Last Friday I got the surprise of my life. It was my sixteenth birthday. My girlfriend, Gail, had turned sixteen the week before and I had really spoiled her. I had saved up and we went to a fancy restaurant. I bought her flowers and candy and a really nice necklace. I even told her I loved her for the first time - and it was no lie. She was all smiles and seemed happier than I'd ever seen her. When she asked me what I wanted for my birthday I told her I just wanted her.
She smiled a sweet but mischievous smile and said, "That can be arranged."
I asked her what she meant but she wouldn't say.
We had only been dating a few months. We each still lived at home with our parents. It was summer and we would be going back to high school in the fall. Both our families were strict and neither of us had any experience with sex. We hadn't done much together yet, but it wasn't from lack of desire.
Gail is drop-dead gorgeous. She's 5'6" with long wavy brown hair. She dresses nice, for casual comfort rather than style, but still always looks classy. A light summer dress or a light top and skirt are her style rather than torn-up jeans for example. But she looks great in anything. She's got a perfect figure to go with her perfect face - bright green eyes, full lips, soft, smooth skin.
I love how she looks when she hunches her shoulders towards the front as if trying to curl into a protective ball. Her breasts come together and look even fuller and rounder than usual. I can tell that she only wears light-weight bras because her breasts always seem to move quite freely under her clothes, which I find very sexy of course.
About a month ago we were kissing on the sofa at her place. Her parents had gone to bed. As usual, I slid my hand down her soft smooth neck to her shoulder and upper chest. She was wearing a blouse with the top two buttons undone. Rather than reach up and hold my hand as usual, she just kept kissing me. I felt the soft slope of her breast begin as my hand continued down over her blouse. I expected her to raise her hand to mine at any second but it didn't happen.
Soon I was cupping her breast. I could feel her hard nipple in the palm of my hand. I squeezed and couldn't believe how delicately soft, yet firm she was. I cupped and lifted her breast, squeezing and fondling her as we continued to kiss. She was breathing heavily and soft moans escaped her lips each time I squeezed her or gently glided my fingers across her nipple. It was only when I raised my hand to unbutton her blouse that I felt her hand on mine - the silent but clear signal that I had taken things as far as she was comfortable.
Since then fondling her breasts over her clothes has become I look forward to when we are safely alone. I always try to push for more but was always gently rebuffed - until last Friday. After my birthday dinner, Gail suggested we take a walk on the beach. It was early evening and there weren't many people around. We walked along the shore holding hands, stopping occasionally to inspect a rock she found pretty or a sea shell.
Gail looked amazing. She wore denim shorts and a blue and white top with a rounded elastic neckline. I suspected that was all she wore by the way her breasts moved under her top. Playfully I jostled her or swung her around me as if we were dancing, just to watch her body move beneath her clothes. I'm sure my focus was obvious to her but she played along, watching my eyes as I watched her beautiful body - graceful and so, so seductive.
At one point, while we were just walking, Gail released my hand and pulled the sleeves of her top down over her shoulders, halfway down to her elbows. The elastic neckline held her top in place but left her shoulders bare and the upper half of her breasts exposed. I smiled and told her how beautiful she looked. She blushed, smiled, and kissed me on the cheek, pressing her breast against my arm. I could tell then that I was right, she wasn't wearing a bra.
I don't know how she felt inside but on the outside, Gail looked calm, cool, confident, and as stunningly beautiful as always. Even more so with so much of her soft curves exposed. But me? I was a mess. Nervous to the point of shivering and painfully hard beneath my shorts. I wanted, no, 'needed' this beautiful girl so badly. But I loved her and wasn't about to let my needs ruin our relationship. I told myself to be patient.
But that didn't mean I wasn't going to try to push things as much as she'd let me. I lead her to a log, a big piece of driftwood that had been scoured clean by sand and sea. We sat down on it side by side. I put my arm around, my hand luxuriating on the feel of her soft shoulder. She smiled up at me and I kissed her.
We kissed for several minutes. Between kisses, I enjoyed the sight of her soft curves and drove myself crazy thinking about how just a thin bit of cloth was keeping me from seeing what I longed to see - and feel. As she watched my eyes I deliberately looked down to her chest, my gaze lingering on her breasts.
She hunched her shoulders cutely and I could see even more of her soft curves. I looked back up to her eyes again and she was still sweetly smiling back. I was thinking about making a move when still watching my eyes, she said, "Do you want to see them?"
I nodded. "That would be such a great birthday present," I said with a dry mouth and nervous smile.
She looked into my eye as she started to slowly tug her sleeves down to her elbows. I watched her neckline slide down over the curves of her breasts. I'm not sure but I think I gasped when I saw her light brown areolas appear and then two perfect nipples. They were beautiful, just as I knew they'd be.
Gail still wore that sweet smile, even though she now wore little else. She sat smiling at me, her exquisite face poised over those two beautiful, plump mounds of gorgeous flesh that I couldn't stop staring at. I wonder what she saw staring back. Hopefully not the slack-jawed drooling mess that I fear she saw. But she didn't seem to mind. She giggled cutely and I was relieved that at least she found my reaction more amusing than repulsive.
