This is the beginning of first person series that starts with "Everything before my First Time, which will be posted when this and the 2nd chapter are approved. There will be more chapters, but also stories with other names that involve "me" but with other persons.
I hope you find then enjoyable. Comments and votes would be appreciated.
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My first time? Last August on Fire Island. I was at our family's place with my sister and her husband. They had married in May. They weren't too happy to have me along for two weeks, but they couldn't refuse, and I tried not to intrude. Actually we got on real well. He was nice.
One morning after breakfast, I was out swimming. It was a Monday, and there was almost no one on the beach. There were nice waves and I was body surfing - like they do in Australia, trying to ride the waves without a board. It was going pretty well. A girl in a bikini started to watch me and then swam closer - I was swimming where the waves were best - and she started to try it too. I felt better about not swimming alone. She was a pretty good swimmer and imitated me, trying to get up speed when a wave came so that she could ride it, and had some success, and I nodded and waved encouragement to her.
After one good wave that we both caught, riding it into the shallows, she got up, and I saw that her top had slipped off her breasts. It was one of those with just two triangles of cloth with a string around her back. I thought she would be embarrassed and turn away, but she just smiled and looked down and unhurriedly adjusted them back in place and then smiled at me again and called: "That was a real good one." "Yeah," I replied, a little embarrassed at having seen her breasts - long enough to see that there was no tan line on them - and surprised at her nonchalance.
That broke the ice, so to speak, and she swam closer for the next wave, and I saw that she was older - no teenager, maybe twenty-five or so. After some more waves - I was doing better than she - when we again caught one together and stood up, she said:
"Hi. You're good at that. Thanks for showing me how. It's fun."
"You learn pretty fast Never tried it before?"
"No, but I've watched guys in Australia doing it. The waves are bigger there. Are you staying out here?"
"Yeah, at our family's house, with my sister and brother-in-law, married in May."
" I bet they're pleased to have your company."
"Not really. And you?"
"Yeah, we've rented that house over there," and she pointed to a place a little further away.
We walked up on to the beach and I picked up my towel - hers was further along in the direction of her house. I was wondering who "we" were.
"Want to come up to my place; doesn't sound like your sister and brother-and-law will miss you."
No, I thought, wondering again about the "we," and then saw that she had a wedding ring and an engagement ring with a big stone. She saw my glance and answered my question:
"My husband stays in the city during the week. Come on."
So we walked along and picked up her towel and then want up to the house. It was a nice one with an enclosed patio, empty of personal things - unlike ours - a rented place. I was wondering what we would do, what she would suggest. By now she had told me that she had been a stewardess with United, how she had gotten to Australia, and she had asked me about my figure and heard that I was a gymnast. I guess it was about 10:30 by then.
We stood around for a moment both silent, then she asked if I would join her for a glass of champagne. I was surprised - that early in the morning?
"There are a couple of glasses in the bottle from last night, ... and it won't get better."
I agreed, thinking that stewardesses are accustomed to serving and maybe drinking at all times of the day. So she got the bottle from the fridge.
We drink a glass of wine with meals, me too, and of course I had drunk a beer or two, but usually I was in training, but I figured it would be too impolite to refuse, so we had a glass, not saying much - it was good champagne. After a few sips, she empty her glass and said she wanted a shower, and asked me if I wanted one too. Afterwards, it occurred to me that the way she asked could have been an invitation to join her, but at that moment, I just agreed and told her to go ahead, that I would take one when she was finished. She nodded and turned and went towards the bathroom, untying her bikini top as she went. She had a good figure.
Yeah, now I remember that she untied the neck string first and was thinking that was unusual, her top immediately dropping down around her hips. Didn't most girls untie it in back and then slip it over their head?
I sipped my champagne, wondering what we would then do, hearing the shower - she had left the door open - wondering about the way she had let me see her breasts and tantalizing me by letting me see her taking off her top that way. Then I heard the shower stop and her drying herself. As I emptied my glass, she came out with her towel just slung around her hips.
God, I was surprised! She really did have nice ..., had a good figure. She just looked at me and smiled and said she liked to sunbathe nude. My ears must have been scarlet - not just my ears! I just mumbled that I had notice - on the beach - and went past her to the bathroom as she said that she would be on the patio.
I was starting to get a hard-on and realized that this was going to be an experience I hadn't anticipated. Would she be lying naked on the patio when I returned? Would she expect me to join her - like that?! It sure seemed like she was tempting me. Tempting me for what? I suddenly thought of Joseph and Potiphar's wife.
I took my shower, trying to avoid getting more aroused - it didn't want to go down - wondering if I should put my Speedo back on, but then decided to risk it. If she could, wanted to - maybe she had a bottom on under her towel - I would see what happened.
Knowing my sister and brother-in-law were having sex whenever they could, had made me more than curious. So I wrapped the towel she had laid out around my waist and took my Speedo with me - in case she had a bottom on - but when I got to the patio, she was lying there on her stomach on one side of her big towel with nothing on, nothing at all! Arousing! And she obviously had an overall suntan. She had her head turned away from me and when she heard me, just raised it and glanced at me and then turned back and patted the towel next to her. Obviously, she expected me to join her.
I hung my shorts on the corner of a deck chair and took off my towel, thankful that she couldn't see me, and then stretched out next to her. This was going to be difficult, I thought, my thing didn't want to be down between my thighs.
"Hi - again," she said: "Shocked?" "Yeah, a little," I replied: "Maybe more than a little."
"That's all right. Just enjoy the sun." "Yeah," I answered, and closed my eyes, enjoying it and trying to forget the situation I was in.
After a couple of minutes, she said: "Oh, you probably need sunoil on your bottom. Here, I'll do it." Before I could say anything, she rose back on her knees and took the bottle and squirted it on my ass and then spread it around with one hand as she looked down at my face, her bare breasts more than tempting me to look at them. Then she lay back down again.
I again closed my eyes and tried to control my arousal: just think about the sun, just the nice warm sun. After a few more minutes, she spoke again: "Nice, isn't it? "Um-hmm," I replied. After a few moments she spoke again:
"You're not as old as I first thought, with all your muscles. Can you really do flips and handstands and all that stuff? I saw it once on TV, I guess at the Olympics?"
"Yes, the whole lot, that and on the bars and horse. On the rings, I'm not so good."
