Martha stepped out into the almost-dark of the early morning, feeling very daring without her swimsuit. She stretched, her arms going back behind her body, pulling her breasts taut and feeling -- just so aware of -- her nakedness. It really was very early to be up and so unlike what she would do back in England. For her early, let alone so early, would have been unheard of and completely out of character for she was normally a stay-in-bed, quite content to dose beneath the covers and not getting up until she absolutely had to; but today was different. Martha listened but there was no sound, no human sound, but then came the whirr of an insect -- the sound of the world just thinking of waking up. Martha moved out onto the patio and poolside of the holiday villa. The air was warm, as warm as the night before: so very different from Manchester back in England where the rain seemed interminable day on day and, certainly this summer, looking back over July the weather had been disappointing.
Her plan, a plan hatched the night before, was to get up really early without waking anyone (done), leave the villa naked (done), wander around the patio and bit of garden naked (underway), go for a skinny dip in the pool and then lie on one of the sun loungers as the sun came up masturbating to a fantasy in her head before putting her swimsuit on, having another dip and waiting for her family to get up and have breakfast. She had lain in bed the night before, fingers playing, imagining the warm sun on her sex and deciding on her plan. The prospect had been exciting.
The swim was good. Slipping into the water without her black (or red) swimsuit on or her pink bikini had been deliciously naughty. Just looking down and seeing the water lap at her naked sex had seemed both daring and wanton. It felt different swimming in the nude, no constriction and a consequent feeling of freedom. With nothing to hold her breasts still, they bobbed about a little in the water; Martha gave them a squeeze - she did feel sexy and so naughty like this. And sex was on her mind, looking at her breasts made her think of men, what would it be like to be in the water with a naked man, if her breasts moved about so freely what would his penis and balls do? Move all over the place she thought - she'd like to see that and watch as he swam through the water, nice little narrow bottom just above the water, strong arms and legs working and that sooo interesting organ just hanging there, glimpsed as he turned or visible beneath his bottom as his legs opened and closed in breaststroke. She would, of course, like to reach out and hold it, feel it respond and move in her hand.
Twenty lengths later (it wasn't a very big pool) she pulled herself out and stood, in the half light, looking around at all she remembered from the day before, feeling the warmth of the early morning; there was no hurry about drying herself and she wandered about a little enjoying the feel of her nakedness before roughly towelling herself dry - though not, of course, the already developing wetness between her legs (that felt sooo good). The sun was almost showing itself, there was an orange glow over the adjoining villa, and it was time to move onto the next stage of her plan - a spell on a sun lounger. Luckily the villas were well separated, so there was no overlooking and certainly not any chance of being seen where the sun loungers were. Her fingers ran through the hair where her thighs joined, seeking the little valley, and then she brushed her clit with her fingers in anticipation - it would certainly not do to be seen by neighbours doing what she had in mind. Her little fantasy was already in draft in her head, ready for her to spread her thighs wide, wide open for the sun, to feel its warmth heating her as her fingers teased and probed. She had the startings of the fantasy in her mind but had not explored it as yet; she wanted it fresh and sexy in her head as she wanked. It involved the big black boy she'd seen on the beach yesterday, only she was going to have two boys in her fantasy, one in a white swimming costume (just like the boy's - it had looked so good, as had the bulge in it; not an erection unfortunately - how cool would that have been, seeing his cock poking out of the waistband!) and the other in a...
Her fantasy was starting to get warmed up as she dropped the towel and walked towards the sun loungers, when she heard a noise from the next-door villa of someone breathing quickly -- a totally unexpected and unwelcome interruption. At first she could not believe it. How could anyone else be up at this hour? How dare he/she spoil her plan! She crept over to the wall and peered over. Cool or cool!!! Not a disaster after all. It was the boy from the next-door villa; she'd passed him on the road, going into that villa the day before though she hadn't spoken to him. He was on a sun lounger and (wow) like Martha he had not put a swimsuit on and was completely naked but, better still, he was wanking, yes the way boys did (she understood) with his fist going up and down the shaft of his penis. (she had not seen that before). She stared, enthralled and excited (her hand rubbed her sex) for a good minute. Should she wait before he came (she'd never seen that) and then announce her presence? Talk about coitus interruptus! Well, not coitus but wankus interruptus (or whatever the Latin was. That was not a word in her Latin textbook certainly). She imagined the boy, suddenly disturbed, frantically trying to hide an ejaculating cock (wow. How long did an ejaculation go on for, what was it like? Would she be able to see it?), as it went everywhere (if that's how it was).
"Hello," she said simply. The way he jumped up from the sun lounger was sooo amusing, first looking wildly at her and then for something to cover him - for his erection was standing, bobbing around, in front of him (sooo amusing, but sooo interesting), pointing first one way and then the other as he searched around but there was no towel or anything to hand. Martha bit her lip; despite the half-light she was getting a really good look at it, shiny head and all.
"I had a swim too," Martha said. Despite her delight at this unexpected vision, she wanted to spare his embarrassment, for she was a little sorry for him, and admitted, "I was going to do just what you are doing but then I heard you."
