Date: Tue, 6 Jan 2009 11:46:46 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Carolina Beach Summer, (lesbian/adult youth, f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a teenaged girl and a woman. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2009 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay699@yahoo.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Carolina Beach Summer By Jan What could be more exciting for a 17-year old girl than the prospect of spending two months on the Carolina Beach, North Carolina, even if it meant babysitting two children? A neighbor couple had rented a beach home for the summer. Bill would stay at home in Jacksonville during the week, and drive down on weekends. Kimberly was a rather tall, 33-year old, dark haired beautiful woman all of five-foot nine, with a well proportioned body; a full figured 38-C breasts, and wide hips. Her two children were a girl and boy aged 4 and 2. My name is Joan and I was 17-years old and going into my senior year of high school. I was five- foot six, slender and only a 34-B cup at the time. We had met at the public tennis courts and became friends. We played doubles together if we were not playing each other. It was that relationship that inspired her to ask me if I would like to baby-sit for her children, during their two months vacation at the beach. I idolized her and wanted to be just like her. I didn't have to think twice before accepting her offer. My parents thought it would be a great adventure for me, and since I would be with a family known to them, they agreed right away. I spent the next couple of weeks packing what I thought I would need for the two months at the beach. When the date arrived for our departure I was so excited that the drive south on Highway 17, seemed like an eternity. The beach house was right on the Atlantic Ocean. It was just a short walk down the sand-dunes to the beach. The house was old but warm. It was weathered, and in need of a good paint job. The bathroom was accurate to the time of the construction of the house. The kitchen had been updated a couple of time to satisfy the desires of various housewives. The problem was that it was no longer representative of the thirties and it looked more like something out of the sixties. It cried out for someone to restore it or update it with modern fixtures like a commercial kitchen and hide a walk in refrigerator behind wooden doors like an ice-box from the right age. At the time the house was built linoleum floors were only in the homes of the rich. They had been replaced several times over the years. Because of the proximity of the ocean and sandy beach, linoleum was still the cheapest and most practical floor covering. There were four bedrooms in the house. In the days when some rich person built the house for a summer retreat, they brought along a maid to look after the children and do the housekeeping for them. So the children's rooms and the maid's room were on the opposite side of the house from the master bedroom. It may not have been a large bedroom but at least it was private and clean. I had smelled the salt rich air as soon as we were within two miles of the ocean and I loved the smell of the air in the bedroom. I put my clothes in the dresser quickly and helped Kimberly and the children unpack. The children were almost uncontrollable with their desire to see the ocean. As soon as we could get them into swim-suits, we had to take them down to the beach. The 4-year old girl ran right into the water without any fear. The 2-year old boy took one look at the waves and was frightened. The waves were small but to him they looked monstrous. I had to charge into the water after the girl. The water was colder than she expected, but she welcomed the relief from the humid summer heat. It was great fun for me. We went shopping in the beach town to stock up the pantry and fridge. We also hit all of the tourist spots before the weekend was over. Bill left Sunday evening early enough to get home in time to get enough sleep before returning to work. The daily schedule settled in right away. We got up with the sun, fed and clothed ourselves before taking the children down to the beach. They hardly ever played in water much deeper than their waists. They were happy to play in the wet sand, where it was cool. Kimberly and I would keep and eye on them while absorbing the sun. In those days no one gave skin cancer a thought. The goal was to get a golden tan. In the same vein, she almost always had a cigarette between her fingers. She even allowed me to smoke too. I felt so grown up being allowed to smoke in front of an adult. The house had a private deck on the roof. In the New England Whaling ports, such decks are called "Widows Walks." The neat thing about the deck was when the children were taking their afternoon nap we could retreat to the deck where we could sunbath in our birthday suits. Heaven forbid we should have tan lines on our bodies. While we were lounging around up there I got a good look at her naked body. I found her very attractive. I was embarrassed by what I was thinking. Kimberly said, "Joan, would you kindly apply sun tan lotion on me and I will do you?" I almost choked at the thought of rubbing my hands on her naked body. I took the bottle of sun tan lotion and sat down on the side of her recliner as she rolled over onto her tummy. She crossed her arms and placed her cheek on the backs of her hands. I poured some lotion into my left hand, and rubbed my hands together. When I placed my hands on her shoulders, they felt warm. I felt her muscles relax as I rubbed her back. When I moved down to apply lotion on her legs, the view of her ass was very distracting. I could hardly swallow as I looked up between her legs. Her butt was parted enough for me to see the dark puckered ring of her asshole, below that was the swollen bulge of her vulva. The dark hairs on her pussy were moist, and her labia protruded like the meat of a razor clam, sticking out of the shell. My hands were trembling as I rubbed the lotion into her legs, while staring at her crotch. She never moved an inch. When I rubbed the lotion onto her buttocks, I felt how firm they were. My hands were still resting on her ass when she turned over. I lifted my hands up as she did so. My mouth felt dry as I looked at her body. Her breasts were capped by mauve areolas the size of silver dollars. I was afraid to touch them. She was the one to guide my hands as I rubbed the lotion all over her breasts. I felt her nipples respond as the palms of my hands moved her nipples. I felt her ribs swell as she breathed. This time when I started on the fronts of her legs I was looking right at the triangle of dark hair on her vulva. My hands were shaking long before my hands reached her upper legs. Kim was the one to take hold of my hand and place it right on her pussy. I was too scared to do anything. Kim sat up, and announced; "Now it is your turn for me to grease you up." She made room for me to lie down on my tummy, and took the bottle from me. She poured a generous amount of lotion on my back and started rubbing it all over my back. Then she moved to the foot of the lounge and started on my legs, just as I had done her. When she started applying lotion to my ass, she even ran her fingers between the cheeks of my ass. When her fingertip touched my asshole I almost peed. She was the one to tell me to turn over. The way she applied lotion to my breasts you would think she was molding clay. I could not believe how thrilling it was. She stopped suddenly and went down to my legs and worked her way up to my crotch. She used her longest finger to rub my clit until I actually climaxed. We hugged and kissed after I recovered. We made it a daily practice to sunbath together and we masturbated each other. She had found out I was no virgin by sticking her finger into my vagina. I told her about allowing a few boys to fuck me. The first had been painful, but he did not stop until he had cum. It was over quickly and left me frustrated. The other guys had cum fast too, but a couple had at least masturbated me until I climaxed. One night she came into my bedroom late at night and she pulled the covers off of my body. I slept in an oversized Atlanta Falcons football jersey. She pulled it up and started kissing my body. I had heard about oral sex but had never experienced it before. When Kim spread my legs and held onto my thighs before she blew her breath onto my pussy hairs, I could not keep my ass still. Kim drove me to distraction with her tongue. I never knew anything could feel so exciting. Weekends were boring when Bill was around. We did do some shopping together. Kim delighted in feeling me up in public to embarrass me. During the week she made love to me with her hands and mouth. The vacation was half over the night she took me to her bed, took her place on the bed and summoned me to a place between her legs. I knew what she wanted without being told. I placed my hands on her soft inner thighs and felt the heat of her body. I could not believe how much the smell of her wet pussy hairs excited me. I parted her pussy lips and looked at her cunt for a long time. She grew impatient and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into her gaping pussy. I used my tongue like Kim had used hers on my pussy. By the end of the vacation I would do anything she wanted. I hated the summer coming to an end, and having to go home. I could not spend too much time with Kim or our relationship might be discovered. To satisfy my desires I started seeking out other girls that were reputed to be lesbians. That became my way of life, publicly I was a straight young lady but privately I had a circle of girlfriends with whom I relived the night with Kimberly. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay699@yahoo.com