Do we all have one moment in our sexual pasts that rises above all others?
Here's mine.
I was two summers out of college and I still hadn't figured out what I was going to do with myself. I ended up working at one of those big warehouse-type office supply stores. You know, the national brand with the circular in the paper every Sunday and advertising during football games?
I had been there maybe four months after bouncing around a few other jobs. I became friendly with my manager at the time, a guy named Matt. We'd go out after our shifts ended sometimes and have a drink or two then we became friends. We saw a couple of ballgames together and he invited me out to a barbeque at his house one weekend day that we had off.
About three weeks after I started, a woman named Beth-Anne started, too. She and Matt and I worked a lot of the same shifts and we all clowned around a lot and got on really well. I used to call her BA, after Mr. T's character on the A-Team. Beth-Anne flirted a lot, more with Matt than with me, but I still felt there was a little bit of mutual attraction between the two of us. Beth-Anne liked to come into work and come up beside you and whisper things in your ear like "I'm not wearing panties today." She was silly enough that she could say things like that and get away with it without making it seem like she was completely hitting on you. She also had terrific breasts...the customers noticed this, too, a lot of the time.
Matt always talked about going up to the lake, to a place his parents had on Lake Wallenpaupack in the northeastern part of the state. Apparently Matt's dad and uncle owned a small business and his folks had enough money that they had a house up there. He went on about the three of us going up to the lake for weeks until one day he came in, sat down with the shift schedule and gave us all three days off so we could go.
So that's how I found myself at Lake Wallenpaupack with Beth-Anne, Matt, and Matt's fiancée, a very pretty asian girl named June. Matt was right to always go on about the house...it was amazing. It had a huge deck with a hot tub and a smaller deck upstairs attached to one of the bedrooms. It wasn't right on the lake, but set back a bit in the woods and it was just a short walk to a boathouse.
The first night we got up to the lake pretty late. Matt drove the whole time and went to bed before the rest of us so I got to hang out in the hot tub with June and Beth-Anne. I wasn't complaining at all. June was a beautiful girl—dimples when she smiled, straight, black, shiny hair, straight white teeth, and a small frame. She wore a black bikini and I could see her flat stomach had a bellybutton ring. Beth-Anne was nice to look at, too, and until I finished my second beer I was feeling very self-conscious about her noticing me looking at her chest. It was hard not to, though...she had on a two piece as well and her tits were just hanging all over the place. Beth-Anne was a bigger girl than June. Maybe it was the reason her chest was so big. Whatever it was, I couldn't help but look at her tits pressing out against the fabric of her top.
Even though we joked and slightly flirted at work I didn't feel all that comfortable flirting with her in the tub, especially in front of June. I could feel her looking at me sometimes, and that was nice. I kept hoping that June would join Matt in bed so that Beth-Anne and I could be alone. It didn't work out like that, since it was Beth-Anne who got up first and left. I had a great conversation with June and I felt like we really connected but it wasn't like I was going to come on to her at all. The house was big enough Beth-Anne and I each could have our own rooms so I went to bed alone and jerked off thinking about her.
The next two days were the best of my life. Matt made this massive breakfast Saturday and then we spent all day on the lake waterskiing and cruising around. We were completely whipped by about four in the afternoon. We took naps, showered, grilled steaks, and started on the two cases of beer we brought for the weekend.
Something seemed to have changed Saturday night, because it was definitely on between Beth-Anne and me. We danced a bit on the deck later at night after the sun was down and I kissed her when I could tell that she would be okay with it. She rubbed up against me just a little and my cock ached inside my shorts. At one point she said, "I hope you don't think you're going to sleep alone again tonight."
From then on it was almost hard for me to enjoy myself since I didn't want to wait. I just wanted to take her upstairs and rip her clothes off. I don't want to say I didn't have a good time, but I literally was counting the minutes until I felt we would be going to bed. I tried to make sure Beth-Anne didn't get too drunk, either. I don't know why I felt weird about it—we were all adults, but it was almost like I didn't want Matt and June to know that Beth-Anne and I were going to hook up. They could probably tell anyway, because by late in the evening she spent a lot of time in my lap and the two of us had been dancing together. I don't think it could have been more obvious anyway when the two of us walked upstairs together and left Matt and June alone on the deck.
We practically did rip each other's clothes off when we closed the door of the upstairs bedroom. I'm embarrassed to say that I went straight for her boobs. To this day, they're still the largest pair I've touched. I am also embarrassed to say that I was so curious to know how large they are that when I saw her bra on the floor the following morning I looked for the tag...38C, I found out.
It would have been fine with me to suck on her nipples and play with her enormous tits all night, but she was tearing at my clothes, too. I found myself standing at the foot of the bed, my shorts and boxers pulled down to below my knees but my t-shirt still on. My cock stuck straight out into the fabric of my t-shirt. She sat on the bed, her shirt off as I awkwardly tugged at her waistband while she was sitting. She propped herself up on her hands enough to get her ass off of the bed and I pulled her shorts down, too. It was just like she often said at work...no panties. Her pussy was shaved down to a sort of stubbly but neat brown triangle above her slit. I had to pull her shorts off of one of her ankles so I could spread her legs open.