A New Experience
By Dawn R
My second attempt at a story from a male perspective. My first was "A Nerdy Cousin." Comments please. There are some Scottish and Swedish colloquialisms. Look them up is you need to.
I looked down as I stumbled slightly stepping off the rocky path onto the beach. Only a short ride after I had stopped to eat my bread and cheese lunch, I got off my bicycle to admire the view of the nearest island. From the same headland I had spied this hidden cove with its golden sand and shimmering blue sea. It was day two of my first trip to Greece and I was already blown away. I put a padlocked chain on my bike, grabbed my beach bag and immediately started down the steep descent it looked too inviting to refuse.
As I looked up, I was startled to see two girls on the beach before me. One was lying down on a towel but the nearer one just fifteen feet away was bent over at the waist arranging her belongings. She was naked, absolutely naked, and perfect. Her back was to me, and her feet were maybe a foot apart. Her legs were slightly bent to allow her to reach forward easily with the result I was looking straight at her naked vagina.
I don't know if the reaction came from my brain or something more immediate, lower in my body, but I felt my cock squirm in the confinement of my bicycle shorts. I just stood there looking until a movement by the girl lying down facing me caught my eye. The first girl straightened up with a swirl of her long light blonde hair and turned to face me. The view just got better. She was tall and slender with nice round tits and pointy nipples, and these were topped after a moments' scrutiny with a warm smile.
"Hi! Come and join us. I'm Gotilda and this is Parvati," she said indicating the girl lying on what I now saw was a full beach sheet, "We're Swedish."
That much I had already gathered from her distinctive accent. I hoped that from this distance my scrutiny of her body had not been too obvious.
She continued to look at me with that broad smile making little hand motions to summon me to them. It took me a moment and then, of course, I joined them. Gotilda sat down once she saw I was coming. I put down my bag, pulled off my rather sweaty T-shirt and dropped it on the bag. I wasn't sure what to do next, but Gotilda pulled lightly on the edge on my shorts and said, "Take them off. They are wet and disgusting."
She was right but I hesitated a moment. I don't wear anything under my bike shorts. They have their own lining. Summoning all my courage I gripped the sides with both hands and slid them down to my ankles in one swift movement. My penis bounced out, a little chubby but no worse than that, thank goodness.
"Is it safe to swim here?" I asked as if that was all that was on my mind.
"Of course, come on we'll join you." She stood up and started walking towards the water. As I started to follow her, Parvati got up and took my arm. As I watched Gotilda's tall golden tanned body my eyes were drawn to her perfect bum and the recent image of her vagina perfectly framed and beckoning from between those parted cheeks filled my mind. That and the unaccustomed feel of a female hand on my forearm had an effect on me. Suddenly I was conscious of a hardening in my penis, and it was rising in front of me, and I heard Parvati give a wee giggle.
Two more strides and I felt the water on my toes; two more and I dived in. For a moment the water felt freezing on my hot skin. The beach shelved steeply and after just a few strokes I could no longer touch the bottom. The feeling was both exhilarating and terrifying; not because I was out of my depth, but because here I was a twenty-year-old virgin. I had never been naked in front of a girl before and these weren't girls, they were fully grown women at least a few years older than me. So, I suppose I was out of my depth just in a different sense.
We swam around for about fifteen minutes jut smiling and laughing, not saying anything and then both girls got out and started walking back. I checked everything was back in place and got out and followed them. They sat down and were watching me as I walked, and I saw Parvati whisper something and they both laughed. That had to be about my partial erection, didn't it? Thankfully I kept my composure.
I knew from showers and the locker room that I am on the larger size as least in my flaccid state. I also knew my full erection was significantly bigger. I might be a virgin but that was because I was something of an introvert and had gone to an all boys boarding school. Of course, I'd met girls, but I tended to treat them as goddesses rather than flesh and blood, who might enjoy some intimate contact. There was nothing wrong with my sex drive. I masturbated anything up to five times a day.
"So, tell us about yourself. You haven't even told us your name yet," demanded Gotilda, "where are you from?"
"Sorry, I'm James... James Glover. I live in Edinburgh in Scotland."
"Ha! I knew it," She looked very pleased, "I had a Scottish boyfriend the summer I was seventeen. Your accent is like his somewhere between David Tennant and Sean Connery without the lisp of course. Tell us more."
