A head bobbed on the surface, perhaps a hundred yards from the shoreline. The hair was dark and Carl watched intently as the swimmer progressed slowly... almost languidly, towards the beach. Some fifty yards out, the swimmer stood, the water swilling around at chest height.The dark hair was cut to shape the round face, wet tendrils clung to the neck, and the chest was, in glorious fact, a magnificent pair of full proud breasts, bobbing and swaying with every wading stride.Carl was transfixed,. It’s exquisite torture having Mike’s hands on me. But I want my turn. Following the trail of his gorgeous chest hair, I trail my fingertips down until I can deftly undo the button on his jeans and lower the zipper carefully. I can feel his hard-on through the denim. Peeling the jeans open and moving his briefs down, my longtime fantasy comes true and I have him in my hand. And there is a lot of him. Not only is he impressively long, he’s thick. I wrap my fingers lovingly around his erection.. ."It's fuckin' packed in here" I said, offering the pack round to her and her mates before lighting their fags and my own with the flick of my trusty Zippo."It's getting hot" I continued, "fancy having a chat over there?" Her drunken face lit up with excitement as she realised she finally had some male attention for the evening and before I had time to turn around she had put her arm round my waist and was whispering into my ear."You're getting ME hot" she replied roughly as I smelt her sweet,. I had a nice pair of breasts for my age, 34 C, with an ass and legs all the guys drooled over. I acquired this body through years of cheerleading and soccer. I could be quite a tease, but up until this point I hadn’t done more than give blowjobs. The day of the story was Halloween, and I woke up feeling excited. For those of you who don’t know, Halloween is the only day of the year that a girl can dress like slut and get away with it. There was no way my parents would let me wear what I had.