When I was 19, I worked at a small store by the beach. A lot of my customers were local people buying beer, cigarettes, and snacks to take to the beach. Young and old, and lots of girls in bikinis. Most of them had t-shirts on over their bikinis but I always got plenty of looks at the young toned and tanned legs frequenting the store. I can remember the smell of sun tan lotion and salt water. Wet, wind-blown hair, and little to no make-up was the norm. I remember concentrating to make eye contact so I didn't get transfixed on some of the customer's camel toes.
One of the locals was a girl named Becca, short for Rebecca. She was one of the prettiest girls I had ever laid eyes on. She was 5'6", probably weighed about 125, with nice full breasts and a firm ass. I would guess she was about 35-24-36. Her completion was golden brown from the sun worshipping. Her face was that of a model, deep brown eyes, high cheek bones, full luscious lips, and had the cutest dimples when she smiled. Her dark brown hair was slightly wavy and was trimmed about 6 inches past her shoulders, all one length. Not only was she stunning to look at, but she was always real nice as well. Often, she would hang out to talk in the evenings when the store was not as busy. She was a big flirt with the guys she knew. I always enjoyed her company.
Becca's boyfriend worked off shore on oil rigs and was gone two weeks out of four. I knew when he was home because she would not hang out with me then.
I was the newest employee and between college semesters so I worked the night shift. It was not as busy but I always feared we would be robbed. One evening, she suggested we go to the beach the next day and I gladly accepted. I did not want to make a move but I was not going to turn it down either. She was so sexy, it's all I could think of all night.
When my graveyard shift ended the next day, she was nowhere to be found. I waited another half hour, then went home, disappointed. I lived about 10 miles away from the beach so I went home, took a shower, and went to bed. Within a few minutes, the doorbell rang. I looked out my window and saw Becca's boyfriend's car in the driveway. I put some clothes on and rushed to the door.
Becca apologized, claiming she over slept and I invited her in. I introduced her to my mom and my brother. We went back to my bedroom to talk but my mom had a rule that the doors had to stay open if we had girls over. We just sat on my bed talking.
I don't know how we got started, but we got into a tickling match. She had on a one piece under her shirt and shorts and I could feel how firm her sides were when I tickled her. Our bodies were pushing into each other's as we giggled like children. She smelled so good, and felt so good, her on top straddling me, my erection pressed against her mound, her long brown hair on my face. I was really inexperienced with girls at this point. I had kissed a lot of girls but only had sex with one the summer before.
As we tickled and giggled, my erection grew, pressing harder against her. We rolled over until I was on top, between her legs, my cock pressed into her mound. I tried to hold her down to tickle her more as she wrapped her legs around me tightly, pulling me against her body. She got one of her hands loose and reached down to tickle my belly. As I reacted and rose up off of her, she reached further down to tickle my leg but her hand was halted by my erection. She pulled her hand away quickly and said lowly, "You're hard."
I looked at her as if I was ashamed and replied, "I'm sorry."
She said to me, "It's okay, really, but maybe we should stop for now."
I thought the "for now" was a little confusing. We were going to pick this up sometime later, more private perhaps? That was wishful thinking. I replied, "We don't have to stop. I am having fun."
She asked, "What if your mom walks in?"
I said, "It's not like we are naked. I have shorts and underwear on."
I had moved down her body until I was on all fours with my head positioned above her pussy while we were talking in an attempt to hide my erection poking under my shorts. I stared down at her spread legs and mound. I could make out the shape of it under the shorts and bikini. I thought how I was only two thin pieces of clothing away from her pussy. I wondered if she enjoyed it when I pushed my erection against her body down there. I was so turned on and there was nothing I could do about it.
I lowered myself back down to her, again pressing my cock against the top of her mound. I reached for her side again and she giggled and returned the gesture. We tickled each other for a bit more and finally she looked up through her now bed and asked very softly, almost seductively, "Are we going to the beach?"
I replied, "Sure. Let me get my bathing suit on."
With that, she left so I could get changed. I took my shorts and underwear off and noticed a wet spot in my underwear. The head of my still hard cock was leaking some precum as it slowly went down. I wanted to jerk it off right there but I just waited it out until it was soft enough to shove down into my swim trunks.
As I opened my bedroom door, I kept thinking that she has a boyfriend, and not to get attached.
We left my house and headed back to the beach. I was so tired. I had not been to bed yet, getting off of the graveyard shift, and I had to work the next night as well. We lathered up and laid there silent, enjoying the sun's warm on our bodies, hearing the waves crash and the Seagulls chirp. The beach was not overly crowded but it was far from private. At one point, I reached over and tried to hold her hand. She pulled her hand away and asked, "What are you doing that for?"
I did not have a reply. She rolled over onto her belly and looked at me. She said, "You know I have a boyfriend."
