Finally, the day I had been waiting for had arrived. The past year had taken so long to roll by, I felt as if the moment would never come. The time when you can finally feel free. Any previous restrictions were dropped. It was, at long last, my eighteenth birthday. And where better to celebrate than on the sun drenched island of Tenerife. The first full day of my holiday on this, the largest of the Canary Islands also was my eighteenth birthday. How wild were the next two weeks to be? Sun, sea, sand and hopefully sex. My sexual experience was barely existent. I had only had sex once prior to this day and it was so bad I didn't even cum. She just hurried and refused to give me a blow job. The weird thing is I crave for her. Every time I masturbate I see her underneath me. But that was then, this is now.
It was early afternoon and I decided to spend my time soaking up the rays. You cannot leave Tenerife without a tan and I wanted mine to be perfect. I relaxed on a lounger, right by the hotel pool. I was daydreaming about the things I could do that I couldn't before; buy alcohol legally, buy porn and, in short, live. As I lay there I admired the gorgeous girls sunbathing. One in particular caught my eye. She walked past me to a lounger about five metres from mine. She had shoulder length blonde hair which was tied back. She seemed to be about four years older than myself. She wasn't slim, but had no excess fat either. She had beautifully tanned skin. She appeared about five and a half feet tall. I noticed her large breasts, firm and round, pushed together to create maximum cleavage by a red string bikini top. She wore matching bikini bottoms, not a thong, but it still showed her shapely ass. She sat down and began to layer herself with suncream, first her legs, ten her arms. She struggled, but somehow managed to do her back. Then she spread some on her tummy before doing the unbelievable. She reached behind her and untied her bikini top. With one swift hand movement, she had removed it. I could clearly seeher large tanned breasts and proportioned nipples. I could feel my cock growing in my swimming shorts. Those tits were perfect. Se began to massage the cream into her breasts. Se lay back and started catching the rays. Her breasts kept shape as she did. I couldn't help but stare as she lay there. My cock was ever strengthening and hardening. I decided I needed a dip in the pool.
Even in the pool I couldn't stop looking at her. Fortunately, the cool water was controlling my excitement in the downstairs area. At one point, she sat up for one moment and glanced around. She appeared to pause when she saw me, but maybe it was my imagination. Soon, she lay back down.
About an hour later, I left the pool and returned to my lounger. Still staring and the gorgeous woman, I dried myself and began reapplying my suncream. Suddenly, she sat up and began putting her top on. I felt so disappointed, Her breasts became hidden once more. Worse still, she got up and began to leave. My eyes followed her as she left. As she passed me, she dropped a scrap of paper without looking at me. At first I thought it was an ice cream wrapper. Then I looked closer. It seemed all white, not a wrapper. I picked it up. It was folded, so I opened it. On it was a three digit number, a room number. I could guess whose. I realised she had noticed me in the pool and wanted to meet me. I grabbed my towel and put on my T-shirt.
I returned to my own room to ditch my towel. I kept my semi-wet shorts on as I headed to the room number I was given. I got there and knocked. No answer. I knocked again. Maybe she didn't mean to drop the paper. Maybe she wanted me to come some other time. As I went to knock a third time, the door opened and there she stood. She was wearing the same red bikini.
"Hi," she said, "I've been expecting you. Come in." I walked into her room, which was identical to mine. "Take a seat," she said. I had no choice but to sit on the bed, as each hotel suite only contained a bedroom and bathroom. She opened the fridge and took two Smirnoff Ices. She gave me one. "Sorry, I don't drink beer," she said.
"Nor me," I replied. She sat down next to me. We began to enjoy our drinks.
"I'm Jodie," she introduced herself, "I'm 22 ad I'm here on holiday with my mates, only there's an odd number of us so I got my own room."
"I'm Chris," I said, "I'm 18, 18 today in fact. I'm with mates too, but they left for the beach early. I missed 'em and they ain't come back yet."
"Alone on your eighteenth?" she asked, sounding sympathetic.
"Yeah," I replied, "crap, huh?"