On in holiday in Tenerife, two friendly young lads help bring my shy, young girlfriend out of her shell... (continued from parts 1, 2 and 3)
Chris dragged a lounger from their side of the rail, and we all slid ours up a bit, so that we could fit the four beds in a row. Lee practically begged C to take her top off, and she teased him by removing it and laying on her front again, which only wound him up even more. She passed me the sun tan cream and asked me to put some on her back, but I told her I needed to pee and tossed the bottle to Lee, who offered to do it for her. She took a moment but agreed, with it only being her back.
I did need a pee, but I wasn’t that desperate. I was just eager to try and jog things along a bit. When I returned, they were all laughing and I asked what the joke was. Lee was still rubbing cream into C, now doing the backs of her legs while C pointed at Lee’s painful-looking erection. The kid wasn’t bothered at all, and was telling C it was her fault for having such a nice body. C blushed the comment. She reached for her drink and took a long pull, handing me the glass for a refill.
Dutifully I went and got us both a top-up and when I came back Lee sat down, but was now rubbing the sun-tan cream into his fully-hard member. This time there was no doubt about, he was definitely stroking himself. Basically he was having a slow wank in front of my girlfriend, and she knew it too. “Tell him to stop being rude!” she asked me as I gave her drink. “I’m rubbing sun-tan cream in!” he protested, all innocence and gave me a wink. I grinned at him and Chris chimed in that C had better watch out. With her body being so sexy, and with Lee not getting any last night, she might end up with some special sun-tan cream splashed across her back at any moment.
Lee took that as a stand up and start stroking himself right over C and she reacted by practically jumping off the sun-bed in alarm. She was frantically reaching around for her bikini top with one arm, while the other one barely managed to keep her bare breasts covered. Puzzled at the top’s disappearance she looked up to see Chris wearing it as a hat. I howled with laughter, we all did, except for C who scowled and demanded it back. I told her to sit back down, Lee wasn’t going to cum on her really. She looked at him with suspicion in her eyes, but she still wanted the bikini top back.
“Only if you let us have a look at those fantastic tits of yours first.” Chris said. He was waving the black top around his head. I was creased up in laughter and C gave me a very dirty look when I refused to help her. She got up and chased Chris around, being careful not to trip over. There wasn’t much space between the lined up loungers, but being rather tall Chris easily held the top out of her reach even when she caught up with him. Again C looked at me for help, but I just laughed along with the two lads and shrugged. She sighed and sat back down on her sun bed with a resigned look on her face. “One look – that’s all you’re getting,” she whined and then quickly, with her eyes screwed shut, she lowered her arm and let her boobs swing into full view for the first time in front of the two lads, who immediately applauded.
After about five seconds, she covered them up again and held her hand out for the top, but Chris refused saying that was only a flash. Lee agreed and said she had to leave them out for at least ten minutes. She countered with five and they agreed. With an absolutely glowing-red face, she lowered her arm again and laid back in the sun, her eyes tight shut in embarrassment.
Again the lads cheered, and to my surprise she just lay there, not making any move to cover herself. She really was going to give them five minutes! The lads quietened down and we all laid back down where we were, supping our drinks. The only item of clothing any of us were wearing now was C’s black bikini bottoms! After a minute, C opened her eyes and looked at me and then at the lads. “You’ve all got hard-ons, you pervs.”
I was surprised to notice that I had and I looked over at the other two, both grinning like Cheshire cats. I told C she couldn’t blame us, they were an excellent pair of tits, to which Lee and Chris agreed. I saw C look over at Chris’s erection, and she raised herself up on one arm to look again in a sort of double-take. I looked over too and saw why. His dick had been impressive when it was soft, but now it looked frightening! It dwarfed mine and Lee’s, being both very long and thick and the vein down the side looked fit to burst.
Lee broke the silence, saying Chris was a jammy bastard to have a dick like that, wasn’t he? C burst into fits of laughter, but never took her eyes of it as Chris got some sun-tan cream and started to rub it in just like Lee had. C asked how big it was, had he ever measured it? Chris replied that he hadn’t himself, but girls did all the time. The girl last night couldn’t even fit it all in, he joked. C pressed him for a definite answer and he replied that it was 9 inches long, but sometimes it got to 9 and a half.
C patted me comfortingly on the arm first and then did the same to Lee, telling us not to worry, it was what you did with it that counted. Chris pointed out that he knew how to use it too. C just raised her eyebrows, laughed and took another long drink before giving me the glass to refill again which I did, leaving them to talk. I heard Lee wishing his dick was bigger, while Chris was saying he wished his was smaller sometimes.
I refilled our glasses, finishing off the two pitchers I had bought and returned to find C sitting up now, still topless but watching Chris still stroking himself, pulling the skin right back. His helmet was really pointy, I noticed for some strange reason. C took the drink off me and hurriedly explained that she had asked Chris to try and make it even bigger, to the 9 and a half because she didn’t believe him. Did we have a ruler, she asked. When I gave her a funny look she added “Just for the laugh?”, looking at me slightly apprehensively. I told her it was all right, but we didn’t have a ruler. I must have forgotten to pack it! Who takes a ruler on holiday?
Well over five minutes had gone by now and I told her so. Chris offered her the top and she thought about taking it, and then said she wasn’t bothered. The boys had seen her boobs now, so there was no point in covering them back up. Besides, no-one liked white lines, she pointed out, as the boys had said the day before. Chris and I both shrugged and he put the top back down and carried on teasing himself. It was obvious that she was quite tipsy, and the cocktails had given her some ‘Dutch courage.’
Even drunk, what happened next was something I never thought her capable of...
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Posted: Friday 18 May 2007