The boy gaped.
"I'm Martha, come over here and shake hands so we can introduce ourselves properly."
At first undecided, clearly still shocked by being discovered, the boy decided he might as well comply and came across, climbing over the wall, his erection still half showing but now dropping away in his embarrassment.
"Er, Ben," he said and held out his hand. Martha took it, conscious that, moments before, it had been exercising his organ (cool).
"Martha," she replied, "isn't it lovely this early in the morning, so beautifully warm yet still not light." She was trying to sound normal, just conversational. Poor boy he was sooo embarrassed.
Ben was quite clearly looking at her, looking at her nakedness, looking at her breasts and the vee of fine blond curls not really hiding her little girl's slit. She stared too at his now subsided cock. What would it be like to have one of those always hanging in front of you, quite a nuisance she supposed, but wasn't it sooo interesting!
He answered, "Yeah, I like the morning. I've been getting up early all week."
"Wanking every morning. Wow!"
Ben looked embarrassed again, "Er, sort of..."
"How do you do sort of?" asked Martha mischievously.
"Yeah, well - yes, I mean."
"Cool. I've only just arrived, day before yesterday. Did you think the same as I did how fun and cool it would be to get up without clothes and come out here and walk around, swim and wank?"
Ben was clearly taken aback by a girl's easy use of the word, 'wank.'
"Yeah. Just like that. I am sorry; I didn't know you were there. Never heard anybody before."
"Come on let's go to my sun loungers and wank together."
"Huh?"
"It'd be really cool, I can watch you and you can watch me."
The idea obviously appealed, Ben's cock was rising again. Martha's mouth opened.
"Wow Ben, how'd you do that? Don't you have to touch it?"
"No Martha, if I think about sex up it comes." He was embarrassed again.
"Could be embarrassing on the beach in a swimsuit." She was thinking of her fantasy, the black boy and the white swimsuit and his erect cock poking out of the waistband.
"Yeah, well, I take emergency measures, lie on my front 'til it comes down."
"Suppose it's like my nipples, they go all hard, see?" and she lifted her breasts to show Ben.
"They're really nice, Martha, you've got really nice ti... nice breasts, I mean, yeah and nipples. You've got really big, um whatever the brown discs around you're nipples are called. I like them.
Martha was pleased; she'd actually been rather self-conscious of her big areolae crowning her breasts, so much bigger than her friends.
They were sitting on the loungers now. Ben was recovering, getting bolder now.
"You start, I've already had a long session."
It was one thing the idea of session wanking together, it was quite another to actually do it, and the more so solo, in front of a boy or indeed anyone. Martha was pleased she was already excited (hard nipples and a certain familiar soppiness between her legs) - her body was already underway. "Oh, OK then." She bit her lip and raised her hands to her breasts and began fondling them, her fingers lightly brushing the undersides up to the nipples. She stared at Ben's cock -- hey there was no need for her fantasy.
Ben in his turn was staring wide eyed at Martha's hands working her breasts, playing with her nipples; his eyes flicked to her patch of curly fair hair, her pink slit showing through, before returning to her breasts. Martha's fingers were tweaking her nipples now. Ben swallowed hard as she put her fingers in her mouth, wetting them, before returning to a nipple and moistening it. She in turn was still looking at his cock and was delighted when Ben's hand went to it and gently started moving the foreskin (oh yes she knew all about the anatomy). Her right hand moved downwards to stroke her slit. In a moment she would be letting her hand go between her thighs, she'd need to spread them a bit, and it was with a mixture of embarrassment and wanton excitement that she knew this would, given the sun's rays were now touching her legs, reveal all to Ben. She would have this naked, wanking boy looking at her sex and all her private folds, her vagina and clit - even her bottom hole (definitely embarrassing - even gross). It didn't stop her and it was very clear Ben wanted to look - he was moving to see. Slowly Martha lay back on the lounger and opened her thighs, not just a little bit as she had first intended but wider and wider, exposing herself fully to this naked boy from next door and the warm rays of the rising sun - just as her plan had required (a plan now somewhat changed - but plans should change in the light of developments and unexpected happenings).
Martha's fingers touched herself, her eyes closing. Oh yes, she was wet all right, her fingers played, circling her sex, teasing herself. She opened her eyes, Ben had lent even closer and his fist was slowly moving up and down his cock. A thought came to Martha, was she tempting him too much? What if he lost control and forced himself on her. The idea both repelled and excited her. What would it be like to have that cock inside her? She'd like that but only with her permission and she couldn't give that, she wasn't on the pill and they didn't have any of those 'things'.
"No touching," she said.
Ben looked disappointed.
"We are just wanking together, friendly like, and shouldn't you be lying down, as you were before?"
"I like watching you Martha, and... oh yeah!"
The idea of a cock inside her had made her the more excited and she had brought her fingers together and had just pushed them into her. It was this insertion that had caused Ben's (verbal) ejaculation.
"Now you be quiet, I need to concentrate."
