I was staying with a cousin of mine in a house her parents had on the beach in an area of Spain called the delta de l'Ebre. The delta is a large extension of land that has been laid down by the sediments of the river Ebre as it flows into the Med.
Anyway the point is that there are some wonderful beaches on the edges of the delta with some of the best sands and dunes you can find. That year the dunes were truly spectacular and I was staying with my cousin Marta to take advantage of the great weather, the chance to get a great tan and also the hot night life in the towns around the delta.
One particular day we had gone off to the beach as soon as we had woken up after a very exciting evening at the local open air disco. It was early afternoon so we made a quick salad and had lunch at the beach.
We drove there on the small motos that everyone owned at that time in Spain (no helmets, no controls, very little law at all). We had gone to one particular part of a long sandy beach that was my favourite. It was called "la platja de dues mares" locally. This means the beach with two seas. The reason was that it was a spit of land that sticks out into the sea and has the med breaking on one side and the cool calm waters of the bay on the other.
We arrived and had lunch and then got down to some serious sunbathing. We had a small cassette with us and were listening to music and chatting as we soaked up the sun.
We were both topless, I always prefer this and it is actually the norm on most Spanish beaches. After a while we heard the noise of some cars and looked up to see two car loads of people motoring down the sandy track towards us.
I am no prude and neither is Marta but we automatically grabbed the tops to our bikinis and put them on before the cars stopped. It's funny but on a crowded beach in Salou, for example, I am quite happy to stay topless all the time, chat to people topless, go to the bar on the beach topless etc. But on a quiet local beach it seems improper and perhaps asking for trouble. This is even more odd if you consider that the beach where we were is one of many considered to be nudist beaches and in fact we had seen quite a few naked men (usually homosexuals, curiously enough) on the way to our spot.
The car stopped and a group of guys and girls got out. We knew them, they were mainly Marta's friends and had been with them the night before. They all installed themselves alongside us and we instantly had a sort of party atmosphere. This was great, though a little trying as we had had more than enough partying during the week before. Still, you are only young once right?
The afternoon went on and we had a lot of fun, we were with a fun group and were having a good time, there was only really one thing wrong. The boy that I really liked, Aaron, wasn't there. He was a normal part of this group and I had really liked him from when I had first seen him a week before, a couple of years older than me he had been at several of the nights out we had had in the last week. Not all, he was working after all, but enough to get me really interested.
He was quite tall, heavily built, not to the extent of being a sort of body builder but just really well muscled. He had told me he had played American football in an amateur team in Barcelona when he had been studying.
He wasn't what you could say really good looking but he had a sparkly sense of humour, liked poking fun at me and had nice hands. Nice hands? Yes, that's important. I can't stand a guy who chews his nails.
His absence from the group took the shine off the whole afternoon for me. After a while I picked up my things and told Marta I was going over to the other side, to the side of the bay, the quiet side. She was having a great time and just said ok. I walked over to the road, started my moto and rode it, standing up on the pedals because the seat would have burnt my ass cheeks, about three hundred meters further down the track and then onto a lovely quiet area of beach. I set out all my things and took my top off again. A little more tanning oil and I was set.
I must have been there for a good hour vaguely listening to the music from my group of friends in the distance when I again heard a motor. It was Marta, she stopped her moto next to mine, she was sitting properly on hers as she had put her shorts on, and put it on its stand. Then she sat down next to me.
"I've got some good news," she said.
"Ah yes?" I answered. "What's up?"
She took a deep breath and then explained. Apparently the boy she liked, Raul, had finally found his courage and asked her to meet him this evening for something to eat before we hit the clubs, great news this as Marta had been despairing of him ever finding the strength to chase her hard enough.
"Then... secondly..." she paused and from a white plastic bag produced a couple of ice creams.
"Oh great, thanks a bunch," I told her and I gave her a kiss. From the smile on her face I could tell there was more. Peeling the paper from my ice cream I asked her, "Ok what else?"
She smiled even more and looked back over her shoulder, "Who do you think that is on his bicycle?" she asked me. I look around her and saw a figure cycling leisurely towards us. He looked familiar...
"NO, it isn't, is it?" I asked her.
She laughed at me and replied, "Yep it is, he looked so sad when he couldn't see you. He brought the ice creams for all of us and I handed them out with such a hang dog expression. None of us said anything but when he was left with an extra one I suggested he gave it to me and I would bring it down here to you. Then I drove off and left him gaping. I think he got the hint, don't you?"
By then Aaron had almost got to where we were. "Hey," Marta said. "Aren't you going to..." and she waved a hand in the direction of my breasts.
"Oh I don't know," I replied, "maybe he should see what he's getting."
Her eyes opened and she giggled. "Slut!" she said.
Aaron was just arriving. He looked hot but gorgeous, he had on a pair of beach shorts and a white shirt that was almost completely open. His eyes were hidden by his sunglasses but I was busy admiring what I could see of the rest of him. He dropped his bike in the sand and sat down next to us.
"So here you are, I thought you hadn't come to the beach today." He looked a little puffed but excused himself saying, "my car is in the garage so I cycled here."
As he said it his gaze travelled over me and stopped. I knew where it had stopped even though he had his sunglasses on. My breasts are not large, not impressive like Marta's, they are quite small but really very well formed (well that's what I have been told). My nipples are quite normal but prone to be hard, as indeed they were then with the soft wind blowing over them, and Aaron in front of me.
Finally when Marta had slowly looked from him to me and back again he snapped out of it. "Oh errr sorry," he mumbled. That was nice, normally Spanish men see so many tits over the summer that they never show any reaction, that he did was a compliment.
We sat there and a few waves rolled lazily up the beach to the edge of my towel. We were all silent.
"Do you know what, I think someone is calling me," Marta suddenly said. She looked down at me and smiled, "I really have to go." So she did.
To his credit he didn't even glance at Marta's lovely curves as she got up, dusted herself off and got back on her moto. "See you both later," she called as she drove off. The silence came back.
"Don't you have a towel?" I asked him, he shook his head. I hopped off mine and turned it sideways so he could sit on half of it.
"Thanks a lot." He stood up, brushed his shorts off and sat down next to me, his shorts touching me, our elbows colliding occasionally. We started chatting, inconsequential chit chat but again his sparkly sense of humour came out and he made me laugh.
I am not a touchy feely person and I hate the girls who are, you know, the ones who take any excuse to touch a guy's arm or leg, to "make contact" but with Aaron I couldn't resist touching his arm when I laughed, or leaning into his shoulder when he was talking.
It was getting late but was still hot. Finally he took off his shirt. He had great shoulders with big bunches of muscle. Being quite fair haired, he wasn't deeply tanned like me. He had a light tan and was quite red.
The old ones are the best so... yes you guessed it, I offered to put oil on his shoulders. He accepted so he turned his back to me and I knelt on the towel behind him to smooth the oil onto his skin. It felt so good to have my hands on him, firmly smoothing the oil over his muscles.
I did the top of his back, his shoulders and the back of his neck. With the excess oil I ran my hands quickly down the front of his chest, rubbing the oil off them and by chance the ends of my nipples brushed against his back. (Well by chance is all I am going to admit to so you will have to just speculate on the rest.)
As he felt me touch him he jumped a little, perhaps he had been hoping for just that and when it happened he had been surprised, I don't know. He turned back towards me and thanked me nicely with a big smile. I handed him the bottle and told him he could do the rest himself, I couldn't make things too easy for him!
As he did his chest, face and legs I lay down as best as I could on my front and watched him. The conversation didn't stop and it seemed a natural part of it that he then offered to do my back for me.
