Beach Vacation - Part 1
It was the start of a difficult vacation for me. I was going to be starting my third year of college in the fall and my parents had decided to take our family on vacation. We were going to drive down to Florida, an eight hour trip, to a house we rented. The plan was awesome... two weeks on a mostly private beach... soaking up the sun, surf, and sand. I planned on relaxing the entire time.
But my vacation plans were a little rocked when my younger sister, Josie, who'd just turned eighteen and graduated High School, brought her best friend, Emmanuelle, with her. Supposedly Josie couldn't live two weeks without her friend around and since we had room in the house, my parents let her come.
Josie has known Emmanuelle since the two were ten years old. Emmanuelle lived just a few houses down from us and was at our house constantly. I'd seen her grow up from a skinny, little girl, to a full fledged, beautiful woman. But I wouldn't tell her that. From the moment we met, she was a pain to me... always making fun of everything about me... always in my face... and always around. Part of the problem, I know, was that she had a crush on me. I hid the fact that I had a crush on her, too.
Since there were now five of us, the three of us were now crammed into the back seat while my mom and dad sat in the front. It made for a difficult drive, especially since every touch of Emmanuelle's leg against mine, she sat in the middle, sent a shiver up my spine and caused an erection. A constant erection. And it was extremely difficult to hide my erection in these close confines. I did the best I could under the circumstances.
We stopped several times on the way down, to stretch our legs and get some food, and every time I had to wait a second before I could get out of the car... just so my erection would calm down and I could walk.
Emmanuelle, for her part, didn't seem to notice, but didn't seem to stop touching me, either. She bumped her leg against me, or touched my thigh while talking or laughing. It was extremely frustrating.
When we finally got there at about 5:00pm, we unpacked our things and went into the house, picking which rooms we'd be in. I got a large room on the second floor to myself. It had two full-size beds, meant to sleep two couples if necessary, and had a great big window through which I had a great view of the ocean.
My parents picked a room on the first floor, while Josie and Emmanuelle shared another room on the second floor. I started unpacking and listened to the girls giggling as they unpacked. They were excited and wanted to immediately hit the beach. I could barely hear them when they closed their door to get dressed in their bikinis, but when they opened the door to run down the stairs, it was almost ear-splitting! They were giggling as they ran past my door, Emmanuelle seemingly staring at me as she jogged past a little slower, down the stairs and out the back to the beach.
I watched them through my bedroom window, glancing every now and then as I carefully laid my clothes in the dresser. When I glanced out and saw them putting on tanning lotion, I couldn't help but stop and watch. Both of them were beautiful women in their own right, but Emmanuelle's body definitely caught my attention. Her yellow suit barely covered her body. Her breasts had grown considerably since I'd last really known her and it was as if the thin fabric and small ties were going to burst trying to contain them. The narrow bottoms slid the material between her legs but offered a great view of her ass.
I was practically drooling as they helped each other by applying the lotion to each other's backs and felt my cock instantly harden. It had already been a long, torturous day and my cock wasn't going to let me forget it. I closed and softly locked my bedroom door and unfastened my shorts as I moved back to the window. In seconds my cock was in my hand and I was sliding up and down its long shaft.
It felt incredible, stroking myself, watching the very hot girls on the beach, as I leaned against the window frame.
"God, I'd love to have you on your knees in front of me," I whispered to no one as I envisioned Emmanuelle doing just that. I imagined her looking up at me, her lips around my shaft, her mouth full of my cock as I held her head in my hands and drove myself in and out, slowly fucking her face.
My fantasy was interrupted by a swift knock on my door.
"Vince?" my mom called through the closed door. "We're going to go to the grocery store. We should be back in an hour or so. Ok?"
"Yeah... Ok mom," I responded, turning to look at the closed door but never missing a beat on my cock. When I turned back to the beach, Emmanuelle was standing below, coming back into the house. She was looking up, watching me in the window. Without breaking stride, I looked right at her and continued stroking. My cock was so hard at this point. It was like I wanted her to see what she'd done to me. I wanted her to know how turned on I was. I wanted her to know that I was going to cum thinking about her.
Emmanuelle just stood there, looking at me, frozen in place. I had no idea what was going through her mind, but the pleasure coursing through me was so strong, I couldn't stop. I closed my eyes when my orgasm finally hit me. My cock pulsed again and again as I came, grunting with every spray.
"Fuck!" I moaned as it started to fade. My hand was coated with my cum and I opened my eyes and saw that a lot of it was also splashed on the window and window sill. When I looked down, Emmanuelle was no longer there. I stood there composing myself for a moment and then redressed. I walked down to the bathroom and grabbed some tissue to clean up with and when I finished cleaning, I slipped on my own swimming trunks and decided to join the girls on the beach.
