This story has its beginning around fifteen years back when I was twenty two years old. Our extended family owned a seaside bach in Coromandel on the east coast of the North Island of New Zealand. The bach (holiday home) had been owned by my now deceased grandparents and was now held in a family trust to ensure it wasn't sold off, as beachside property values rose well into the seven figure range. It consisted of two small cottage-like dwellings joined by a large deck; beneath one was a large bunk room that could sleep another ten people. A beautiful sandy beach with glistening blue water was only thirty steps away, in summer and winter it was a beautiful place to be. The only constraint was the supply of fresh water held in large tanks which emptied quickly in those long summer months.
Even now I hold great memories of my childhood holidays down there. My father was one of five children, his brothers and sisters produced a horde of cousins for our family to mix with. I can remember times when there were twenty five people holidaying there; large and small tents would be pitched in various places for extra accommodation. Cooking was usually on the BBQ, fish, shellfish and crayfish often on the menu. It was usual for everyone to gather for a huge evening feast to then be followed with tall stories and harmless lies. The laughter of the adults late at night would often keep the reluctant bedded children awake well into the early hours.
As the children grew into teenagers and adults, the lure of the beaches was always there. With it came alcohol and loud music, the furtive glances at the young bodies in ever diminishing swimming attire. Looking back, we were incredibly lucky that every one got on so well, I can remember the odd cross word and a few tears, but nothing too bad. Everyone just seemed to get on with having a good time. It wasn't unusual for Uncles and Aunties to arrive with friends, sometimes another family. They would be cordially made comfortable and quickly learn to be insulted as if part of the family.
It was just into a new year that my Uncle Ben arrived with another family in tow whom we'd never previously met; and all male eyes young and old immediately swivelled to the daughter, a rather stunning blonde of about my age. Katrina's blonde curly hair fell loosely to her shoulder, her skin beneath the halter top and cut off jeans was a golden brown. She was pretty but not beautiful, but there was something very sensual about the way she looked and moved. It took me a few minutes before I noticed the large engagement ring on her finger. Like most of the other young males in the room; I was disappointed in her unavailability, but only for a while.
It didn't take long for me to get Katrina's measure and lose interest in her. She liked to be the centre of attention and felt most comfortable with everyone drooling over her. She soon changed into a skimpy red bikini and paraded around the bach ensuring that everyone got a good look at her. I have to admit that she looked pretty good, her legs were nice and long and she had a decent enough pair of breasts. When she decided to go for a swim, she took her young admirers with her. As for me, I found something else to do.
By the time I hit twenty two, I was reasonably worldly when it came to the opposite sex. Without being appearing too vain, I wasn't a bad looking guy; I was tall and lean from working as a builder and played football in the winter. I had inherited my parents' good looks and their sense of humour. I had my fair share of girlfriends, some long term and some not. But during the Christmas and new year holiday's, I wasn't permitted to bring girlfriends to the bach, as my parents deemed it family time, but other times it was okay. Anyway, with so many people there, the chance of me sharing a bed with a girlfriend was slim. And sex on the beach certainly has its drawbacks, mainly sand and mosquito's.
Personally, I liked girls who were cute and had an easy outlook on life. I'm still a leg and bum man, big breasts don't do it for me. I lost my virginity at the tender of seventeen to an older worldly girl with no morals in the backseat of a small car. I guess I kinda liked it because I haven't stopped since. In me, my mother had instilled more than a little respect for the opposite sex, and my girlfriends were always treated well. I couldn't be bothered arguing with girlfriends, I've never considered raising a hand to them either, if the relationship wasn't working, we'd just part company on whatever terms were available at the time. That's not to say they wouldn't be teased and embarrassed, for that's just good fun, and I'd laugh when I in turn was on the receiving end of a little good hearted banter.
A few girlfriends told me that I was a good lover which is always kinda good to know. Even in those young days, I simply loved the anticipation, seduction and foreplay. I also enjoyed finding out what turned my girlfriends on, some enjoyed the thrill of the chase, others wanted just to get right down and dirty straight away. I was always interested in the female orgasm, some girls it was clitoral; others could reach it during intercourse, some both. I felt privileged that I helped one or two reach their first. I can also remember one girl who never experienced an orgasm, and try as I might, I failed to provide it. I always enjoyed going down on girls and reckon that most enjoy it more than intercourse, but each to their own I suppose. But for me, there's nothing better than slipping my tongue between a nice warm pair of young pussy lips, once given, it was sometimes requested and always appreciated. But one thing was for sure, once I got my tongue between those lovely lips, my cock always got to follow.
