We used to go to the beach a lot. It's probably why I've had skin cancers removed now. But back then it was the in-thing to play volleyball and watch all the lovely girls dressed very skimpily. And, as often as possible, manage to do more than watch. At this one place where a bunch of us usually hung out there were probably two dozen or so regulars. At any given moment there would likely be more than a dozen of us. As a game ended, we would form another team and play the next game and then lay back down to sun ourselves and talk a little while others played the next one.
One of the girls in the group was Janie. Black hair, extremely pretty face. Looked a lot like an actress, Veronica Hamel. Age probably around twenty four or five. A good trim body but maybe not quite the perfect magazine swim suit body. Breasts normal and not unusually large like the magazines feature and hips perhaps slightly too much. But slim and in good athletic shape. She wasn't as outgoing as some others, more reserved and quiet. She lived alone, which was not the norm. Most girls shared apartments to cut costs, sometimes three or four of them. So, I figured Janie must earn a little more than some. I knew she was a secretary or assistant in a relatively small business or company from things she had said.
Since she was definitely in the upper tenth or so, as far as looks go, lots of guys hit on her to one extent or another. I never saw her actually date anyone and never saw a guy seem to succeed with her but I actually didn't know her that well, we just were at the same place on the beach a lot for several months. I certainly recognized that she was attractive and did talk with her often in a very casual way and played on the same volleyball team occasionally. So we knew one another.
I should add that I wasn't the greatest adonis on the beach. I was o.k., six feet one and 185 pounds, dark blond hair bleached blonder by the sun, needing glasses. I was also lousy when it came to making out with women. I had four older sisters and maybe that's what made me that way. I mean, once I got to know someone things went fine but I was really bad at picking up girls. I realized they were all humans like me and not just meat for me to take advantage of. By this time in my life I'm twenty four, had graduated college and had a decent job. I had fucked a few girls, all of them fairly easy lays I'm afraid, but never was in a long term relationship so I hadn't learned to make love, just to shove my cock in and go at it. I did know, though, that better sex existed, I just hadn't experienced it yet.
Anyway, we're all laying on the beach on our towels. By accident, I was laying on my stomach and facing Janie's feet. She was also laying on her towel, on her back, about six feet or so up from me. So I was looking up her legs, across her crotch to her upper body and head and face. It's difficult to look at a pretty girl's crotch and not have thoughts of sex. I was licking my lips. Truth is, I wasn't doing that, thinking of licking her pussy. I had never licked a pussy, although I wanted to. But maybe it looked that way to her.
I was so rapt in staring at her crotch that I didn't notice she had sat up slightly and was looking at me. We both had sun glasses on so it wasn't easy to see exactly where our eyes were looking. Then things happened that had never happened to me before in my life.
Her legs spread a little, showing even more of her crotch, as she pulled them under her and stood up. She took about three steps toward me and knelt down, facing me. Her knees were almost to my shoulders, her pussy, covered by her bathing suit, was about an inch from my head, maybe three inches from my mouth as I looked up and stared right at it.
"George," she said, "I need to go to my place. Would you like to go along?" No explanations like, to use the bathroom or to get a drink, just would I like to go with her?
As dumb as I was about women I wasn't that dumb. So I said, "Yeah," and we both gathered up our few possessions and headed off together. It was about a four block walk. I didn't know where we were going but knew it couldn't be far. It meant we walked together for ten minutes or so and I needed to say something. I realized that she caught me looking at her crotch and that somehow that had to be what triggered her offer. I had never seen her go off with anyone else like we were. But what do I say? More to the point, when we get there, what do I do?
Do I tell her I'd never eaten pussy before? That maybe she needed to guide me through it? Is she going to want to suck me, to fuck me? Am I going to be so unsettled by the whole process that I won't get a hard on? I mean, it's got to be sex she's interested in, why else would she do this? Do I wait and see what she does or do I make some kind of move?
So I say, "It's a really nice day, warm but a little breeze." Maybe she's been thinking, too. Wondering if she just made a big mistake asking me up to her place. Because she's quiet, too. Looks at me and smiles and just says, "Yeah." Awkward for both of us,I can see. She turns in next to an apartment building and I go with her, around to the back, a ground floor apartment. As we go in, I look around and realize she's rented this place furnished. It's just what you expect in a furnished place, maple furniture, out dated and worn. We're in the living room, I can see straight ahead, through an open door, a bed with a dark comforter covering it. She's right in front of me as I followed her in, her back to me. We both have bathing suits on, hers a two piece.