Josie was laying on her towel in the sand, face up, working on her tan. She wore a black bikini that didn't leave a lot to the imagination. I laid my towel on the sand and walked into the water. It was cool and felt good with the hot sun overhead and the heat radiating from the sand. I walked in about waist deep and then dove into a wave, letting the water completely engulf me.
The water surged around me as I broke the surface again and stood. I could feel the water swell and recede, pushing and pulling me. It was powerful and all consuming. I glanced at the shore and saw that Emmanuelle had joined Josie at their towels. They were watching me and talking. There was no way I could tell what they were talking about, but it seemed like I was the topic of discussion.
I played in the water for a while longer, diving into the waves, and rolling with the surge, before I finally walked out and sat on my towel. Emmanuelle smiled at me as I sat and I could see the hint of desire in her face and watched as her eyes moved up and down my body. I smiled back at her and then lay back to work on my own tan.
The sun was nearing the horizon when we all finally decided to go back inside. My parents had returned and mom had made some dinner for us. I went up and took a quick shower and changed, then we ate. I could feel the sexual tension between Emmanuelle and I as we all tried to have a nice family meal together. I couldn't get her out of my fantasies as I thought about all I wanted to do to her. Even now she sat in a pair of shorts with a t-shirt on... obviously with no bra. And my cock was severely strained in my shorts.
The night was fairly quiet. I had my window open and listened to the surf as I lay in bed and looked through social media on my phone. I finally fell asleep around 1:00am with the moonlight making my room glow. When I woke, the sun was up, shining right in my room. I was lucky my pillow had created a shadow for me or I would have been awake at 6:00am! The sound of the waves and seagulls echoed against the walls and filled my room. A gentle sea-breeze blew in the window.
I rubbed my eyes and stretched. It felt good to sleep in finally. I could feel my erection, once again, pushing against my underwear. Knowing I'd just jack off in the shower, I pulled the covers off and slipped on a pair of shorts. I grabbed a towel and washcloth and walked down the hall to the bathroom. No one seemed to be in the house at all.
I opened the glass shower doors and stepped inside, turning the water on hot. I liked it hot. I liked feeling it running over my skin, making it tingle and sting a little. Even in this warm climate, it felt good cascading over me.
As I washed, I could feel my cock hardening yet again. I couldn't help but get the image of Emmanuelle out of my head. I squirted some shampoo in my palm and used it as a lubricant, my hand sliding up and down my shaft. God that felt so good. I put my left hand on the shower wall to help steady myself as I stroked faster.
I was so fucking hard! Unfortunately, I knew I'd been in the shower too long and figured I'd just finish myself off in the comfort of my room. My cock bobbed furiously hard beneath me as I turned off the water and opened the shower door. That's when I saw her!
Emmanuelle was squatting by the bathroom door, the door closed and her back against the wall. Her knees were spread wide, her hand in her panties, obviously masturbating.
"Woah! What are you... what are you doing?" I asked, surprised. Her eyes were trapped, moving between my bobbing erection and my questioning face.
"Um... I don't know," she said, blushing furiously. With such a brazen act she had to assume she was going to be caught. The only question was, what was I going to do about it.
I reached for a towel, and wrapped it around my waist. "Wait a second. Let me cover up a little bit."
"Sorry," she said softly, not knowing where to look or what to do.
"What are you doing up here?"
"I don't know... I mean, like,..." She was so embarrassed to be caught, one in a compromising position and two because I was standing there nearly naked.
I stood just two feet away from where she was still kneeling. Her hand was out of her shorts and I could smell her musky scent. My cock was throbbing even more beneath the towel, tenting it in front of me. "You were up here the whole time I was in the shower?"
"No... I mean... yeah...."
With her still kneeling down, I felt obliged to ask the obvious question. "Why are you down there? What were you doing?"
"Nothing... I was just... kneeling down." Embarrassed, she stood up finally. It felt like I towered over her. She was so small when she was embarrassed. She seemed to shrink inside of herself. It made me feel powerful and dominant.
"Were you playing with your pussy?" I asked, emphasizing the last word. I wanted it to sound crude. I wanted her to be even more embarrassed.
She looked at the floor. "Yeah," she whispered.
"While watching me shower?" I asked, moving closer to her. My hands went to waistline of the towel around me.
"Yeah," she whispered again after a little pause.
I started pulling the towel from around my waist. "Did you like what you saw?" I asked then tossed the towel onto the floor away from us. "What? You wanted to see this? Do you like what you see?" My hand indicated my cock. It was stretching out between us, begging to be pleasured.
