Shortly after getting settled in the motel room we'd reserved, the friend I'd come with received a text. He left shortly afterward to join the rest of the lacrosse team that had also come to spend spring break on the beach. I hadn't expected him to ditch me, so I puttered around the room for a while. I took a shower, shaved my face, even though I really didn't need to. I added some gel to my short strawberry blonde hair and tried not to part it so severely to one side. But it always wanted to lay that way, which left me looking much younger than my 19 years. I slipped into a clean pair of briefs, baggy cargo shorts, and a t-shirt. Just before stepping out the door, I grabbed the keycard to my room, my phone, wallet and stepped into my boat shoes.
The sun was just starting to set as I stepped onto the outdoor walkway or a 3rd-floor room. It was warm and slightly humid, which was a welcome change from the chilly weather at school. The music I heard was coming from the direction of the beach only a few blocks away. I worked my way off of the motel grounds and toward the beach. There were big crowds of people walking on both sides of the road and cars packed with college students were slowly cruising down the narrow street. I felt like I was the only person there that wasn't included in a group.
When I arrived at the beach, I could see a huge crowd of people mobbed in front of a stage. I wasn't familiar with the music the band was playing, but I joined the crowd and began cheering along with them. Even though I started at the back of the crowd, I soon found myself surrounded by my cheering peers.
After the sun had fully set and the band had played several songs, I began thinking about returning to my room. Standing alone in the dark, surrounded by a crowd is a very discomforting feeling. Just when I was about to turn and leave, I felt a presence move in close behind me. It was as if whoever had stepped so close to me, had done so on purpose. The music of the band was loud, but not so loud that a conversation couldn't be held without shouting. She leaned in close to my ear and I smelled her before I heard her. Her musky perfume filled my senses and made me shiver. I'd never smelled anything so sexy. Her low, sultry voice sent a chill up my spine. "This band is really good."
Looking back over my shoulder I was greeted by a woman, not a girl. A woman who was at least 20 years my senior. She stood several inches taller with a very fit build. The flowery print top she wore left her arms and shoulders exposed which had more muscle definition than any of my roommate's friends on the lacrosse team. The white skirt she wore hung to just below her knees and left her muscular calves exposed. Her wavy, dark-brown hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. She had a very pretty face and wore minimal make-up. I bit my lower lip and nodded my head stupidly in response to her statement. I turned back around and prayed she wouldn't leave.
The next song the band played must've been very popular. Everyone in the crowd began pumping their fists in the air to the beat of the music. I joined in and began pumping my skinny arm in the air along with all the other people.
It happened quickly. I felt this woman lay her hands on my hips and then quickly slide them up under my shirt and drag her fingernails from my collar bones to the top of my shorts. My penis became erect in an instant. I'd never had anyone touch me like that before. I had no clue how to respond. I decided to act like it didn't happen. After a few moments, she did it again. This time letting her fingers trace my collar bones, ribs, gently pinch my nipples and finally come to rest on my hip bones. She left her hands on my hips while I tried not to do something stupid like spin around and ask her what she was doing. I didn't want to upset her.
Just before that song ended, she took hold of the bottom of my t-shirt and began to lift it up. Higher and higher it came until I had to make a decision: confront her or simply raise my arms. I chose the latter. Raising both arms up high, she pulled my shirt up over my head and off my arms. I'm not the type of guy who goes without a shirt. I've always been rather skinny with fair skin and only wisps of thin, strawberry blonde body hair. But having this strange woman pull my shirt off was a freeing feeling. I suddenly felt alive and electric. And the crazy thing was, no one around us even noticed what had happened! When I turned my head, I couldn't help but smile as I watched her slip my shirt into the bag she wore over her shoulder.
The next song started and the crowd came alive once again. Fists began pumping into the air and the crowd tightened around us. The woman behind me rested her hands on my hips and I felt her warm breath on my neck and ear. She slowly and teasingly slipped the index finger of each hand under the waistband of my shorts. Moving her hands toward each other across the front of my body made goosebumps pop up all over my body. As her hands got closer to each other and the front of my shorts, I unintentionally pushed my hips back against her. I heard her moan as her hands met each other. Her fingers briefly brushed across my underpants right over my super stiff penis. I swear I'd never been so horny before!
Her muscular arms kept my hips pulled back against her body while her fingers slowly undid the button on my shorts. I looked up over my shoulder and before I could utter a single word, she kissed me. Her tongue shot into my mouth and kissed me with a level of passion I never knew possible. While distracting me with that kiss, her hands quickly lowered the zipper of my shorts and spread them wide open. With that task accomplished, she dragged one hand up along my body until she held my neck. She continued to kiss me while slowly sliding her other hand under the band of my briefs and downward until she cradled my insanely stiff penis in her hand. She didn't move her hand at all, she simply held my small penis and balls in her large, strong hand.
When our kiss broke, I was left gasping for air surrounded my hundreds, if not thousands of people. She lowered her hand from my neck pinched first one of my nipples and then the other. That hand soon slid down my body until the thumb had slipped under the waistband of both my shorts and briefs. About that same time, she'd released my penis and positioned that hand similarly on my opposite hip. I knew what she planned to do. I took hold of her wrists to keep them from stripping me naked. I looked back up over my shoulder, shook my head from side to side and silently begged her to stop what she was about to do.
She smiled down at me, kissed me quickly on the lips and responded by nodding her head. Even with my hands on her wrists, I wasn't strong enough to stop her from lowering my shorts and briefs. I know I was blushing like crazy when the stiff prong of my pink penis popped free of my shorts. I struggled to stop her, but I was no match. When it dawned on me that my penis was out for all to see, I released her wrists and quickly covered myself with both hands. This allowed her the opportunity to lower my shorts far enough that they fell to my ankles.
Leaning in close, she licked my ear seductively and stated loud enough for me to hear over the music and crowd surrounding us, "Step out of your shorts and shoes."
Knowing people should be gawking at the naked boy standing in the crowd, I looked around. But I didn't see anyone looking my way. Everyone was staring straight ahead at the band on stage. Feeling like I was about to cry with shame, but more aroused then I'd ever been before in my life, I slowly slipped my foot from my shoe, out of my shorts and stepped out onto the warm sand of the beach.
Licking my ear again while dragging her fingernails from my collar bones to midway down my bare thighs, she said, "That's a good boy. Now the other."
Biting my lip hard while cupping my hands over my throbbing penis, I felt so embarrassed! But I did as I'd been told and slipped my other foot free of my clothes. Her hands moved to my sides and slid all the way down my legs. She picked up my shorts, briefs, and shoes from the sand and quickly put them in the bag with my shirt. She rose up behind me and laid her hands on my hips, pulling my butt back against her hips. She began to grind herself against me in time to the music. Having her hold me in that manner was somewhat reassuring. I felt safe with her so near. It's odd, I didn't even know her name. But I somehow knew she'd protect me if needed.
After bashfully dancing along with her for half a song, while still cupping my hands over my penis, she let her fingers begin to explore my body once again. This time her hands wandered up and down my front, while intentionally avoiding my hands and penis. They also explored my back and bottom. With my butt still pressed back against her hips, she could only fondle my cheeks so much. But while she did, she leaned in and moaned into my ear, "If I had a cock, I'd be fucking you right here, right now." She emphasized the word 'cock' by thrusting her hips against my backside.
