Treasuring the last vestiges of our High School careers is something we can only do in retrospect. At the time the incredible intensity of new discoveries while still safely under the wings of our parents is lost on us. Eighteen years old breaking free in the smallest way and learning the joy of sexual tension can't be relived but is often remembered.
It was that time of year again, our family trip to the colonial house. A One hundred year old mansion on the shore of diamond lake that we had been visiting for as long as I could remember. My parents my little brother and I have built a network of friends who share a similar destination year after year. We only saw each other that one week but our friendships were as tight as any could be. This year held a first for me, with a few great strokes of luck my girlfriend and I had both managed to sway permission from our parents for her to join us. Nothing could have put a bigger smile on my face then that one.
Looking up into the rear view mirror, I had been promoted to "driver" for the ride up. Not so much a promotion for me as an excuse for dad to pass out dead asleep 15 minutes into the drive in the front passenger seat. Erica had found herself pushed all the way back to the third row of the SUV behind my mom and brother. As far from me as she could be and still be in the same car. As the drive wore on, and the realization struck that I was the only one with a clear view without turning around, the ride got more interesting. Erica's long curly black hair had captivated me from the first time I had seen her. Normally I wouldn't consider dark hair "My thing" but the intense shine of it was pure sex. It stirred something in me like a freshly polished black sports car.
"Nothing more beautiful and nothing more difficult to maintain" I thought to myself as my eyes drifted from black curls to black eyes.
Watching her smile at me through the mirror was distraction enough but the slight change in her expression escaped me at first. I struggled to share time between watching the road and watching the mirror as her eyes fluttered lightly. The blood drained from my brain to between my legs at the realization that she was letting her hands wander. I tipped the mirror, watching her hands scoop up her pert b cup squeezing tight through her tank, raking her flesh. My brain was screaming to touch that skin, the top of her breast bulging up from the tank tops lacy fringe.
Taking a deep breath concentrating on the road struggling desperately to keep my heart from pounding through my chest, my cock pressed uncomfortably into my shorts, the seatbelt knifing into my flesh. Another deep breath, another tilt of the mirror and her hands had drifted lower. Kneading the firm muscles of her inner thighs, Glowing Latin skin stretched taught by her pressing hands.
RRROOOOOAAARRR of rumble strips and a yank of the wheel bringing the car back to its lane.
"mmmpph, ready for me to take over eh..." my dad said as he was brought abruptly awake.
Trying desperately to calm flushed skin, one more glance to the mirror at a giggling Erica. I concentrated completely on the road until the next exit. Willing the obvious excitement between my legs to subside.
Part II
My worst fears materialized when we got to the Colonial House. Two bedrooms on the first floor either side of long narrow hallways with those terrible creaking groaning hardwood floors. My parents settling in one room, Erica directed to the room opposite theirs. No chance of sneaking in or out of that hall in the middle of the night. There was just no way to do it without waking the whole house. A few of those trips bringing in luggage trying either side of the hall, straddling the baseboards, right down the center, nothing worked. My hopes for long nights stolen away sharing the bed were dashed completely.
On the bright side, the weather was stunning. Mid eighties bright blue sky dark blue water powdery sand on the beach and all we had to do was get settled in before walking out the back door, a few steps and it would be ours to enjoy. My brother, dad and I were already on the beach enjoying the heat of the day when mom and Erica strolled out. Barely a second glance until Erica let her sundress slip off her shoulders. The beach seemed to go suddenly quiet. The bikini was striking not so much in color but coverage. The satin black material set off against her smooth Latin skin, my jaw dropped, she was stunning the silence cast a vote of agreement from everyone within view.
Dropping her beach towel alongside mine my eyes were locked on her, taking in every curve, the smoothness of her skin where it disappeared beneath each edge of her suit had me completely overwhelmed. The bottle of suntan lotion being pushed into my hand only partially retrieved my wandering mind from the day dream. As she pulled her long black hair over her shoulder exposing her shoulders it finally struck me, this was no day dream. Watching a small pool of the lotion collect on her shoulders before massaging it in... adding a second puddle a little lower on her back repeating the long slow spreading, massaging it well into her skin before looking down at her lower back, knowing that this time my hands would be running along the edge of her bikini bottoms my heart skipped a beat.
Erica leaned forward so her chest was resting on her knees, her hips splayed beneath her... her bottom rotated with her hips drawing down her backside giving me a stunning view between her cheeks. My throat choked up, she didn't have a hint of hair down the back of her bikini... we had joked about Brazilian waxes, this was definitely no joke. Running the lotion along the edge of her suit, nudging it a bit lower still, blocking out the fact that the rest of my family was sitting around us. Mom clearing her throat shook my mind free from the fantasy of dipping my hands into her bottoms.
Between the water, jet ski rentals and wandering the beach, Erica was never short on sun tan lotion. The highlights of course included making sure the back of her legs were well covered... the watchful eyes of my family making sure that nothing to invasive occurred... my mind reeled with all the attention I was giving and not quite enough to satisfy the desires I had. Not to mention all the time I had to spend sitting on my towel waiting for the physical evidence of my excitement to subside.
In a moment of poor supervision I found my way to applying yet another coating of the thick white lotion to her thighs. Pushing thick beads up along her thighs, working along the outer skin, then the smooth inner. My mind filled with the look in her eyes while she rubbed her own legs in the back of the car. Erica spread her legs ever so slightly as my hands pushed steadily higher. Stretching her skin beneath my palms, I swear I could hear her lips part beneath her suit. Her deep breathing into crossed arms spurring me on, thumbs either side of the crotch of her suit. Pulling her skin firmly away, watching those tender folds just come into view as I circled my fingers together just grazing that puffy skin. The folds disappearing again. Repeating over and over, surely she wouldn't burn here, her hips ground down into the sand in rhythm with my circling hands. Pressing her hips firmly into the beach towel each time around.