So, by the time Katrina arrived at the bach, I was experienced enough to realise that she was a time waster and a tease. She was quite happy to flirt around with nearly no clothes on, but the chance of me or anyone else getting between her those lovely thighs was nil. For those reasons, I really didn't like her much and kept out of her way if I could. I guess I was a little naive at the time, for I'd never known anyone either engaged or married who'd been unfaithful. Looking back, my own family was remarkably robust when it came to long term relationships, and seemingly same with their friends.
At the time, I was taking lessons for classical guitar even though I've played since I was seven years old; I was now just putting a little finesse into it. I was quite happy to take my guitar down to the beach under the shade of a tree and practise. I can clearly remember that at the time I was learning my favourite solo, Classical Gas by Mason Williams, and would spend many an hour learning the complicated finger work. The only way to learn it was to break the piece down into sections, then continuously practice and practice it until it started to bear some resemblance to the original. While a lot of people enjoy listening to the guitar, there's nothing worse than having to listen to the same thing played a hundred times over, which was exactly what I was doing.
But for some reason, Katrina had taken a liking to my playing, and would increasingly sit down close by and listen to me play. To this day, the only reason I reckon she did so was to try and befriend me. By then, she would have been well aware that I had no particular interest in her, and maybe since she'd conquered everyone else's fantasy, I was now a challenge. She eventually drew me into conversation against my will, and we chatted mostly about nothing. I asked her about her fiancé and was informed that he was on holiday overseas with his family. Katrina soon had me smiling and laughing and I can remember finding it hard not to like her. She had taken to wearing a very short tight red mini skirt when not in a bikini, and it certainly did it for me. Whenever she moved, my eyes would intentionally drift towards her legs in hope of a flash of her panties. Once or twice I got caught, and a small smile of satisfaction would appear on her face. I knew that I was falling into the same trap as the others and hated myself for it.
On a particularly nice morning, most of us decided to walk along the beach and back for a little exercise before it got too hot. A few had earlier disappeared on my Uncle's launch for a days fishing, unfortunately there wasn't room for me. It was a good leisurely forty minute walk to the end of the beach. At the other end, I decided to run back for a little pre-season football training, and as no one wanted to join me I set out alone. It was a good run once I settled into a rhythm and made good time back to the bach. I walked around the building to the side tap with the intention of washing sand from my feet before going inside. By chance, I glanced through the window and into the bunk room, and the sight before me stopped in my tracks.
Katrina lay flat on her back; eyes closed with her mini skirt pulled up, and between her spread thighs was the face of my cousin Alex. I stood rigid in surprise as Katrina squirmed under his tongue, her white buttocks pushing up at him. Her eyes suddenly opened and caught mine feasting upon her; I was embarrassed but just couldn't tear my eyes from the sight before me. But instead of berating me for intruding on their privacy, she smiled and waved at me before closing her eyes again. I took that as an indication that it was okay to watch, which I did so for a few seconds before moving away. I then sat on the deck and waited for my erection to disappear; my heart pounded jealously; for I wished it was my face that was buried between those lovely thighs.
The following evening and after we had eaten, I took my trusted guitar to a secluded spot and practised as the last of the warm sun's rays warmed my back. To my surprise and as the sky darkened, I was joined by Katrina, still dressed in that same little red miniskirt. She sat down close to me and grinned as if nothing had happened.
"You okay?" she asked innocently.
"I thought you were engaged."
"I am, but it was only a little harmless fun. I'm sure Alex enjoyed it as much as me."
"Not the sort of thing an engaged girl would do."
"What's the harm? Alex and I had a little deal. I wasn't going to fuck him, but I'd let him give me a good licking, and I repaid him with a little hand job. And now we're both happy. No harm in that."
I sat in silence, a little shocked at her honest and lack of modesty.
"Did you like watching us?" she asked.
I didn't reply.
"I liked you watching." she continued. "It turned me on even more, helped me cum faster if you must know. Alex wasn't very good at it really, mightn't have cum at all if you hadn't shown up. I finished by fantasising that you were watching me when I cum, even though you'd gone. I suppose I should thank you."
I laughed loudly.
"That's better; I like it when you laugh. So, why were you so surly before?"
"I dunno. Well if you want me to be honest, I was a little jealous."
She laughed, "That's nice to know. You can have a turn if you want. Same conditions though. You can lick me, and I'll give you a hand job, but I won't let you stick your dick in me. Okay?"
"What?" I asked.
She laughed at my surprise, "Tell you what, if you make me cum, I'll give you a blow job. I'm real good at sucking a nice cock. Have you got a nice cock?"
