Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2007 18:00:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Christina di Filippo Subject: Holidays on the Beach _____________________________________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age Eighteen, PLEASE STOP READING NOW!!!! This work is copyrighted to the author. Please, do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. I will be pleased to receive your comments. Please send them to christinadifilippo@yahoo.com ______________________________________________________________________ My neighbor Sissi is a hotshot lawyer that works 25 hours a day, 8 days a week. She is in her middle thirties, divorced and has a daughter who is 14 and that I have known since she was born. Monica is a lovely child. My name is Chris and I am a 23-year-old nursing student. I still live with my parents and I have been Monica's babysitter many times. Sissi owns a house by the beach and every summer she invites me to spend a few weeks down there with her and Monica. This year, Sissi called me and said that the case she was handling had got stuck and that she would not have much to do until the other part did a number of things. She would therefore advance the visit to the beach a couple of weeks because she imagined that she would not be able to go in the usual period. She asked me whether that screwed up my plans. The official holiday period at the University would begin in one week, but I had already gone through all my exams and, like Sissi, I had very little to do. I agreed and we set out to leave the following Saturday. We arrived on Saturday around noon, with plenty of time to go to the beach and sunbathe for a couple of hours. Sissi and Monica did not go, so I went by myself. While I passed the sunscreen on my body I remembered some of the adventures I had with two girls I met there the previous year. The three of us were bi but we were a bit sick of men at the time and decided to spend the holidays in a girls-only group. One thing led to another and in a few days we were all in bed, licking, sucking, fingering and caressing each other. It was almost non-stop sex for two weeks. This year I had come earlier and I did not know whether they would be there already or if I would have to find another girl. It was a very calm weekend, not too hot, with a sea breeze to cool us off. On Sunday Sissi, Monica and I went to the beach and did the usual stuff. Monica met some of her pals and disappeared for a while. On Sunday evening Sissi received a phone call from her partner who told her that most of the problems had been resolved by the other part and that negotiations would begin again on Monday. She got very angry, but being a workaholic, it was not much of a choice. She asked me: "Chris, do you mind staying here with Monica? I believe I will be able to come back in two weeks time, and you can have a four-week holiday this year." The weather was good, both the pantry and the fridge were full, all the shopping we might need was less than a 5-minute walk and I was used to babysit for Monica, so why not? Sissi left me some money to take care of shopping and leisure expenses. She left all possible telephones I might need for any type of situation and left on Monday morning. Monica and I spent the day on the beach and, in the evening, she told me that the next day she would go bicycle riding up to the other end of the beach, with her pals. It is a 10 km distance each way, on soft sand, so I asked her whether she was sure she was up to the task. Well, try to change the mind of a teenager when "the crowd" has decided something! The clincher came when she told me that some 18- year-olds, brothers and sisters of some of her pals would go as well. She and her crowd left at about 10:00 AM the following day. There were about 30 of them, including half a dozen older faces trying to organize the pack. I spent the day on the beach, and by 2:00 PM started to wonder whether they were coming back. By 3:00 PM I was worried and by 4:00 PM I was in panic. They came back by 4:30 PM. Monica was walking, pushing her bike. She was excited with the adventure, very red from the sun and walking with her legs apart. I asked: "Hi! Was it good? You had me worrying." She replied excited: "We went to the rocks at the other end of the beach and the older guys went diving. They caught a few fish and one lobster and we made a barbecue! It was awesome!" "One lobster for 30? Whow! Why are you walking instead of riding?" "Because I feel sore between my legs. Sand, salt and sun do not mix up well with bike seats. I am feeling awful!" "Let us go home and I will examine it." We went to her room and started examining her. Her upper tights were inflamed, very red, with very small rash blisters. It went from mid tight to her perineal area. I told her: "Let us remove your bikini bottom so that I can look better." She shied away from me and I said: "Come on, Mon! I have seen you naked since you were a kid. I have helped your mother with your rashes before, diaper rashes if you want to know. Come on, on all fours!" Slightly vexed she removed her bikini bottom and climbed on the bed. For the first time in many years I really looked at Monica and I had a shock! That little girl that I had been seeing since she was a baby had developed into a woman. She got a round ass, thick tights and even some hairs on her pussy. All that right under my eyes and I had not noticed it. I kept looking at her beautiful pussy until she broke the trance: "Come on!" I examined the area and it was equally inflamed. The whole region had salt and a little sand around it. I looked at her body and she was red as a cooked lobster. I said: "Remove your bra as well." She did it and I saw the most beautiful pair of budding breasts, with lovely pink nipples. I examined them and there was some inflamed skin in the friction area between the breasts and the borders of the bra. I told her: "Go shower but do not rub around there. I will fetch some moisturizing lotion to rub on the inflamed areas. Which cover 99% of your body, by the way! I will go to the pharmacy while you shower." On the way to the drugstore I started thinking about Mon's body. I was so used to think of her as a kid, that I was surprised she was not