climax. As her body went limp, I slowly withdrew my fingers, bringing them to my lips and tasting her. She watched me, her chest heaving, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Ooh, that was so…" she started, but I cut her off with a kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue. I pulled away. "That was just the beginning; now I have to go," a smirk on my face, "I'll see you tomorrow."
I had to go back to my parents for lunch. She pouted slightly, but I left her there, flushed and satisfied. After some fervent days, I went back there alone to swim and bask in the sun for my body tan. I lay down on the beach towel, my turquoise swimsuit pulled down until my rear was barely covered, listening to the waves. But nature, as always, had a trick up its sleeve; a playful breeze, initially pleasant, escalated into a gusty wind that sent sand stinging against my bare skin.
Retreat was necessary. I gathered my things and wandered away from that secluded beach, seeking refuge. Tucked behind a series of low dunes, a small clearing beckoned. Trees clung precariously to the sandy soil, their branches interwoven with thick undergrowth, creating a natural haven. It was sheltered, quiet, and still bathed in the sunlight. Perfect. So I settled there, sighing contentedly. The wind was just a whisper here, and I was almost ****** when I heard a murmur of voices.
I had a reputation, and truth be told, I cultivated it. I loved the way boys, as well as girls, seemed drawn to me like moths to a flame. I was aware of my magnetism. It was a game, a subtle dance of attraction, and I knew how to play it. A fleeting smile touched my lips. My ***, knowing me, was obviously worried. "Sunscreen, lots of it," she said. "And be careful, honey…" She trailed off, giving me a knowing look. "***… what?" plastering on a sweet smile, "I promise to behave."
Near the woods and beyond the dune, I reached the lake shore in that state of thrill that comes from exploring new places. The sun beat down on my shoulders as I strutted onto the crowded beach, a lake full of fish to catch. I wore a tiny, red bikini, the bottoms riding low on my hips, the top pushing my breasts up and out. Every step was a tease, every glance a promise. I was Hispana the Shameless, and I knew it. A group of guys playing beach volleyball paused, eyes glued to me.
"Nice day, huh?" a guy called out. "Hot… I'm so hot," my voice a low purr. I could feel the tension in the air, the sudden hush, their eyes on my body. I loved it, my magic. I was the snake charmer, and they were my snakes. A girl with long, copper hair approached me. "I'm Lisa." I turned to her, my eyes sweeping over her form. "Nice to meet you. I'm Susana," my voice so sweet. It was a flash of raw attraction that spread between us. "Let's go for a walk and talk," she whispered.
We left the gazes of the crowd, all their whispered speculations and strolled the beach barefoot. While our playful walk attracted lots of stares, she stopped, breathed, and nibbled on my ear, "I know why everyone can't take their eyes off you." I grinned, "But I can only handle one person's attention at a time." Lisa's hands slid up my hips, "Let's make this interesting. Come with me," she said, "there's a secluded beach." We climbed up a rocky, overgrown section of the shoreline.
The beach appeared. It was a place untouched, a secret haven. The sun painted the sand in silvery shades; the crowded beach faded into a distant echo. Just she and I beneath the sky. I saw the flutter of her eyelids and the tremor in her hands. "I feel… dizzy around you," she confessed, her voice barely audible. A slow smile spread across my lips. I reached behind my back, untied my own bikini top, and let it fall. So Lisa's gaze dropped to my breasts, her breath hitching slightly.
She stepped back, her eyes never leaving mine, and slowly untied the strings of her bikini top. It fell, revealing her breasts, hard nipples glistening in the sun. So I stepped toward her, my body pressing against hers. Her skin was warm, her heartbeat racing beneath my palm as I placed my hand on her chest. Her hands found my hips, pulling me closer. I could feel her breath on my face, her lips parted slightly. At first my lips brushed against hers softly, then with more pressure.
Lisa responded eagerly, her tongue meeting mine in a hungry dance. Her hands roamed my back, then slipped around to cup my breasts, her thumbs circling my nipples. I gasped into her mouth, the sensation shooting straight to my core. I broke away from her lips, trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, and finally taking one of her nipples into my mouth. She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me close. I sucked both her breasts, and my hand slid between her thighs.
She spread her legs slightly and gave me better access. I rubbed her through her bikini bottoms, feeling her heat and wetness. She bucked against my hand, her breaths coming in short gasps. I slid my fingers under the fabric, finding her slick and ready. I rubbed her clit, my fingers moving in slow circles, then I slipped two fingers inside her. Her body tensed, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as I pushed my fingers deep inside her. She was very tight, wet, and incredibly responsive.
I could feel her pulsing around my fingers, her hips grinding against my palm. I increased the pace, my thumb circling her clit, feeling her get closer to the edge. So she gripped my shoulders, and her breath came in ragged moans. "Don't stop," she pleaded, her eyes wild with desire. "Please, don't stop!" I had no intention of stopping. I wanted to feel her come undone, to hear her scream as she shattered in my arms. I added a third finger, stretching her, filling her. She cried out.
Her inner muscles clenched around my fingers, while her juices coated my hand as she rode out her climax. As her body went limp, I slowly withdrew my fingers, bringing them to my lips and tasting her. She watched me, her chest heaving, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Ooh, that was so…" she started, but I cut her off with a kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue. I pulled away. "That was just the beginning; now I have to go," a smirk on my face, "I'll see you tomorrow."
I had to go back to my parents for lunch. She pouted slightly, but I left her there, flushed and satisfied. After some fervent days, I went back there alone to swim and bask in the sun for my body tan. I lay down on the beach towel, my turquoise swimsuit pulled down until my rear was barely covered, listening to the waves. But nature, as always, had a trick up its sleeve; a playful breeze, initially pleasant, escalated into a gusty wind that sent sand stinging against my bare skin.
Retreat was necessary. I gathered my things and wandered away from that secluded beach, seeking refuge. Tucked behind a series of low dunes, a small clearing beckoned. Trees clung precariously to the sandy soil, their branches interwoven with thick undergrowth, creating a natural haven. It was sheltered, quiet, and still bathed in the sunlight. Perfect. So I settled there, sighing contentedly. The wind was just a whisper here, and I was almost ****** when I heard a murmur of voices.
