When I was 17 I visited a friend who lived in the Bay area about 20 miles south of San Francisco. It was summer and we each spent a week staying with the other person's family.
My friend was Matt, and his best friend Joe was always around. One day the three of us hitch hiked down to Santa Cruz to spend the day at the beach. All we wore were our bathing suits and t-shirts, each carrying a beach towel and some money. We caught a ride in the back of a pickup truck and were in Santa Cruz by about 10:00.
We took off our t-shirts and stuffed them into the back of our suits, then began walking along the boardwalk. After walking for about 30 minutes we decided to get an ice cream. Matt and Joe went ahead and I stood for a couple of minutes watching some girls walking along the beach. The guys came back quickly and I turned and headed for the ice cream vendor. As I was walking up to the window I saw a blond girl standing there getting an ice cream. Just as I arrived she quickly turned around and ran into me, her ice cream striking my bare chest and getting knocked out of her hand onto the ground.
"I'm sorry" we both said at the same time. We looked at my chest and then at her ice cream on the ground, and for some reason we both started laughing.
"Looks like I need to buy two ice creams," I said.
She looked up at me and I looked at her face for the first time.
Her eyes were so blue it was almost like looking at the ocean through a window. I was struck dumb momentarily by her beauty. We looked at each other in silence for about 2 seconds before she responded that it was her fault and I didn't need to buy her an ice cream.
I finally regained my wits.
"I will buy you another ice cream, but because you got yours all over my chest, you have to take a walk with me while we eat them," I said.
She agreed, and as I was ordering she took a napkin and began to clean the ice cream off of my chest.
She was wearing a perfume I had never smelled before, which I later learned was Jungle Gardenia. Her close proximity, her perfume, her beauty were all unnerving me. I tried to act normal but on the inside my heart was doing summersaults. I asked her name and she told me, Cindy. Beautiful, blond Cindy, the name fit her.
As we turned to walk away I looked at my friends and nodded. They understood and just watched in envy as Cindy and I began walking up the boardwalk.
We talked as we walked and I began to relax and feel more at ease. Cindy was there with her family on vacation from Denver. She had just turned 17 herself and we had a lot in common to talk about, mostly school and teenage stuff.
When we finished our ice creams I said that my chest was sticky and suggested we go for a swim to wash it off. She agreed and I got the feeling that she was happy to have someone to spend time with. Then I realized that she was new here, with her family, and was happy to have run into me. That increased my confidence and I began to feel like I was in charge of the situation.
We body surfed for a while and our bodies came into contact many times in the process. At one point a wave surprised us and she put her arms around my neck as if I were to save her. I quickly put my arms around her waist and pulled her close until the wave passed, then we both let go with a little embarrassment. I didn't want her to feel the bulge that had suddenly appeared in my trunks. That was the ice breaker though, and we soon found ourselves holding on to each other with each wave. We stayed in the water for about an hour, and when we walked out we were holding hands. We walked down the beach, hand in hand, talking. Our bodies frequently came into contact with each other and then, finally, I got up the nerve to kiss her. She did not resist but instead acted like she was ready for it. After that kiss I hugged her and she hugged me, then we continued walking down the beach, talking and slowly drying off.
It was past noon and we were hungry, so we went up on the boardwalk and looked around for a place to eat. We found a little sandwich shop and bought a couple of sandwiches. Our feet maintained constant contact under that table as we ate. She laughed at almost everything I said, even though I wasn't all that funny. I marveled at her beautiful smile. My tender 17 year old heart was falling fast. We talked about the day and realized that we only had a couple more hours to spend together. I was dying to kiss her again, so I suggested that we walk up the boardwalk and see if we could find a place underneath, out of the sun.
We found a place and went back as far as we could and got behind some pilings. We laid our beach towels down slightly overlapping and lay side by side. Soon we were kissing, and now there was passion and excitement, even a sense of urgency. Our hands roamed over each other and when I moved my hand down her back to her ass, she made no move to stop me. I was lying on my back and she pulled herself up and half on top of me, one leg between my legs. She had to feel my hard cock and I knew it, but she didn't move away. My hands roamed her back and her ass and we took turns kissing each other's necks. I was as turned on as I had ever been. Cindy shifted further on top of me and moved her leg across my outer thigh. She slowly kissed further down my chest as she slid her body down until her crotch came into contact with my throbbing cock. I couldn't believe this was happening. She was rubbing her pussy up and down my cock, dry humping me. I had my hands on her ass, pulling her against me as I felt the strings on her hips tying the bottoms of her suit on. I pulled on one of the strings, releasing one side of her bikini bottom and again she made no move to stop me. I slipped one hand underneath and caressed her bare ass. I was so excited I was afraid I was going to cum in my trunks. I untied the other side and threw the loose cloth down, exposing her ass completely and cupping her cheeks in my hands. I reached further down between her legs and felt her wetness, and when my fingers came into contact with her wet folds she moaned.
