Hi! I'm Nightdreamfox and I'm a young author with a rich (sexual) imagination. This is one of my first stories. It has multiple parts, so this part is mostly buildup. Enjoy!
All characters in this story are 18 years or older.
I was 18 years old when I went on a two-day trip with my youth movement. This was no casual holiday, but an annual tradition for the oldest group where you left with just your backpack, not knowing where you were going to sleep. You mostly spent the entire day walking to a town, where you would try to find some people who were kind enough to shelter you and your group. The success of finding a good place depended in part on the size of your group. Our group counted 14 people - not too much and not too few. Fortunately for me, there were some pretty girls among them - not to say simply babes - who knew how to twirl many men around their fingers.
So after a whole day of walking in the hot sun, we finally arrived in our town, all tired and sweaty. No one actually enjoyed the walking. It was tiring and useless. However, there was one advantage: because of the heat, all the girls were walking in tight tops and shorts, which did not leave much to the imagination. From time to time, when a girl bent over to pick up her heavy backpack, all the boys would stare at her, as they hoped that her young titties would escape from her shirt. Add to that the fact that we were all still full of summertime hormones and you already realize that this was a blood-hot expedition.
Eventually our group managed to find a place to sleep. An overenthusiastic older man had given us the keys to the local dance club. The association's building had toilets, showers and plenty of room to sleep in our sleeping bags. We went in there, toiling and puffing, and to our great jollity found a pile of soft sports mats. We put our backpacks on the ground - a great opportunity to get another good look at the sweaty cleavage of some girls - and laid the mats on the ground to rest for a bit. Everyone made themselves comfortable and dozed off a bit. It would be a while before we would eat and no one felt like doing anything active now.
'A massage would be nice right now,' Katy suddenly sighed. Katy was a pretty girl with brown hair in a ponytail, a tight ass and small titties. She was one of the girls I knew the best, partly because we had been friends for years. However, things were not going my way. Before I could even react, David was already with her and began massaging her soft skin. Fortunately, Katy wasn't the only one who wanted a massage. Soon every girl was asking for a massage. Everyone knew that this was a form of symbiosis. The girls would get a nice massage, and the boys would be allowed -- for this short time -- to marvel undisturbed at the hot bodies underneath their hands. Each boy quickly sought out a girl and so did I. I didn't have to think twice. I knew who I wanted. The one everyone wanted. The vamp of the group: Caroline.
Caroline had the body of a porn star. Simple as that. In all my life I have never seen anyone, not even on porn, who has such a slim frame and such big tits. It must have been an E or F cup. Her shirts were always tight around her tits so you could see her bra (and sometimes nipples!) through them, and her tits were so gigantic that her shirt at her belly always swirled several inches from her body. Her tits were a myth amongst the boys, a legend, something out of fairy tales and porn movies. Later they would hang down to her feet, but now at 18, they defied every logic and gravity. They sloshed and shook with every move she made. Her tits were two mountains of flesh that starred in every fantasy of mine.
In addition, Caroline was also big. Her legs were as smooth as a peach and as long as an airstrip. On top of that, she had long, brown hair down to her tight buttocks, now concealed in some soft sports shorts. The worst thing was: Caroline was very conscious about her looks. She knew she was a bimbo. She always and everywhere knew how to use her "charms" to get what she wanted, whether it was better seats at a concert or free beer at a party. Then she would wear those tops of which you thought the straps would snap when she jumped and which made sure that the whole dance floor belonged to her and her two fat friends. On almost every occasion, I tried to catch a glimpse of those two whoppers, but usually without success. She knew what she had and that's why she loved to tease. That was precisely why she was my wet dream.
Long story short: I couldn't pass up on an opportunity like this. I was ahead of Thomas on the way to the mat where Caroline sat and winked gallantly at her.
'You want a massage too?' Caroline smiled, nodded and laid down on her stomach in front of me. Meanwhile, her shorts had been pulled a little between her legs, leaving little to the imagination. For a brief moment I stood there, drooling over her, with a slight swelling in my shorts. Then I kneeled down, smiled at her and began the massage.
Okay, how as I supposed to begin? I'm pretty shy and didn't want to blow this one chance I had to massage the girl of my dreams. I first decided to massage her by sitting next to her, but that turned out not to be such a convenient technique. After some encouragement from my hardening dick, I switched my position, which Caroline seemed to like. I now sat with my behind against her buttocks while massaging her neck and back. Caroline seemed to relax and stretched herself like a cat in heat, while I my fingers enjoyed her hot body beneath me. Only the thin fabric of her shirt now separated me from her naked skin. I bit my inner lip. How far could I take this?
