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(c) Henrik Larsen 2000.

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A day at the beach.

I really didn't want to spend a day at the beach. I have never been much of a swimmer and lying in the sun was just so boring. Needless to say, I had a fairly average body, tall, slim and not particularly muscular. But Beth, my wife, had promised to help her sister with the last of the redecoration of her sister's house, so I was stuck with the kids for the day and they badly wanted to go to the beach. I decided to make a small sacrifice. I was not going to regret it.

Driving to the beach was bad enough to make me regret my decision even before we got there. It was a very warm day and the car had been in the sun, so it was hotter than hell when we started. With all the windows wide open, it was still hot.

The boys were overly excited and just talked and talked and talked. Picture yourself in a hot car with two boys, 9 and 11 years old, talking to you all the time. Combine that with fairly heavy traffic and a strong aversion to going to the beach in the first place, then you have the kind of mood I was in.

If Dan and Alex had started fighting, I would have exploded. Fortunately, they were too excited about going to the beach to start fighting. They were good at fighting, though. If you have had two boys with only a little under two years between them, then you know how much they fight. Dan and Alex were no exception. But they were also the best mates in the world. It was only a thin line between being best friends and hating each other's guts.

We arrived safely at the beach. I always picked a beach a little farther away from town, because it was less crowded than the Flypaper, north of town. Going there was bad enough, sitting or lying like herring in a barrel was unbearable.

It was pure luck that I picked that particular spot to settle. I mean, I picked it because there was a good view over the beach so I could watch the boys in the water. It was some 30 feet from the waterline and a little higher than the surrounding area.

The boys rushed into the water as soon as we had put down our stuff. I didn't feel like going in and it was also easier for me to keep an eye on them from land. So I sat down on the blanket and did nothing except keep an eye on the boys and let my thoughts wander freely.

I didn't pay much attention to the people around me at first, but when a young girl walked into my view on her way down to the water, I noticed.

It was hard to tell how old she was. She might have been anything from 12 to 15. She was very slim, and not very tall. Her blond hair was shoulder length. She was wearing a light blue bikini bottom and nothing else.

Just as she came into view, she stopped and turned to say something to her mother, who was lying only 10 feet from where I was. My god, that little girl was pretty. She was young, her waist and hips were slim. My eyes were drawn to her breasts. Small, firm breasts, high on her chest, pointing straight out without any sign of influence from gravity. She only stood there for a second or two, but I was lost.

I followed her with my eyes every step of her way to the water. I saw, to my delight, that she walked to the same spot where my kids were playing in the water. I watched her walking into the waves, turning her back to the big ones. She shivered as the cold sea water washed over her hips and tummy for the first time. Every move she made was so light, so elegant, so nymph-like.

I could stare at her without being embarrassed, because my own kids were next to her. She dove under, getting up again quickly and although I couldn't see it, I was sure her small nipples had become hard in the relatively cold water. Just as a precaution, I lay down on my stomach. I could feel my cock moving and I didn't want to be sporting a raging hard-on in my shorts, sitting up.

There was nothing unusual in topless girls or women on the beach. It's very common in Denmark. Her mother was topless as well. She too was attractive, but it was different. I mean, I have seen a lot of tits and there was nothing special about her tits. Nice shape, only sagging a little and with beautiful, brown aureolas topped with big nipples, but it was nothing special. Her daughter, on the other hand, was very special. Girls that age were often embarrassed by the newly formed features on their chests and were less likely to go topless on the beach.

She didn't stay in the water very long. I watched as she walked towards me, her tits hardly moving as she walked. As she got closer, I could see I was right about her nipples. They were hard. She walked close by me, so close I could see small drops of water on her skin.

She lay down on her tummy next to her mother, facing me. I was afraid she would spot me, if I looked too directly at her, so I had to steal glimpses of her every now and then. I wished I had a pair of sunglasses with reflecting glass, like one way mirrors. But I was nearsighted and had prescription sunglasses with fairly ordinary glass. Anyway, she just lay there, tanning, for some time, so I concentrated on keeping an eye on my own kids.