I told her she looked incredible and she reached for my hand and raised it to her breast, pressing it into the unbelievably soft flesh. After a moment she dropped her hand and leaned up to kiss me. I kissed her back, one arm still over her shoulder and the other hand now fondling her perfect breast.
Our kiss was deep, passionate. She moaned softly into my mouth as I caressed and massaged first one breast and then the other. She gasped when I gently pinched and twisted her nipples and strummed my fingers across them. Soon I broke our kiss and lowered my head to her chest - kissing, licking, and taking, first one and then the other succulent breast into my mouth.
That's when something wonderful happened. Something I could not have even dreamed of. She came. Gail came. With her breast in my mouth, my tongue flicking and rolling over and over her nipple, she suddenly sucked air between her teeth and pressed her hand between her legs. Her breath became quick and ragged - panting and moaning. Her hand pressed my head into her breast and held it there as if her life, and mine, depended on me keeping her nipple in my mouth.
When her orgasm finally subsided, with a look of utter bliss on her face, Gail could only say, "That was ... That was ..." as words failed her. Looking at this topless beauty, her bare chest still heaving, I couldn't imagine a more breathtakingly erotic sight.
Probably not for the first time, Gail's eyes fell on the obvious tent in my shorts. "Well this doesn't seem fair," she said as she took hold of the elastic waistband of my shorts and tugged it down, releasing my incredibly erect penis.
"Oh," she said, smiling sweetly. I raised my butt and together we pulled my shorts down to my ankles. She just sat admiring the novel sight of my erection for a few moments while I felt close to bursting just from the pressure of this topless beauty's eyes on my cock.
Still looking at my penis, she slid her arms out of her sleeves, pushing her top down to her waist. Then she wrapped her hand around my shaft and began pumping up and down. I stretched out my legs and looked up at the sky. That's when I noticed him.
Our log was positioned so that our backs were toward the entrance to the beach so we hadn't noticed the boy who must have walked up the beach while we were busy kissing. He had noticed us though and was lying on his stomach on a towel by the shoreline looking directly at us.
Our log was positioned at about a 45-degree angle to the shoreline. I was sitting closer to the water than Gail was. With my focus on Gail, I was turned mostly away from the shore so how long he was watching I don't know. But it must have been a while as he had settled in and wasn't moving when I first noticed him. It was twilight and there was still plenty of light to give him an eye full of Gail, topless, and now me, sporting the biggest erection of my life.
By the time I spotted him, Gail's hand was already around my cock and pumping me. Even if I could have said something, I wouldn't have taken the chance of interrupting what was about to happen. And suddenly, it did. After only a few pumps I exploded. Everything I had inside me jetted high into the air before falling to the sand in front of our log.
"Uuuggghh," I moaned and heard an appreciative, "Wow!" from Gail as she continued to pump me dry. I was delirious with pleasure as wave after wave of semen spilled onto the sand and over Gail's hand. Even after I stopped cumming I stayed hard in her grasp. It felt wonderful to feel her delicate hand around my penis while I gazed at her soft, bare breasts.
Finally, I regained enough sense to remember the other guy and wonder what he was thinking about all this. I looked at him again and he was still staring intently. He obviously enjoyed the show we were putting on. I knew he had a great view of Gail and I thought of how lucky he was to get to see her like this.
Then I thought of myself. Gail had finally released me and wiped her hand on a towel in the beach bag beside us. I was still sitting, legs stretched in front of me, my still very erect penis on full display for both Gail and this guy to see. The sun was behind him and its glare made it hard for me to see him well.
"It's ok," she said. "He must not mind since he's been staring at us the whole time and he's obviously in no hurry to leave."
"The whole time?" I turned towards Gail trying to process her words while still in a stupor from the glorious experience we had just shared. Gail had obviously seen him before I did. But when? Was it before she pulled her top down? Had she deliberately exposed her breasts to me and to this other boy at the same time?
The thought made me jealous but also incredibly excited. Then it struck me that she was still sitting here topless, making no effort to cover herself and he was still staring at her. We just sat there as the sun dropped below the horizon. It was still light but without the glare, I could see him clearly now. That meant his view of us, barely 40 feet away, had been excellent all along.
I saw that he was about our age and I wondered, did Gail know him? Had she seen him around? Would she ever bump into him somewhere when he'd undress her with his eyes and recall exactly what her beautiful breasts looked like naked?
And what about me? I was still splayed out, mostly in shock, my erection exposed to the lovely creature beside me but also to this other guy. Gail had let it go but kept looking at it, making no effort to cover me, obviously willing to share our nudity with another guy.
I studied him intently but couldn't tell exactly where he was looking. Gail had deliberately exposed my penis to this guy. As I sat there with it still prominently on display I felt confused but my erection wasn't going down. In fact, it was throbbing almost as hard as before I came.