I reached up and untied the back and top of her bikini top, leaving it laying there between us with nothing holding it on.
I suddenly became impatient with my position on the bottom and I rolled her over. As I did her bikini top and bottom both fell off and she was naked before my eyes. Her breasts were firm and her nipples large and hard. I lowered my mouth to her breast and sucked a nipple in, eliciting another moan from her. As I kissed and sucked on her nipples she reached down with one hand and began to stroke my stiff member. She then found and pulled on the string that held my shorts up and reached inside my trunks. She took my member into her hand and began to stroke me. My precum got on her palm and she rubbed it on my shaft. I moved up to kiss her lips, getting on my knees at the same time. With one hand I pulled on my shorts, and she pulled on the other side, sliding my trunks down to my knees. I kicked them off, and then lay down on top of her with my thigh between her legs. She pushed up with her hips, pressing her wet pussy against my thigh.
I had never gone this far before and I was a little scared, but I knew that if she were willing to do this I was not going to stop.
I had heard the guys talking about eating pussy before, but I had never done it. I decided this was the perfect opportunity and I began to kiss my way down. I could smell her by the time I got to her navel. It was a musky smell that did nothing to reduce my excitement. The closer I got the more she moaned. I moved between her legs and kissed her mound, then her lips. She had a patch of hair that was shaved on each side and I licked the smooth skin around it. Then I just plunged my tongue between her lips. She arched her back and thrust her hips up at me, giving in to a loud orgasm. She was moving all over, thrusting her hips up and down and side to side. I had a hard time keeping my tongue inside her and her juices were all over my face. She had another orgasm, followed shortly by still another. This had never happened to me and I loved it, what an experience.
She reached down and grabbed my hair on each side of my head and pulled me gently up. I got the message and began kissing my way up her body, rubbing her juices on her skin as I went. I paused briefly at her incredible breasts to suck on each nipple once more, and then our lips came together in a bruising kiss. She put her hands on my ass and pulled me further up until the tip of my cock was just touching her wet folds. The head slowly parted her lips and once inside she gave a forceful thrust with her hips and slid her pussy all the way down on my cock. The feeling was fantastic, like nothing I had ever imagined. She began to pull back and thrust up, taking control and fucking me while I lay on top of her. Soon we were both working together in synchronized motion and her moaning was constant and loud. She quickly had an orgasm and I knew that I was not going to last. I could feel my cock swelling and getting harder and soon I was shooting my cum deep inside her. She kept thrusting her hips and halfway through my orgasm she came again. We slowly decreased our movements until we lay in each other's arms, panting and catching our breath. After about a minute my softened dick slipped out of her. I rolled her over so she would be on top so I could caress her body with my hands and positioning her higher so we could kiss. Our juices ran out of her onto my stomach but I didn't care. I was in heaven, and I was in love. I was thinking about laying there for a little while, then having sex again, but Cindy said that we had to get dressed and go for a swim to wash off. I thought, ok, and then we'll come back and have sex again. We got dressed, grabbed our towels and headed for the water. After a quick swim she grabbed my hand and started walking toward the beach. I felt a stirring in my loins thinking we were going back under the boardwalk, but instead she headed down the beach. We walked in silence for a minute, then she said that it was her first time. I stopped her and pulled her to me in an embrace and said that it was my first time also. Then she stopped my heart when she said that she loved me. I said that I loved her too and I wanted to go back under the boardwalk with her. She said that she couldn't, her parents would be expecting her back at the hotel. Suddenly I was struck with fear. Until then I had not considered how I was going to see her again. She began to cry, and we held each other, both realizing that we were about to part for good. Tears began to run down my face. My tender, 17 year old heart was breaking. I had just met this girl this morning and she had made my heart soar, then brought it down to the depths of despair.
She looked at my face, searching in my eyes for I don't know what, then rubbed the tears from my cheeks. We kissed, and then she turned and ran up the beach. I watched until she was out of sight, knowing I would never see her again.
Note:
Parts of this story are true. When I was 17 I dated a beautiful blond named Cindy who wore Jungle Gardenia and stole my heart. Also when I was 17 I stayed with a friend in the bay area and we did hitchhike down to Santa Cruz in the back of a pickup truck. Santa Cruz does have a boardwalk.
The rest of the story was inspired by a song by the Drifters called Under the Boardwalk'.
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