Finally, the boys got tired or cold and came out of the water, too. They sat down in the sand in front of me and began to build a sand castle. It was no problem looking after them now, so I got my book and began to read. But my concentration was nowhere to be found. Every other minute, my eyes drifted to the young girl. I guess I hoped she would turn over and let me see those magnificent tits again.

My prayers were heard. She raised herself on her elbows and began to dust some sand off her tits. The way her breasts quivered when she brushed them with her hand was breathtaking. She spent a long time brushing her chest and breasts. Probably without thinking about it, she caressed her left tit a little, running her hand around it and flipping her finger over her nipple a couple of times. It looked so sexy, yet still very innocent. I don't think she really knew why she did it. She was just in the phase of discovering how sensitive her tits were.

She turned and sat up, trying to dust sand off her tummy. I didn't dare look at her directly for very long, so I peeked out from the corner of my eyes, while I pretended to be reading. She lay down on her back, still trying to brush the rest of the sand off her tummy. Her hand brushed over the bikini-covered part of her tummy a few times. It must have felt good, as it did when she brushed her breast. Her hand moved down and rubbed her crotch briefly, but then she suddenly seemed to realise where she was and stopped. Anxiously, she looked around her to see if anyone had noticed.

I took a quick look at her tits. They didn't change shape at all when she lay flat on her back. Two perfect cones, reaching for the sky. I tried to imagine how they would feel in my hands. It had certainly been a wise decision to lie on my stomach.

She didn't stay on her back for long. She was old enough to know that it was fashionable to lie on a beach and tan, if you were a big girl, but she was still young enough to get bored quickly. She turned to lie on her side and looked at Dan and Alex. The castle they were building was becoming quite big. Dan, the eldest, was building, and Alex fetched water in a bucket to make the sand wet and usable for construction.

The girl seemed more and more interested in the project. She sat up and kept watching my boys and the castle. She was dying to join in, but too shy to ask. Dan noticed her gazes but didn't say anything. Finally, the urge to participate grew bigger than her shyness.

'That's a great castle,' she said to Dan, while Alex was gone to get more water.

'Thanks,' Dan replied and hesitated a little. 'Do you want to help?'

'Can I?' she asked, getting up, not really waiting for the reply.

'Sure,' Dan replied.

I think he was a little proud that an older child thought his castle was "great" and wanted to play, even if it was a girl. He looked timidly at her bare chest a few times, but then he forgot about it. He was old enough to know that there was something special about girls' breasts, but not old enough to know what it was.

I was thrilled. Now, I would be able to look at her as much as I wanted to. Within seconds, she was just as engrossed in the castle building as the boys were. I watched her nubile body just three feet away from me and I was in heaven. I registered even the slightest quiver in her pert breasts. I could have reached out and touched her, just casually, as if I wanted to help them with something. But I didn't.

Seeing her playing with my boys made me realise how young she was. She was much more a child than her body had signalled to me. She was completely unaware of the feelings she was able to stir in men. She was unattainable and innocent and that was what made her so beautiful in my eyes. That was what attracted me to her.

I began to think back to my youth. Back to the first glimpse of a breast, peeking into the girl's locker room after gym class. It was the same feeling of something secret, tasting the forbidden fruit, that I had back then, that I now had here, watching the little girl playing in the sand. I stopped watching her so intently and let my thoughts drift.

I daydreamed and watched for a long time, until Alex announced that it was time for me to get some ice-lollies. I asked politely if she wanted one, too, and learned that her name was Anja and yes, she would like one as well.

Watching her eat the lolly got my imagination going again. Her full, soft lips and her small, pink tongue caressed the lolly, but in my imagination it was something completely different she caressed. Man, I could almost feel it. This girl melted me like she melted the ice.

