The first time I went away on vacation alone with my girlfriend proved to be an eye-opener to say the least for this young man. Michelle was nineteen, a tall five-nine, with a beautifully-proportioned figure featuring long legs and a full heart-shaped ass which looked great in her bikini. Her eyes had a mesmeric quality, bright green and dazzling beneath a strawberry-blonde sweeping mane, complimented by her high cheekbones and full lips. She had a smile to match her eyes for illumination and I'd be lying if I didn't admit that her full breasts were the cherry, or cherries, on the cake.
I was a happy bloke to enjoy such a fine fun creature's company so I was more than eager to get away for a fortnight with her to somewhere warm and sunny and requiring much less clothing.
We booked up to the Canary Islands in Southern Europe and headed down there for an exciting holiday. We spent a great time in Gran Canaria's south, hitting the bars and clubs til the small hours and recovering on the vast expanses of golden beaches during the day. Naturally, there was a frenzy of lovemaking every night and my carnal knowledge of Michelle grew considerably.
Until the holiday we had been going out some nine months; I knew she'd had two boyfriends before me and that she'd slept with both. I kept my own conquests to myself, as most blokes do, lying about five or so 'meaningless' flings.
Michelle was as enthusiastic about sex as she was about life and twice during our stay I found myself dragged onto our balcony at night for some passionate fun. I even sat there quite happily one morning sipping water while she blew me before breakfast.
Down on the beach I began to notice she'd get frisky late afternoon, commenting on other sunbathers and occasionally trying to get me aroused with a grope or sexy talk or even a flash of her lightly-trimmed pussy, daring to tug her bikini aside and bare her full, meaty pussy lips and bush.
Towards the end of our vacation she did as many other girls on the beach did, and went topless. For me it was quite a buzz to see those big firm tits out in the open. The white bits only heightened the idea of illicit exposure and her large rubbery nipples seemed always erect, two little pink cones capping off her luscious mounds.
It was the first time Michelle had gone topless and for those final three afternoons she couldn't wait to get her top off. Like other blokes, I was a bit peeved at first by the attention she got but soon relaxed into the whole 'you look at mine and I'll look at yours' atmosphere. Everyone on the busy beach was cool about partial nudity.
The real fun was to be had in the dunes behind the beach, as everyone got to know when you visited there - the place was officially clothing-optional which mean full nudity and often on our way down to the seafront we'd catch sight of naked bodies among the sandy rises.
So on our last day it was no surprise to here my fun livewire of a girl suggest we walk back up to our apartments via the dunes just to see what it was all about.
She swaggered off topless ahead of me, enjoying the attention she got wearing just her small white and black print bikini bottoms. By the time we were in amongst the dunes there were naked bodies everywhere, the majority I reckoned were men wandering around. It took a bit of getting used to and trying not to stare. There were quite a few older people but eventually I began to spot some youthful bodies here and there, basking in the sun or standing around.
Michelle constantly would gasp or hold her breath trying not to laugh. She would clinging to my arm and I could feel her gorgeous breasts rubbing against my skin as we made our way through the sands. I was feeling a familiar throb in my shorts now that I was feeling more comfortable with the area and had noticed two really hot women - one stunning slim blonde I took to be German who had a completely shaven pussy fully on display between spread legs while her boyfriend slept beside her. She even smiled as we walked past. I tried my best to look her in the eye and thanked the heavens that my shades allowed me a good look at that tight smooth pussy from only a few yards away.
The place was full of little natural stone bunkers, built in a circular fashion some two to three feet high for some sunbathing privacy. At the foot of the steeper dunes they were larger and built higher - up to my chest at some points. This meant that you would come round the edge of a dune and suddenly find a bunker in front of you with no idea if it was inhabited or not. They all had openings onto the sands through which you would soon find out if they were occupied. However, it was not until you were level or in the entrance yourself that you'd see anyone if they were lying or sitting down.
We did this on one occasion and it was startling to find a lone guy in there playing with himself. He was dark haired, well tanned and maybe slightly overweight but built big enough to carry it. Spotted by us, he looked a bit awkward. Michelle made an audible gasp of shock and I mumbled a vague apology as I turned her away and strode past.
Michelle laughed, "Oh, did you see the size of his dick?"
I hadn't really, just kind of noted a sizeable piece of meat in his fist, so I reckoned he was not unhappy in that department.
"It was huge," Michelle said, glancing back.
"Was it?" I looked back too, only to see him poke his head above the bunker wall.
Michelle laughed and said, "Maybe we should have stayed and given him something to jerk over. . ."
"He might have been gay," I smiled. "You want him to get hot over me?" She punched me playfully on the arm and squealed, "No way! That thing wouldn't be wasted on some hairy guy. A girl could have fun with it. . ."
"Oh yeah? You like them big?"
"Yours is big enough Andy, don't worry."
I laughed. "You got enough experience to comment on that?"
