Story 20
Summary:
Pete, twenty years old. He’s come away on holiday to try and get over his ex. But it seems as though it might have been a mistake. However, an encounter on the beach leads to some new experiences that completely change his perspective.
Diana and Anna are in their early thirties. When they find Pete, they decide to bring him back to their place for some real fun and to show him what happens behind closed doors.
Threesome, age gap, lesbian, oral, blow jobs, sixty-nine, pussy licking, jerk off, fingering, titty sucking, titty fucking.
Pete had some doubts before they had even embarked on this vacation. Even in the planning stages, when his friends had first mentioned the idea of all of them going away together, he'd had some serious misgivings. Now, as he sat at the end of the bar, watching his friends getting increasingly drunk and boisterous, he felt as though his doubts were all starting to be realized.
It wasn't that he had any kind of problem with his friends. Far from it, he loved spending time with them. It was just that, at twenty years old, he sometimes felt as though he was maturing faster than they were, as though he were on the cusp of adulthood while they were still happy to wallow in teenage antics. Nowadays, when he looked at them, he found himself feeling slightly embarrassed for them and felt as though he simply didn't fit in with them.
One glimmer of hope for him had been that he thought that coming away on vacation like this might help him get over Sally. They'd broken up a month earlier, and he was still struggling to get over it. Initially, when this vacation had been suggested, he'd had the excuse that he would be with her, that she probably wouldn't like him going away partying with the boys like this. After they had split up, however, his friends had been relentless in their attempts to get him to commit to the holiday and, in the end, he hadn't been able to think of a good excuse not to go. He had given in, telling himself that it might be just the thing to help him get over her.
However, now, as he sat at the end of the mostly-empty bar, looking at his friends downing shots, pouring them all over one another, he had the distinct feeling that this had all been a mistake.
He decided that he needed some fresh air and a chance to clear his head a little bit.
He looked over at his friends carefully, making sure that no one was looking. Luckily for him, they were all completely preoccupied with their drinking.
He slipped outside, and the warm evening air immediately felt good on his face.
He breathed it in, and he could smell the ocean on it. He decided to walk down to the beach to get away from things, hoping that the sound of the waves would help to relax him a bit.
As he found himself down there, walking along the empty beach, he found his thoughts turning to her again and again.
They had been together for almost two years. It had been lust at first sight when they had first seen one another, and things had only grown from there.
He had always been a good-looking guy. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and he worked out regularly to maintain his muscular physique.
He had a handsome face, with a square jawline, good bone structure, dark eyes, tanned skin, and short, dark hair. He could look as though he had a brooding intensity, but then he would smile, and his whole face would light up. Women were drawn to him - that was something that he had become used to.
Sally, however, had an effect on him that was nothing like what he was used to.
He had been walking down the street one day when he had seen her.
She was gorgeous. She was average height with a trim, athletic build, a tight little body, toned legs, a flat stomach, and good-sized breasts. She was wearing shorts and a crop top, and her body looked amazing. She had honey-colored, tanned skin, long, blonde hair, big, blue eyes, and a beautiful face, with full lips, a cute little nose, and dimpled cheeks.
He was filled with desire for her the second that he saw her.
They were passing one another on the street. Their eyes met, and then they passed one another.
He told himself that he had to do something, that if he didn't, he was going to regret it.
And then he did it. He chased after her and tapped her on the elbow. She turned around, and her face lit up when she saw it was him. He introduced herself, and then they began walking together, getting to know one another.
Soon, he reached out to take her hand.
They found themselves walking through a park, and when he saw that there was no one else around, he decided that the time was right.
He stopped, and she turned to him, a quizzical look in her eyes.
He took her face in his hands, feeling its warmth on his skin, and leaned in to kiss her.
For a moment, she froze.
Then, she put one arm around the back of his neck and kissed him back.