any more. She had become the sort of Lolita that can tamper with the brains of both men and women. Some women at least. I had a chat with the pharmacist and bought a sunburn relief lotion and a thin moisturizing lotion. She told me that hydrating the skin would make her feel better. Back at home she was on the phone with one of her friends, still wrapped in a towel. She hung up, unwrapped the towel and lay down on her tummy. I started spreading the sunburn lotion on her body. She had a very soft skin, and I did my job, from head to toe, as if it were a caress. I asked: "Am I hurting you?" "No! It is really a relief lotion" "OK, flip!" She turned around and I looked at her delicious little body. I avoided sighing and went through the job in the front. When I reached her breasts I "accidentally" rubbed over her nipples, which made her shrink and blush as if it was possible for her to get any redder. I kept applying the lotion and, when I looked at her nipples again, I had the feeling that they were slightly larger. When I finished with the sunburn lotion she asked: "You forgot the worst part. I am aching between my tights" "No Mon, I didn't forget. We will have to apply a different lotion because the problem here was not sunburn but friction. That applies to the part where the edge of the bra rubbed against your breast also". I cleaned my hands in the towel, picked the other bottle, and spread a little of the moisturizing lotion around her breasts. I then massaged them very delicately and I felt her shying away, with dreamy eyes. Her nipples started getting larger again. When I thought I had done it for as long as I could I said: "I will have to spread this on your crotch area, Mon. It would be better if you got on all fours again." She sighed and did as I told her. I looked at that perfect ass and started to feel horny. I said: "Spread your tights a little, honey." She did it and I got a perfect view of her delightful pussy. I started spreading the lotion on her tights upwards, and each time I got near her pussy I would "accidentally" let the side of my hand touch her labia. I then applied some lotion on her ass and deliberately let some of it to drop on her crack. I said: "Oops! Sorry" and removed the excess with my fingers. She didn't say anything but her bottom was covered with goosebumps. I then said: "And let us finish with the perineum that is also inflamed" "Peri what?" "Perineum. Is this region here," I said, touching it with my finger. She had an involuntary contraction that trapped my hand between her tights. I felt a little moisture in my fingers. I was getting hornier by the minute but I did not want to force my hand (in any sense!) I knew her mother, my parents knew her mother, I had their trust, and it was too risky to do something stupid because I interpreted the signs wrong. I applied the lotion carefully and told her to get dressed. I made dinner and we watched TV and I did not notice any changes in her. The following day was cloudy and I stayed home. She went out to meet her crowd and came back early. She then told me she was going to take a shower. I said: "Call me when you finish. We have to apply the lotions again." We repeated much of what we had done the day before. When applying moisturizing to her breasts I boldly joined the tips of my fingers around her nipples and said: "You are getting some pretty growing boobies, Mon. Take care with the boys!" She blushed intensely and said: "They are nonexistent comparing to yours" "Mine are the right size, big but not too big. Yours will get like mine in a couple of years, I am sure. Now flip!" I worked on her tights, caressing them, while looking at her perfect pussy. It was not prudent to repeat the accidental excess lotion on her crack but I applied it over a much wider area than strictly necessary, caressing her crack and even running the tip of my finger over her asshole. When I applied the lotion on her perineum (which, to be frank, didn't need it) I went as close to her pussy as possible. She suddenly moved her body and her pussy went around my finger. She said: "Sorry, I thought you had finished." "Pretty much. Now get dressed and let's make dinner." I left her room and ran to mine. I smelled my fingers and felt the delicious aroma of her little pussy, which was very wet. I started having ideas. The next day we went to the beach but she stayed with me most of the time. After some time, she coyly asked me: "Can I ask you a question?" "Yes, honey. What is troubling you?" "Is it wrong to masturbate?" I was not prepared for that question, and it took me a few seconds to answer: "No dear, it is not. Your pussy is a source of great pleasure and masturbation is great when you do it right. You should do it in private, though. No one needs to know. And always wash your hands, before and after." "Am I too young to do it?" "How old are you now? Fourteen? It is about the right time. You are developing breasts and a nice fur around your pussy. These are signs you are becoming a woman. You can do it, just don't overdo it" "Did you do it when you were fourteen?" "I believe I started when I was twelve. But I was always an early developer as far as sex goes." "Thanks, Chris" I was dying to ask whether she had done it, but I decided not to pry. For the rest of the day we chatted about other things. In the evening she had a shower and I did not to offer to apply the lotion on her. When she came out of the bathroom she asked: "Aren't you going to apply the lotions on me?" "Do you think you still need them?" "Oh yes. It is still tender and I am itching a little." "It is normal dear, in a few days your skin will start to come off." We went to her room and she lied down, naked, very provocative. I decided to go a step further. I started applying the lotion, and when I got to her breasts I said: "Let me massage them to make them grow faster." She closed her eyes and I started the massage. Her breasts were so small that I could neither cup them nor knead them. When I got to her nipples, she moaned and said: "That feels good." I told her to turn and applied on her legs, buttocks and back, massaging around her neck. She purred with satisfaction. I then asked her to kneel and delicately pushed her head until she was on all fours. I asked her to