Sitting on the hot sand listening to my parents telling off my annoying kid brother I began to realize what a bad idea it had been to agree to go on holiday with them.
A free holiday is a free holiday, and the thought of an all expenses paid trip to Miami seemed like too good a deal to pass up even if I had recently turned 18 and was enjoying my freedom at university in Bristol.
I'd not been on holiday with my family for a few years and when they mentioned they were taking my younger brother to Disneyland I decided I had nothing better to do so why not. Besides I was sure I'd be able to ditch them and check out all the hot girls at the beach by the hotel we were staying in.
Now sitting under the umbrella, listening to my kid brother whining for what seemed like the hundredth day in row while my parents tried everything to calm him down I realized I'd forgotten what a brat my 10 year brother had become.
I hid behind my sunglasses, a book propped in front of me on my knees as I pretended to read. My glasses were extra dark and I was glad no one could see where I was looking.
My sun lounger was angled away from my family almost at a right angle to the sea and to anyone else it looked like I was just being careful under the umbrella, avoiding the sun's glare while I read my James Patterson crime novel.
I wasn't. I hadn't turned a page in about an hour and the sound of my family droning on was distant to me. My head was pumping and I could almost hear my heartbeat, sweat dripping down my face but I didn't move to wipe it away.
I couldn't move and I prayed no one would ask me to. My cock was painfully hard in my swim shorts, the thin material doing nothing to restrain it as it cried out for attention. My fingers grasped the edges of the pages hard enough to crease the book as if it might blow away in a gale. I dare not loosen my fingers unless I could not resist the urge to let them accidently brush against myself.
At 18 I was a fairly regular kid, I'd been told I was handsome and my thick swept back brown hair would fall around my face in a way that apparently was cute. I was fit due to the sports I played at university and my body was young and firm. If I'd realized it at the time, that I was actually quite hot, I'd maybe have had more confidence.
A lack of confidence is a terrible thing for a young man and although people thought I was fun and sociable I felt stifled by it. The fact that I'd never had the confidence to try my luck with girls and my only adventures had been drunken fumbles simply filled my virgin body with more frustration.
The cause of my current predicament was the group of girls sitting about 25 feet from where we were. There was 3 of them, tall, tanned and very elegant looking. they were definitely older than me, probably late twenties and they were definitely not like the young girls I knew.
They laughed amongst themselves, their voices drifting over towards me as they hung out under their own umbrella chatting and drinking beers.
From my position I was facing almost directly to them, I kept my head tilted down as if I was reading my book but raised my eyes behind my glasses to watch what they were doing.
The one I had instantly decided was the hottest and essentially my dream woman was sitting in a chair facing towards me.
Her skin was a soft olive color, her dark hair was cut short in a bob hanging gently against her cheeks. Her lips were full, a dark red lipstick accentuating their plumpness and her teeth seemed to sparkle when she smiled and laughed.
Her elegant fingers were applying the suntan lotion she had in her hand and I watched, my cock growing harder as I saw her fingers spread the oily fluid over her exposed large breasts.
I had no clue about cup sizes but I knew her breasts were bigger than my hand and I could see the weight of them as she moved them around, smearing them with the glistening lotion.
Her eyes seemed to look my way and I froze even stiller, not breathing. Her hands didn't stop moving though and I started to breath again. She turned to her friends and said something, I saw them look my way and heard them giggle. My face went red and I dropped my head lower looking at the blurred words in front of me, my cheeks burning.
Eventually I summoned the courage to lift my eyes again and was greeted by the sight of my dreamgirl still applying her lotion. She seemed to be oblivious to me and was still rubbing the fluid across her skin. It did seem like she was spending a lot of time rubbing the lotion in and I could see her fingertips grazing her pink nipples every now and then. She seemed to be squeezing her thighs together and her teeth bit her bottom lip slightly.
"Ben."
I just kept staring as the object of my lust kept playing with herself.
"Ben!"
"Benjamin!" my mothers voice was loud enough that dreamgirl looked up and giggled again. I felt like I was going to die.
"What?" I croaked loudly, my throat suddenly dry and my voice stifled.
"Excuse me young man?"
I looked around at my parents trying not to move my legs or my book. "Sorry, what's up?" I asked slightly more politely.
"I think it would be a good idea if you took your brother for a walk along the beach. He's very bored and it would do you both some good."
Yeah right I thought to myself, my parents just wanted to get rid of the brat so they could settle down and enjoy the sun and a cocktail. That's why they'd invited me so I could act as an unpaid babysitter for my annoying brother while they got drunk.
There was no way that I'd be able to stand up at this point though and I told them I'd just finish my chapter.
I looked back at the book trying to think of the un-sexiest things I could while waiting till the blood started to leave my groin and everything settled down.
"Now!" my mother's tone was sharp and I grumbled under my breath.
I looked at my annoying brother, chubby and pale, a finger currently jammed up his nose. Fuuuck, how embarrassing was it going to be dragging this thing along the beach.
I glanced over at dreamgirl once more and she seemed to smile at me as I pulled myself out of my chair hunching over like an old man as my cock finally started to subside.
"Come on," I grumbled at my brother and headed off towards the waters edge.
I heard his fat little feet following me and then his whiny voice. He looked and sounded like a plump Harry Potter, round glasses and all.
I ignored his questions and chattering, looking around the beach and kicking sand with my feet.
We headed north, the sea lapping against my feet and my mind started to wander, back along the beach to where dreamgirl was rubbing oil on her fat tits. How would it feel to have their heavy weight wrapped around my cock? I'd never titfucked a girl but I could almost feel it in my fantasy.
We walked along for about 10 mins, my cock growing harder as I thought about dreamgirl. I tried to think of other things so I didn't get a full erection.
I started to scan the beach and think of anything else to pull the blood flow from my cock.
An umbrella came into sight, then a long pair of tanned legs reclining on a lounger drawing my eye up as we neared.
More of the body came into view as we approached, the legs were thick and bronze, a dark tan developed over years.
The thighs spread slightly up to her crotch which was covered only by a small dayglow green slip of material.
Her belly was soft and hung slightly over the top of the bikini bottoms, gentle ripples and lines moving as she breathed.
My eyes carried on drifting up and I caught my breath, all hope of not thinking about sex vanishing.
Her breasts sat heavy on her front with long dark nipples, where dreamgirls had been young and firm, pointed and the size of my hands, these had a slight soft sag of age but an almost unnatural firmness and were even bigger, more like the size of my head.
I didn't even realized my pace had slowed or that I was staring open mouthed at the humungous breasts in front of me. I was transfixed and couldn't take my eyes off them. I felt a stiffening in my shorts and dropped my hands in front of myself in a vain attempt at discretion.