Looking back, it all seemed like such a wonderfully innocent moment. They kissed some more, and then they continued walking. His cock was stiffening in his pants now, and the things that he had in mind would certainly erase any ideas of innocence from the day. He had a whole other sort of fun on his mind.
However, when he brought up the idea of going back to her place, he realized just why it had all seemed so innocent when she told him that she was still a virgin.
He pondered this for a moment.
“We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to,” he told her.
She reached up and stroked his face, leaning upward to kiss him tenderly on the lips.
“I want to,” she said softly, and then she took his hand.
He led her back to his place. His mind was reeling. He told himself to be gentle with her, to see just what kind of pace she wanted to go at.
However, as soon as they were in his bedroom, she surprised him by grabbing two handfuls of his T-shirt and pushing him back against the closed door, pushing herself up against him, her breasts soft against his body, and kissing him. There was a wild passion in this kiss, and he had a feeling that she had been yearning to lose her virginity. Well, he thought to himself, he was happy to oblige.
He took hold of her waist, kissing her back, pulling her to him.
The hardness of his cock pushed against her soft body, but he wasn't sure if she realized what it was.
One of his hands moved beneath her top, feeling her lovely, soft body. His other hand went to her ass, stroking it softly and then grabbing hold of it, his fingers spread out to grab as much of it as he possibly could.
She seemed to be following his cues. One of her hands went beneath his T-shirt now as he caressed his body. His kisses moved to her throat. She was gasping softly as he kissed her there, nuzzled her there. He felt one of her hands on the back of his head, her fingers brushing at his hair.
Then, he raised his face to hers.
He put both of his hands on her waist and guided her over toward the bed.
She was looking at him with such wide eyes, looking so innocent and yet also so full of trust. She was giving herself to him, letting him know that she was ready for him to guide her wherever he wanted her to go.
He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, one hand stroking her chin as he tilted it up to him.
Then, he pulled his T-shirt off. He saw her looking at his body, her eyes even wider now.
She reached out and stroked it tentatively.
Then, he pulled her to him, feeling her body against his naked torso, kissing her as her hands explored the upper part of his body.
But then she was stepping away from him. She looked at his body, looked down to his crotch as though she was just realizing what it was that she had felt pushing against herself, and then looked up into his face. He felt as though this was an important moment. Would she suddenly back out? Or was this the moment when she would fully commit to what they were going to do?
She reached out and stroked his body, her hand moving down his chest, down over his stomach, and then it went to the front of his pants, brushing over the bulge of his cock.
Something wicked came into her smile then, and he wanted her more than ever.
She pulled her top off quickly, and he looked at her body, her tight abs, her sweet curves, her breasts contained within her simple white bra.
She looked at him, as though offering herself to him, and one of his hands moved over her stomach, then moved up to brush over one of her breasts.
She shuddered slightly with pleasure.
Then, she reached behind her back. She unhooked her bra, and then she pulled it from her body, exposing her lovely breasts, the nipples sweet little pink spots pointing slightly up.
He looked at them, captivated by them, and then he looked into her eyes. He could see that she was slightly nervous, as though she wanted some kind of acknowledgement, some kind of approval, from him, and he knew just the way to give her that.
He reached out to her, taking hold of her by the waist, and pulled her to him. Her arms went around his head, and then he was kissing her, feeling her body against his, feeling her breasts against him, and then one of his hands went to them, massaging them each in turn while his other hand went to her ass.
He felt her nipples stiffening, and he flicked at them before tweaking them lightly, not wanting to use too much force on them, wanting to ease her into the fun that lay ahead for her.
Then he was kissing her throat, hearing her ragged breathing, and then he bent down to her breasts, kissing them, and when he sucked on one of her nipples, his lips pushing against it, he heard hr let out a long moan.
He wondered just what she was thinking in this moment, how turned on she was, how she was dealing with all of these new experiences.
He felt one of her hands on the front of his body, and then he felt it brush over the front of his pants again. He knew what she wanted, but he could also sense that she was nervous.