spread her tights and she spread them really wide. When I applied lotion to her ass, I invaded her crack again and "accidentally" touched her anus. She moaned. Emboldened, I started to apply the lotion around her pussy and she said: "That is where I feel the itch." I thought: "Don't we all?" but refrained from expressing it. I asked "Where, honey?" "More to the center" I started massaging her labia, which were rather wet, and asked "Here?" "Yes, perhaps a little more to the center." At that point I did not have any more doubts and started massaging her pussy. I went as far as her clit and said: "This is where you must concentrate when you masturbate, Mon." She moaned and said: "It feels soooo good." I kept caressing her until she came. She did it very delicately, very silently, but she did have an orgasm. My hand was coated with her juice. I waited for her reaction. She rose, blushing, and said: "I will get dressed and help you with dinner." I opened a bottle of wine and offered her a little. She drank, pushed her glass towards me and said: "Nice!" "Oh no! I won't get you drunk. Another glass during dinner and that's it" After dinner it started to rain heavily and we got a thunderstorm. Monica said that she feared thunder. She then asked "May I sleep with you tonight?" I laughed at her: "A big girl with fear of thunders. I don't believe it" "Please!!" "But Mon, I sleep naked. I didn't bring a sleeping gown or pajamas" "I don't care. And you saw me naked, so why can't I see you?" I made a worried face but I was elated inside. I obviously agreed. We watched TV for a while but my head was elsewhere. I told her I was going to bed and she promptly switched the TV off. She went to her room to change and I brushed my teeth and did other chores to waste time until she came to my room. I wanted her to see me stripping. She was wearing a see-through baby-doll and the nipples in her little breasts were pushing against the thin fabric. I started to take my clothes off. I took my top, then my shorts and paraded around the room in my panties and bra as if I were looking for something. My panties probably had a spot in the crotch area, but who cared? I took my bra off, freeing my breasts that were also hard, with pointed nipples. I then slowly removed my panties and showed her my neatly trimmed bush. She was looking fascinated at my body. She sighed and said: "Gosh, you are beautiful!" I turned towards her, in a provocative pose and said: "Do you think?" "Yessss. Your breasts are perfect. I wish mine will get just like that." I climbed to the bed. I asked her whether I could switch the lights off and she said to wait a little. She kept looking at my breasts that were conveniently uncovered by the sheets. She then asked with a coy smile: "You know, this afternoon, when you massaged me?" "Yes" "Well, I have touched myself many times but I never felt anything like that" "It comes with training," I said with a smile. "Would you like to do it again?" "Yessss" "Come here" She stripped her baby-doll and I embraced the young woman, delicately pulling her head against my breasts. She looked at them, inhaled them and I asked: "Do you want to touch them?" She didn't reply. Her hand shot up and she started caressing my breast, then my nipple, making it even harder. "Why don't you suck it, Mon?" She looked at me, then at my breast and closed her mouth against my nipple. I started caressing her back, then her ass, and then I passed my finger through the crack and felt her anus. When I tried to progress towards her pussy it became complicated, because my arm is not that long, so I kept caressing her butt while she suckled at my breast. I whispered in her ear: "It is delicious. Let me suck you a little." She lied on her back and I kissed her lips, then her neck and reached her small breasts. I sucked each of them until her nipples were rock hard. I started going down, to her navel and belly, leaving a wet trace behind me. When I reached her crotch she opened her legs wide, giving me a clear view of her young pussy. Her clit was out of its hood and she was very wet. I kissed the internal part of her tights, feeling the delicious smell of her cunt. When I started licking it she bucked, moaned and cried: "Yessss, it is goooood." I pushed her legs up and licked all the way to her asshole. She said "Yes, Chris. Lick my ass!" I pushed my tongue into her but it was too tight. I returned to her pussy and started sucking her clit while my tongue massaged it very fast. I dipped my finger in her cunt and lubricated the entrance of her anus. When I felt she was going to come, I pushed my finger into her rectum and increased the speed of the movement of my tongue around her clit. This time her orgasm was neither delicate nor silent. She came wildly and screaming. She produced a large quantity of pussy honey, which I lapped contentedly. I straightened on the bed and she lied on top of me, with her legs between mine. She said: "That was awesome, Chris! I never thought it could be so good!" "You have not seen it all, honey." I let her recover her breath and opened the drawer in my bedside table and picked a dildo. I added: "Now it is your turn! I want you to stick that in my pussy when you lick me". She promptly agreed. She kissed my lips and repeated all my movements from neck to breasts, to navel, to pussy. I opened my legs and let her explore her first cunt. She licked it and then asked "Do I put it in here?" and pointed the right place with her tongue. "Yes, Mon. Fuck me while you suck me" I did not have to ask twice. She quickly learned how to suck a pussy, venturing up to my asshole and back. She repeated my tongue movement on my clit and I started coming. I produce a lot of liquid when I come and she licked it all clean. "That is it Mon, first you lick it wet then you lick it dry!" We embraced again and kept caressing each other into a dreamy sleep. The following days were mostly dedicated do sex. I taught her all tricks I knew, took up the virginity of her asshole with a small dildo, made her achieve a multiple orgasm and enjoyed every minute of it. On the Friday before the weekend Sissi was due back, she called us and asked: "Chris, I will not be able make it. Do you mind to stay with Mon for another two weeks?" "No I don't"