I lost my virginity when I was 18 to my first boyfriend. Most of my friends had already lost theirs and I wanted to see what the big deal was. But I never really felt attractive. At 5'6" with an athletic build, long dark brown hair, brown eyes, and curvy hips, I just usually felt sort of awkward. I was a bit of a late bloomer in the tit department. I was practically flat chested most of my life and then all of the sudden they started coming in. Trust me, going from an A cup to a large C was a huge confidence booster. Boys started noticing me more and I was enjoying the attention. And of course I met my first boyfriend. He was nice, a bit jerkish at times but I figured that was just immaturity. Of course when I told him I was ready to have sex he practically jumped at the chance.
I just remember it being really awkward and over a lot faster than I had thought it would be. I knew my first time wasn't going to be magical but to say I was disappointed was a huge understatement. We had sex a few more times and it was typically the same thing. Lots of hard groping, kissing, pulling clothes off, followed by about 5-6 minutes of hard thrusting before it was over. I couldn't see why everyone kept saying sex was amazing. For a guy sure. But for girls? It wasn't worth it. Why did I need a man who left me unsatisfied? I could get the job done myself and I usually had to. Needless to say that relationship didn't work out.
Not even a year later I met a new guy named Steve. He was very kind and treated me like a lady. We didn't rush into having sex. But when it finally happened, it was a totally different experience than my previous ones. While his cock was average size, at least what I would later learn in my life to be average, he was a bit more interested in my needs than my old boyfriend and lasted longer. We didn't "hump like rabbits" but it was hard to keep us apart. Overall he was a wonderful guy.
We had been together a little over a year when his parents had invited me to go to the beach with them during the summer. My family and his had become rather close over the time we had been together so my parents were fine with me going. I was doing well in college and they really liked him and his family so they couldn't find a reason to not let me go. Besides I was 20 so how were they really going to stop me?
I was really excited for the beach. It's always been one of my favorite places to go. I bought some new outfits as well as some new bikinis. Nothing too revealing, but things I still felt sexy in and showed off my curves. I wanted to impress my boyfriend but still keep it respectable in front of his parents. His parents were some of the nicest people I had met. They were the type to let us drink in the house just as long as we promised not to drive or go anywhere. And they weren't idiots so when it came to the sleeping arrangements, they were fine with us sleeping in the same bed together. I think that made my boyfriend feel a little weird though. Not that I was expecting us to have sex every night, but our first night there he hardly touched me. I thought maybe he was just tired from the long car ride. But I was determined to get his attention the following day.
When it came time to hit the beach I picked out the more subtle suit of the ones I had brought. It was a dark purple color that tied at the sides of my hips, coming down to cover my ass just enough so that all you could see was the curve of it with a little bit of skin. The top tied at the back of my neck, lifting my tits up nicely, covering them as well but giving a nice hint of cleavage in the middle. When I asked him what he thought all he replied with was 'It's nice' and that was that. Still I figured he didn't want to say much in front of his parents.
We spent the day on the beach, lying in the sun, playing in the water, taking a walk up and down the beach, even building a sandcastle. Late in the afternoon his mom, or Mrs. S as I called her, said she was headed up to start dinner. It was a tradition of theirs to always cook dinner after the first full day at the beach. Her husband, Mr. S, told her to leave her blankets and we'd bring them up in a bit. We only waited a few more minutes before getting our things together. I was folding up some towels while my boyfriend and his father worked on taking down the umbrella. It was at that moment that I had really looked at his dad for the first time.
My boyfriend's parents were young when they first became parents. His mom was only 17 and his dad was 18. But even being 20 years older than us, I never really looked at his dad in a sexual way. But on the beach I couldn't help it. For 38 his dad could easily pass for 28. He was about 2-3 inches taller than my boyfriend, and his hair a darker shade of brown. His muscles were much more defined than my boyfriends as well. You could tell he took very good care of himself. I was doing my best not to stare at him but it was hard not to. I always thought my boyfriend was a very good looking guy. However his father was even better. My thoughts were quickly interrupted when my boyfriend draped his arm around my shoulders and began to lead me inside.
The rest of the night went by pretty quickly. After dinner my boyfriend and I decided to take a walk along the beach. With a couple of flashlights in hand we began our stroll. We held hands and kissed occasionally as we walked and eventually stopped at a pier that was just down the beach from the house. We sat under the pier and watched the waves. To me it was like a scene in a movie. We began kissing with some light groping. I figured he was going to make a move any minute now. I kept waiting and waiting but it never happened. So I decided to make the move. I leaned into him, slowly pushing him onto his back when all of the sudden he stopped me, pushing me away. I just looked at him, stunned. "What's wrong?"
"I just don't think we should do it here. You never know who could walk by." He said, shining his flashlight up the beach.
"Oh come on. It's late and we didn't see anyone on our walk down here. Plus there is no chance of your parents seeing us." I said to him, running my hand up his thigh. "Please?" I asked, pressing my lips to his neck.
He sighed. "Fine. But you have to be quiet. I don't want to get arrested."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Here I was throwing myself at him and he was more worried about getting arrested! Most guys would have killed for the chance to have sex in a public place.
Before I knew it, he had pulled down his shorts and pulled his cock out. I leaned over and kissed him, wrapping my hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. He moaned softly as his cock got harder, tugging my shorts off quickly and pulling me onto him. It wasn't as romantic as I had hoped for, but I really didn't care at that point. I was so horny and needed to get off badly.
I kicked my shorts to the side and straddled his hips, holding his cock gently as I slid onto him. He placed his hands gently on my hips and leaned back against the pillar of the pier. My hands rested on his shoulders as I began riding him, slowly at first. Biting down on my bottom lip I quickened my pace, feeling his cock slide in and out of my pussy. My ass slapping against his thighs every time I came down. I was just getting a good rhythm going when all of the sudden I feel him throw me off of him and onto the sand.
"What the fuck?!" I yelled, watching as he jumped up and pulled his shorts up quickly.
"Shh! I heard someone coming." He bent over and grabbed the flashlight and began looking around.
I listened for a moment but all I could hear was the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. "Babe no one is there. Come back down on the sand and fuck me." I said to him with a sexy smirk on my face.
He looked at me and back at the beach. "I think we should go back. We'll go in and say we're going to bed and we can finish at the house."
