Jack and Debbie were walking at the water's edge, furtively holding hands as always, the damp sand cool and mushy between their bare toes. They talked inconsequentially of this and that, of school, of Jack's latest fishing trip, of the rock bands they admired. Occasionally Jack cast a sidelong glance at Debbie's cute profile, but the girl appeared not to notice as she gazed fixedly ahead towards the rocky headland that marked the far perimeter of the beach.
How lovely and warm Debbie's hand feels in mine, mused Jack. But why, oh why, couldn't he pluck up courage to be more forward with her? They'd been carrying on like this for the past ten days, ever since they'd met at that awful barbecue his parents had held back at the chalet. She must think he was dreadfully timid. He half-hoped she'd take the lead in suggesting something rather more intimate than this, but deep down he sensed she never would. Deep inside he knew he'd have to take the lead sometime soon, but couldn't nerve himself to. How ridiculous for a guy of nearly nineteen, he reflected ruefully.
For her part, Debbie was acutely aware of Jack's shyness, and, indeed, of the longing looks he gave her. But she was shy too, and simply didn't dare make any positive advance to the boy she felt so hot for. Every day as she sat on the balcony of her hotel room watching for him to enter the foyer below, she promised herself that this was the day; today they'd at least have a bit of a kiss and cuddle, if nothing further. But so far it had never happened. And so they sauntered on, locked in this familiar stalemate, leaving a trail of dark footprints on the strand.
Jack scanned the surrounding vista. The beach was quite deserted, apart from a family playing with a beach-ball in the waves, far behind them. We could swim in the nude, and no-one would notice, it's so quiet, he reflected wistfully.
But suddenly there was movement ahead. A man and a woman, much older than them, emerged from the woods onto the narrow path that wound its tortuous way along the side of the headland towards a tiny cove, hidden from the main beach by a rocky outcrop. The man, bronzed, with black hair thinning on top and wearing only lurid blue bathers and flip-flops, strode down the path, turning his head to converse in laughing tones with the woman, who strolled along a pace in his wake. She was a mousy blonde, with faint laughter-lines about her face, and was casually attired in old cut-off Levis, a white T-shirt and dusty trainers. A small canvas bag swung from her shoulder. Both seemed to radiate an easy-going joie de vivre that strongly drew the attention of the young twosome.
They passed out of sight behind the outcrop, but could be heard laughing and chatting loudly from the cove. Jack and Debbie walked on, holding hands a little tighter, wondering why they were so tense themselves.
Suddenly there came a girlish cry of 'Wheeeee!' from behind the rocks, and a white T-shirt shot feet up into the air and draped itself across a barnacle-encrusted slab. Jack's pulse quickened, for he'd noticed that the lady had worn no bra or bikini top underneath, and within seconds he and Debbie would pass behind the rocks and emerge at the rear of the little cove.
'A bit exhibitionist, I call that,' remarked Debbie, sounding half-alarmed. Jack said nothing, and wondered whether the lady would cover up if she saw him. Seconds later the couple came into view once more, and Jack's question was answered. The lady was standing out in the open, facing them, her rather pendulous breasts swinging as she rubbed in lashings of sun lotion. Pausing for a second, she glanced up and caught sight of Jack and Debbie looking her way.
'Hi!' she exclaimed cheerily giving a friendly wave. Her companion, engaged in the task of rubbing coconut oil into his tanned frame, also looked up and nodded.
'Do you know if it's safe to swim just here?' enquired the man.
'Completely,' replied Jack. 'And the water's just beautiful.'
'That's good,' commented the man, and to Debbie's amazement slid his shorts down and stepped right out of them. She stood transfixed, gazing at the pale, limp penis which hung down amid a swarthy fuzz of pubic hair. His entire lower body, in fact, was almost white, contrasting sharply with the rest of him.
Jack squeezed her hand. 'Let's go,' he muttered. 'We shouldn't stand here staring.'
