Maybe your teen years were full of confidence and self-assuredness; mine weren't. I was bashful and kind of tall and lanky, not really girl-bait and had only been on a few dates. The time I'm telling you about was when I was fifteen and on vacation with my parents along the coast of Spain.
I liked the beach, the rest, touring museums and old churches, well, it was okay, but I really liked watching the girls and the women, too, in their skimpy bathing suits. I had really never seen thongs before, they were really new and, in The States, I just hadn't seen them at our local pool.
But, here, oh, yeah. I had a hard-on all the time I was at the beach. I walked the beaches every day and just drank in the beautiful girls and women that I saw along the way.
About two miles down the beach, there were really no crowds, very few people and I was just about to turn around when I came up a dune and saw a couple, probably in their middle-twenties, sunning below. He was naked and she was topless. Oh, I hit gold. She was beautiful. All brown from the sun, long, blond hair, spread out, her breasts firm, not sagging, just beautiful.
Well, I'm fifteen, male, looking at a half-naked woman as she sat up to talk with her partner. I did just what you would do. I got up as close as I could, pulled down my trunks and started to jack-off. I tried to not make any noise and really don't know if I did or not, but, then she seemed to spot me up on the dune and pointed me out and they were soon laughing.
Me, I was cumming. The couple probably knew what I had done, I really didn't care. I was feeling too good enjoying the sexual release after seeing such a sexy sight. I think the woman kept looking up at me, it was hard to tell for sure, she had on sunglasses that prevented me from telling exactly where she was looking but I think she was watching me.
Well, you know where I went to the next day, right? Bingo, the same spot. I slogged up the dune and, as I neared the top, stealthily peeked over. There she was. But ... she was alone. Her boyfriend wasn't there. I gazed at her breasts, glistening with oil, so beautiful, so firm, so seductive. I watched her for about twenty minutes, then she rose and walked into the surf and started to splash and play.
I slid down the dune on my feet and threw down my towel about ten or fifteen feet away from her spot. I lay down on my stomach, trying to keep my erection hidden and under some control as she walked back up to her towel and sat down.
I figured that she would completely ignore me but, no, she looked over, gave me a big smile and turned on her side with her back facing me.
Oh, what a back. Her thong cut right up between her beautiful, tanned cheeks and I could see the string cutting up between her pussy lips peeking out from between her thighs. Oh, my hard-on was killing me. I just had to move a little to let it have some more, sorely-needed room to expand.
So, just as I was raising up and reaching down and adjusting my dick around, she looked back at me over her shoulder and stared. I knew that the next thing would be a scream and her running down the beach, screaming, "Rape, rape, pervert," at the top of her lungs.
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