A drop of melting ice dripped off and landed on her left breast, causing her to squeal and wipe it off with her hand. It looked as if she deliberately wiped the cold ice down over her nipple, but it was probably only in my imagination. Still, it made her shiver and her nipple hardened in the cutest way I had ever seen.

I was beginning to wish the boys would invite her home or something like that, but of course I knew that it didn't matter, because I would never touch her. She wasn't at all ready for anything sexual. She was only on the threshold of becoming a woman, and there was still a long way to go before she would find out about and understand the feelings she caused when she brushed her hands over her breasts like that.

The rest of the day on the beach I just dozed, gazed and dreamt of small tits. I watched the kids as they played and swam and I dreamt I was 14 or 15 again. It wasn't until we drove home that I slowly returned to normal.

Beth had promised to be home around six, so I just had time for a shower before preparing dinner. She wanted to have a fixed time for me to have dinner ready. That way she would have an excuse to get out of her sister's clutches again, which could be difficult sometimes.

During dinner, Beth asked the boys about their day at the beach. Alex began to explain about bathing and the castle.

'. . . and we built a really big sandcastle and there was a girl who thought it was great and wanted to help building,' Alex said and paused to breathe.

'A little girl?' Beth asked.

'No, a big girl. She had boobies and everything. I could see, because she was only wearing bathing trunks,' Alex said proudly.

Alex continued to explain about the castle all the way through dinner.

Later, when the boys had gone to bed, we sat in the living room, drinking coffee and relaxing.

'How old was the girl?' Beth suddenly asked.

'Eh. . . I don't know. 12 maybe 13. It's sometimes hard to tell.' I replied.

'Alex had certainly noticed her tits,' Beth laughed.

'It was hard not to. She was fairly well developed, considering her age.'

'I don't think I would have dared to go topless at that age,' Beth said, thoughtfully.

'I don't think she was old enough to feel embarrassed about it. She seemed very . . . innocent.' I replied.

'Was she pretty?'

'Eh, yes. She was very pretty. She reminded me a little of you, when you were younger,' I said.

'Because I have small tits?' Beth asked.

'No. You know I love small tits, especially yours. But she did remind me a little of you. Shoulder length, blond hair, slim and a very pretty face.'

'You noticed her too,' She giggled.

After living together for fourteen years, she saw right through me.

'Eh. . . yes. She was very pretty.' I answered, blushing slightly.

'Was she as sexy as me?'

'She was just a child. I mean, she was well developed and all, but she was still a child.'

'It happens so suddenly. One day, you are a child and the next you have tits and everything and the boys suddenly act different. Imagine what it would be like to be young again and to discover it all again,' she said with dreamy eyes.

That remark gave me an idea. The resemblance between the girl's small tits and Beth's was close. Even though Beth had given birth and breast-fed two children, her tits were still very beautiful. She was wider around the hips and she had a few stretch marks on her belly, but she was doing fine for a mother of two.

'We could pretend we were young and home alone for the first time,' I suggested.

Beth giggled, but didn't reply. She was quiet for a while and looked very thoughtful. Then she got up.

'I think I'll take a shower. It was so hot working and I've been sweating all day. Don't go anywhere.'

It was a long shower, but after about half an hour, Beth returned, wearing a big T-shirt. Beth wasn't very tall and the shirt covered her upper thighs. She sat down next to me in the sofa.

'Do you think you could pretend I was a young girl?' She asked, lovingly.

'How young do you want to be?' I grinned.

Beth looked up at me with wide-open eyes, trying to look really innocent.

'Fourteen. I think it was around that time I started to date.'

'No problem. I was shy and I didn't start to date before I was fifteen,' I replied.

Beth snuggled up close to me and I put my arm around her, kind of casual, as I would have done, when I was fifteen and feeling a little insecure. Slowly, I grew bolder and I began to caress her back, just as if we were teenagers again. I took off my glasses. They were always in the way in situations like this.