I was about to do so when I remembered that a couple of years ago a girl had told me that the thing that she hated about boys was they always talked on and on about what interested them. I had by good luck asked her about something in her life and she said that was 'refreshing'. I liked her a lot but never broached the subject of sex. She was a girl and a good friend but never really a girlfriend even though at the time I fantasized about it.
"I'm not that interesting. Why don't you both tell me about yourselves and what brought you here?"
They exchanged a look and Gotilda said, "We're just good friends if you were wondering. Our husbands like to go on a golf holiday in Spain for a month once a year and we usually go with them and go to the beach. This year they aren't near a beach, so we decided to come to Greece for a change."
I was glad to find that as time passed being naked began to feel quite normal, even though once or twice I caught the girls eyeing my cock. At one point Parvati pulled a phone from her bag and indicated I should stand beside Gotilda. After a moment I did, and she took a few photos. Then she had us move over to where the rocks were and positioned her phone so on a timer it could take photos of the three of us. Despite my best efforts I found my cock was now sticking out in front of me almost at a ninety-degree angle to my body. Parvati just kept resetting the timer. I thought she was going to stop when she asked me for my phone.
"It's in my bag,"I said. I wasn't sure I wanted to move.
As Parvati went to get it Gotilda began lightly stroking my cock until it was pretty erect. I mean the foreskin was still in place, but it was pointing at the sky, and I knew my balls had inched tighter. Parvati placed my phone beside hers and set both timers before scuttling back to stand beside me.
"You like to have photos of us?" It was more of a question than a statement. I was relieved to feel myself starting to soften a little now we were sitting again. I just nodded and began asking more questions of my own. It seemed they were happy to talk. Then I realized time was passing.
"Sorry to interrupt but I'm here with my bike and I haven't got a room for the night, so I need to get going to the nearest town."
"You may have some trouble. The island isn't large, and most hotels are fully booked. You can stay the night with us if you like, we rented a villa just up here on the headland."
It was already later than I had intended, and their offer was too good to refuse. I could always get going early tomorrow and have time to look for a place. I had five days of holiday still ahead of me.
"Well, that's very kind of you, so long as you're sure."
"Of course," said Parvati, who was standing. Her accent was less 'sing-songy than Gotilda's and there was a hint of Indian in it, which matched her darker complexion and skin tone. I turned and looked at her properly. She was shorter than her companion, a little stockier with fuller breasts, but very athletic looking. Her smiling face was, if possible, more appealing than Gotilda's. The truth was both girls were stunning and here I was sharing their nakedness on a secludes beach that could have been picked straight off the page of a travel brochure.
With the question of my accommodation settled we continued to talk, exchanging trivialities about our likes and dislikes, with various humorous jokes along the way. Around five-thirty we went for a last swim to wash as much sand as possible away before dressing. We took our towels and clothes close to the shore. I started to make my way out when Gotilda put a hand on my chest to stop me. We were standing ankle deep in the sea.
"How old are you, James?"
"Twenty, I'll be twenty-one in December, and you?"
"About what I guessed. I'm twenty-five, I'll be twenty-six in October. Parvati is almost a year younger than me," she paused, "How tall are you?" she asked pulling me close.
"Just over six feet," I replied realizing she was as tall as I was.
"hm, one metre-eighty-three or four, I think. I'm one metre-ninety," she said proudly and pulled me tight against her pressing her breasts into my chest. I realized she really was taller, and I was aware my cock was pressing on her crotch. She giggled and wiggled her hips, and my hardening cock was pressing right on her vagina. I could feel her parted lips.
"Tempting, but naughty!" she chuckled as she reached down, grasped my penis and lifted it higher. Her touch had been enough to make it quite hard, and the tip now rubbed against her pubic hair.
That was when she laughed and released me and stepped away onto the beach. Parvati had already dried herself and was starting to get dressed. She ogled my stiffie as Gotilda pulled her sundress over her wet body and pushed her underwear into her bag. Picking up her sandals, she said, "Come on slow coach!"
My penis had barely started to wilt as I hurried out of the water but what the heck! There was no one but the girls to see. I pulled on my still sweaty bike shorts and t-shirt and hurried to catch them going up the path. I had to stop to take the chain off my bike as they pointed out the villa. It was only a short walk from the top of the headland, but on the other side of the road.
As I stepped on to the veranda a naked Gotilda ushered me in saying, "I think we all deserve a drink."
"I need a pee first," I said.
"The toilet is there, and that door is to the shower if you want to wash the salt off," she said pointing to two doors at the back of the surprisingly spacious kitchen/living space.
