It is a perfectly typical July day on Cape Cod. It is warm, sunny, and the sand on the beach is hot. Down on the blanket, there is no breeze, and little droplets of sweat are forming everywhere.
I’m with a group of friends, one of whom is a boy named Bill, who I’d like to get to know better.
Someone’s playlist is playing on a portable Bluetooth speaker. I prefer just listening to the sounds of the beach, but the music is OK.
One of the girls, Susan, asks if anyone wants a cold water or beer. I want a water, and she gently tosses the bottle down the line. In my thirsty and slightly distracted state, I forget that I’ve untied my bikini top, and what happens next is probably every guy’s dream.
I reflexively kneel up, and my boobs are suddenly free—there for all the world to see. It actually doesn’t bother me, since a lot of people have seen them—except the guy on the blanket next to me, the one I want to get to know.
Of course, Susan calls his name and tosses a bottle to him. He kneels up, catches his bottle, and gets an eyeful of what he hasn’t seen before.
Funny, but awkward. I chuckle and say, “Well, I think that sure breaks the ice. I’m Erin. Nice to meet you.”
I don’t do the hand-bra thing or react like I’ve been mortally and morally wounded. Instead, I slowly “recover my composure,” put the water bottle on the blanket, and lie back down on my belly—making sure my boobs do a nice little swing and sway on the way down.
When I hit the blanket, of course, I have to adjust them and make sure they’re comfortable—all the while making sure he is able to see everything.
He stammers, “I can’t believe that happened. You do have a nice tan, though. No tan lines.”
“Thanks! I was getting hot anyway, and the ocean breeze felt nice and cool on them. I had droplets of sweat where the sun doesn’t usually shine. I might have to get up for a swim pretty soon. Want to come in with me?”
“Yeah. It is hot down here on the sand. A quick dip would feel great.”
He’s lying on his stomach, and I can tell he’s not as comfortable as he was earlier. He definitely seems to be doing a little grinding on the blanket, trying to shift something around to be more comfortable.
I would love to see what there is to see and do with Bill. I lean up on my elbows, giving a nice view of side boob, my nipple just barely touching the blanket.
I look over at him and ask, “Let’s go in now. I’m dripping. Would you mind getting up and tying my bra strap?”
His eyes laser-focused on my side boobs. I see a nicely growing tent in his shorts. He does his best to rearrange himself, but to no avail. He ties my bra strap and helps me up.
He turns quickly, takes my hand, and starts running into the water. I suppose he was trying to hide the tent pole.
We get to knee-deep water, and each do a shallow dive toward deeper water. We stop in chest-deep water and laugh and splash each other.
After some small talk, I sidle over next to him and say, “You know, that was a perfectly natural thing that was happening, and I’m actually flattered by how you were affected.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, you know what I mean.”
I reach over and run my hand over the outside of his crotch and feel that he’s still hard. I grab it, squeeze, giggle, and say, “THIS is what I mean.”
I slowly move my hand under his waistband and reach in, probing for my prize. Even in the cool water, I can feel the heat.
“I have to check this out. Do you mind?”
I dive down and pull his shorts to his knees, setting him free. It is substantial and beautifully formed, even in the poor visibility underwater. I imagine that I’m seeing a wonderful playground for the first time.
I’m an experienced SCUBA diver, free diver, and competitive swimmer, and I can hold my breath longer than most. Reaching behind his knees, I hold on to keep from floating up and pull myself close.
I take him into my mouth and gently suck on him for a minute.
When I surface to get a breath, I hand him my bikini top to hold. I prefer my birthday suit at times like this.
“Have you ever gotten a handjob in the water?”
“No, and I’ve never even had an orgasm in the water. But a girl I know in school has given me a bunch of handjobs. They’re great.”
“Does she give you blowjobs, too?”
“She did once and said it grossed her out.”
“Well then, I think you’re going to love the next few minutes. This is going to be fun for both of us.”
As I start to squeeze him, I explain, “I can’t rub and stroke you underwater without some lube, and I can’t use spit like your friend probably does because it’ll just wash away. I’ve done this with a few friends, and what I’ll do is just squeeze gently, tug a little, and rub a little on the head. You tell me how it feels.”
“OK, but aren’t you afraid everyone will see?”
“Not really. We’re in deep water, and all the action is underwater. The only thing people on the beach will see is two friends standing close together, having a ‘nice conversation.’ They can’t even see my tits—only you can. Everything is underwater.”
I squeeze and gently tug. He starts to moan a little, getting harder and larger.
“You know, what they say about guys and their cocks in cold water is true – the cock sometimes shrinks down to almost nothing if you don’t keep it warm. I’m keeping you warm and large and hard by holding it and bringing it into my nice warm mouth. I can feel that you’re enjoying this.”
“Oh, Erin, that feels so nice. That feels better than I’ve ever felt down there. I’m going to come pretty soon.”
I grab him by the butt and pull myself close, taking him deeply into my mouth. Holding his butt with one hand and his cock with my mouth and the other hand, I let my tongue trace around the edges of his cockhead.”
Feeling a guy cumming in my mouth has always been great fun for me, and having it happen underwater is a unique treat, an extra special part of some of my blowjobs. Bill’s cock is wonderful, and I’m sure this isn’t the last time I’ll be enjoying it. I think of my experiences underwater with a few other guys, and I am really excited about what’s about to happen”.
“Let me know just before you do. I want to catch some and taste it.”
His body tenses, his cock hardens even more. I suck and run my tongue all around the head.
“I’m gonna come… any second!”
I dive back down and pull myself close and hold him steady.
He explodes.
When I surface again, I smile. I keep most of it in my mouth and show him, but I let some go so we could watch the little wisps and strings of cum float around us.
“Oh God, Erin, that was unbelievable. That was so great. I hope you are OK with doing that again!”
“Bill, it was fun—and delicious, too. I bet you eat nice, healthy food! And yes, it will be my pleasure to do it again. Maybe later tonight?”
We chat for a minute while he pulls his shorts back up, and he helps me with my top.
Before my boobs are tucked away, I back into him and pull his hands around me, placing them on my breasts. His instincts kick right in—I love it when someone plays with my breasts.
We swim back to the beach and get comfortable on the blanket.
Susan gives me a sly smile and silently pokes the inside of her cheek with her tongue, looking at me quizzically. I smile, shake my head yes, and lick my lips. She gives me a thumbs-up.
I lie down on the blanket, untie my bra string, and ask, “Bill, I have something to ask you. Would you like to go out with me tonight? Maybe for dinner and a movie, and we’ll see what happens. Oh—and I can certainly suggest a very healthy and tasty snack for you to eat later on.”