The first kiss was tentative and soft. Slowly, we opened out mouths and let the tongues play, kissing more and more intensely. Beth's T-shirt was pushed up and I could put my hands on her warm skin. Maybe it was because I had watched Anja all day, but when I closed my eyes, it felt as if I was caressing a very young girl. It also helped that I had taken off my glasses, which made my vision a bit blurred, except when I was really close.

My hands moved high and higher, pulling the shirt up. I soon realised that she wasn't wearing a bra. Sometimes, she didn't wear one, when we first met. Her tits were quite small and she didn't really need one, back then, but she used bras anyway. This was probably part of the reason why her tits still stood out firmly from her chest.

When we broke the kiss, I tried to pull her shirt all the way off her, but Beth stopped me at first, pretending to be shy. I was so much into the game that I reacted just as I would have when I was younger -- I pleaded with her to let me take it off. Reluctantly, she let me do it. Looking at her small breasts, I remembered the thrill that it had been the first time. The only really visible difference between Beth and Anja's tits was the size of the nipples. Beth's nipples were bigger, a grown woman's nipples. But I could easily ignore that.

Beth looked down timidly at her own nakedness. Very cautiously, I brought my hands up and touched her tits lightly. She gasped, but stayed completely still. I touched her tits as if they were very fragile and priceless treasures. They felt so wonderful, kind of different from what they usually do. It's incredible what your own imagination can do.

Just as when we were young, it was the boy who took the initiatives. Some girls might be a little curious, but it was always the boy leading the way and maybe pushing the girl a little.

I leaned down and kissed her left nipple. Beth tensed and held her breath. I don't think she was pretending any more. Like me, her imagination had taken over and she was acting just as if she were fourteen again and this was the first time. I kissed the right nipple, too, and took it between my lips, sucking it a little.

I caressed her side, going lower and lower until I touched the thin fabric of her panties. I considered the situation for a second and opted for the thigh instead of the crotch. No reason to move too fast and run the risk of being rejected. Better to wait until she got hotter. I caressed her thigh and leaned a bit harder against her, making her lie back on the sofa.

Beth was lying flat on her back next to me, giving my hand more freedom of movement. I moved higher again, brushing over the front of her panties, but only briefly, provoking another excited gasp from Beth. I caressed her tummy a little before moving back over the front of her panties, this time lingering a little longer. Slowly moving up again, until my hand was resting on the front, I felt the heat emanating from her pussy.

I rubbed the plump mound a little, moving lower. The soft lips felt so big through the thin panties. I wanted to feel them for real, but Beth kept her legs together, so it was difficult to slip a finger in from the leg. Instead, I moved my hand up to her tummy again, only to move it down slowly, coaxing my fingers under the elastic rim of her panties.

At first, Beth pressed her legs tighter together, but gradually she relaxed. My fingers inched their way down. I felt her pubic hairs, but they didn't feel like they usually felt. Well, it was a long time since I had slipped my hand down her panties like this, so that might be what made it feel different. I wriggled a finger down to her puffy lips and was surprised to find that it didn't get entangled in her pubic hairs. There was something different.

She gasped and whimpered, then spread her legs an inch or two, which was all there was room for on the couch as long as I lay next to her. My mouth still covered her right tit and my finger wiggled between her lips. I couldn't move much and it was hard to keep from falling off the sofa so eventually I slid off and down on the floor instead. I had to let go of her tit, but I could still keep my hand in her panties.

I made a clumsy attempt to get back up on the sofa, but Beth had spread her legs a little more, so I gave up and knelt besides it instead. I kept caressing her and kissing her tits, moving down to her tummy. Gradually, I pushed her panties down, but only the front of them. Now was the time to get them off. I began to pull them down and Beth lifted herself a little to help me. My face was close to her pussy and I could see why my finger didn't get entangled in her hairs. She had trimmed them very short and it looked as if she had just started to grow hair. I had never liked grown women who shaved all the hairs off, but this looked exciting.