'You were happy enough looking at her boobs,' complained Debbie, but consented to be led away along the path to a point higher up the headland.
'Ok, Eva. Let's go skinny-dipping!' they heard the man say behind them. Jack turned his head in time to see Eva strip off her jeans. Underneath she wore nothing, and Jack observed that she was almost as shaggy between the thighs as her boyfriend.
'I'm ready, Rog!' she exclaimed. Raising a hand to screen her eyes from the sun, she craned her neck too look up to where Debbie and Jack stood. 'See you two later!' she shouted, blowing a kiss. Then, holding hands, the naked pair turned and ran for the water's edge. They splashed in the shallows, Eva laughing and shrieking as Rog whipped handfuls of spray over her bare skin.
'God, they just don't care, do they?' observed Debbie in awe. 'They know we're here, they know other people are around, and they just carry on.'
'You've got to hand it to them, I say,' Jack agreed.
They continued to watch as Rog and Eva waded out into deeper water and began swimming in big circles.
'No-one would know, looking at them now they're right in the water, that they weren't perfectly respectable,' observed Debbie.
Jack was paying no attention. He had other things on his mind – for the past thirty seconds or so, his cock had been slowly stiffening, and was now jutting right out behind the thin cotton of his shorts. The sight of Eva nude had been too much for him. Silently he as panicking in case Debbie noticed, and surely she couldn't fail to do so now.
Suddenly Debbie clapped her hand together and pointed at his groin, exclaiming: 'Oh my God, what on earth's that you've got there, big boy?'
Jack was crimson with self-consciousness. But also he was surprised by Debbie's reaction – he'd expected her to be shocked or embarrassed herself, but instead she seemed amused by his state of erection. He glanced towards her, but momentarily couldn't bring himself to look her in the face, so kept his eyes lowered. Thus he noticed that he wasn't the only one aroused, for Debbie's nipples were visibly sticking out under her yellow bikini. On an uncontrollable impulse he reached out and squeezed one gently. Debbie squealed with delight.
'I want you now, Jack. Right this instant!' she exclaimed huskily, and began to drag him by the hand further up the headland towards the woodland which crowned it. Soon they reached the remotest stretch of the footpath, where there was nothing below but a craggy rock face which fell sheer to rocks over which the sea boiled. 'Let's at least get off the path', suggested Jack as they found themselves beneath the translucent green cover of the beeches.
'OK,' said Debbie, and they made their way through ferns and brambles to a tiny clearing. From here the path could still clearly be seen through the tree-trunks, but Jack's main worry now wasn't being seen, but whether he could maintain his erection, which was already starting to wilt. Tentatively he undid the drawstring of his shorts and pulled them down.
Debbie, on the other hand, was consumed with lust, and in a instant had stripped off her bikini, top and bottom, to reveal full swinging boobs and (in contrast to Eva) a fully shaven crotch, which Jack found even more sexy.
'Let's get you stiffened up,' said Debbie, and, kneeling before Jack, held his now quite shrunken cock up and fastened her lips round it. For all his nerves, Jack couldn't help but revel in the cool succulent pressure of her mouth. Closing his eyes, he stood there, pressing his hands gently around the back of Debbie's head, and listening to the rhythm of the waves, whose gentle cadence seemed somehow to blend naturally with the glide of Debbie's mouth up and down his penis. His fingertips strayed from Debbie's curls and down to her shoulders, which he massaged tenderly. Gradually he relaxed, feeling himself swell once again.
Debbie, giving head for the very first time, found the transformation of his little limp organ into something that stretched right to her throat a curious experience, but nothing more. So, in glorious selfishness, she decided she would pleasure Jack a little longer, but then it would be his turn to go down on her. And, as her mouth withdrew to the very tip of the cock, at which she nibbled gently, her thoughts were all on what would happen when she drew his mouth to her own groin.
Swiftly she moved away and lay on her back, drawing her legs up and splaying them wide as she gazed up at him with coy inviting eyes.