'You too,' she whispered.

'Uh?'

'Take your clothes off,' she said, shyly.

I stood up and began to remove my shirt. Beth sat up to help me with the shorts and underwear. She pulled both down in one motion and my cock sprang out in front of her face, almost touching it. She touched it with her index finger, caressing me lightly. Then she fell a little out of character and kissed the tip, but she was quickly back in line and looked curiously and shyly at my cock.

Beth lay down again, this time on her side, making room for me on the sofa. We lay close together, kissing and caressing each other. She pulled her upper leg up and over my hip. I reached down and began caressing her buttock and inner thigh, moving closer to her pussy. My fingers brushed against the short hairs on her lips. She purred and pulled her leg up more. My god, she was wet! I can't recall her being so wet and hot.

My fingers played with the delicate folds. I located the little bump and concentrated on that. She held me tighter and tighter. Her breathing was ragged and she made small, whimpering sounds. Suddenly, she bit my shoulder hard and dug her nails into my back. Every muscle in her body strained. She whined into my shoulder. Then she began to breathe very quickly, her body trembling. The whining sounds grew louder and she bucked her hips and straightened her leg, squeezing my hand tightly between her thighs, twisting my wrist in a slightly unnatural angle.

I was sure my wrist was broken, when she finally released it, but she didn't really give me time to find out. With some difficulty, she got me pushed over onto my back and straddled me on the narrow sofa. With an expression of excitement and nervous anticipation, she lowered herself until she felt the head touching her slippery entrance. She hesitated for a moment, then proceeded to lower herself.

Despite the abundant moisture, her pussy felt tighter than ever. I watched in utter fascination as more and more of my cock disappeared into her. Our pubic bones met and she straightened her back tentatively to get the last half-inch of my cock in. I could feel the tip of my cock touch her cervix. She twitched, but stayed upright and completely still, letting us both enjoy the full penetration. The way her cervix tickled the tip of my cock was pure torture. It was as if soft, smooth lips were kissing it ever so lightly. I was so close to coming right there, but I held back with all I had in me.

After regaining control of myself, I reached up to cup her lovely tits. Beth shivered and leaned against my hands, moving up and forward. She moved forward until only the head of my cock was locked in the tight grip of her pussy. Then she plunged back down with her full weight. Slowly, she raised herself again and plunged back. God, it felt so good. I squeezed her tits hard and bucked my hips to meet her trust. Faster and faster, we trust against each other. My moans mixed with her whimpering and the slurping sounds from further down. I held on to her tits. I tried to hold back with whatever stamina I had left. I wanted to enjoy this for just a few seconds more, just a little longer.

My cock was hurting, the muscles in my groin were cramping. I closed my eyes tightly, held my breath and ground my teeth. I was just on the edge, I was over the edge, but I held on to it until I was somewhere I had never been before. Just before the explosion, I felt as if I were passing out. And then the orgasm hit me, stronger than I had ever experienced before. The orgasmic twitch of my cock felt painfully wonderful. On the first twitch, it didn't feel like any sperm could be squeezed out through the cramped muscles, but the next felt as if I shot a pint or more into her pussy. Eight, maybe ten times, I twitched in her, shooting my cum deep inside her. I thrust rigidly into her one last time, feeling her cervix again, but this time it was too much for my overly-stimulated cock.

Exhausted and very satisfied, I fell back on the sofa with Beth over me. We just lay there, feeling the juices leaking from her pussy, down over my cock. It took a little while to catch our breath. Beth raised her head and looked deep in my eyes.

'We are going to get in trouble, if we have stained the sofa,' she whispered anxiously.

Then she couldn't keep up the game any longer and began to laugh. We laughed and hugged each other tightly. It was really just like being a teenager again, except for all the worries.

And there was still so much more to discover.
henlar