Love on the Beach

I'm Molly, a 21 year old girl. I'm a beautiful girl with long hair and a beautiful figure. People say I have long legs, and I love my b-cup breasts. Let's just say I felt pretty confident in the girl's locker room. However, the problem was, I wasn't very confident outside of it. I had chosen to stay abstinent when I was young. I thought that I would meet the right guy pretty quickly. I didn't.

I live with my parents. I didn't have any plans after graduation, so I just stayed with my parents. Besides, it wasn't like I needed to work. My parents provided everything for me. I had a very perfect life. Except for the fact that I was still single. I think guys had thought me a prude for choosing to stay pure before marriage, but it wasn't that at all. I just wanted to find the right guy and well, I never did in high school.

Of course, that all changed on my special day.

The day was the 9th of October, 2012. It was my 19th birthday. Everybody gave me gifts – clothes, books, a volleyball, etc. - but my parents' gift was my favorite gift. My dad pulled me aside during my party and said to me, "Dear, we decided to go on a tour to London as your birthday gift." My parents liked to spoil me, but this was a surprise. I was so happy. The very next day, we set out for London.

We reached London in the late afternoon. We hired a taxi went directly to the beach resort where we would be staying for the weekend. That was all we had time for the first day, to be honest. The next day was a new morning and it would become the most important day of my young life.

Since we were at a beach resort, we decided to take full advantage of our location and go to the beach that day. I wore a two piece red bikini, which has strings that tie on both hips in little bows. Mom wore a black bikini that otherwise was pretty basic and dad was in his swimming trunks, of course.

Mom was tall, slim and very sexy. Dad says I resemble Mom. I think he might be right. Dad looked hot too, actually. He had a good build, with broad shoulders and a strong jawline. He had just a little bit of grey on his temples, but it just made him look better. He and mom loved to stay in shape.

When my left foot touched the sand, I felt a shock of excitement in my heart. It was going to be an amazing day. We had to rub sun tan lotion all over our bodies before starting. My skin was glossy and beautiful by the time we were done. Dad rubbed some lotion all over mom while she helped me out. I got to cover Dad with it. I loved the feel of his shoulders. It reminded of when I was younger and he would give me piggy-back rides.

After that, Mom spread a towel on the sand and sat down on it. Dad quickly joined her.

I went straight for the water. I could tell that people were looking at my body and I thought I saw a few guys eyeing, of course, my boobs. I smiled at them in my mind. I honestly wouldn't mind if one or two of them approached me. That would have been a great birthday present. Unfortunately, none of them did.

I walked along the edge of the water for some time. I came back to where my parents were and I saw mom lying on her chest topless with lotion on her back. Dad asked me if I was enjoying my special day. I smiled and said yes.

I went and walked on the sand again. I was enjoying the beautiful day, the sight of the ocean, and, of course, the feeling of eyes watching me. I loved feeling beautiful. But the temptation of the ocean was too much. I wanted to go in. So, I ran back to my parents.

I asked them to come swim with me, but mom refused. She just wanted to sun tan. She told dad to go keep me company. After all, it was my birthday. So my dad and I headed for the water. He warned me as we went in: "Be careful of the bigger waves. They can really knock you down." I laughed at him for being such an old man. He replied, "You better watch it, or I might knock you down too."

I retorted, "Like you could."

That was it for my dad. He smiled and dove on me, dunking me under the water. I came up spluttering and he said, "I told you to watch out or those big waves." I just splashed him as a reply. "Watch it," he said. I couldn't help myself. I splashed him again.

So he dunked me again and held me under a little. I tried punching him in the leg, but underwater, that doesn't work too well. I got lucky though – I missed his leg and hit him in a sensitive spot. He immediately released me. I came up coughing and laughing at the same time. "Hey, you be careful down there, Missie," he warned. I just laughed at him.

"Anyways, I better get back to your mother. You have fun out here and remember: watch out for those big waves." He seemed a little eager to get away from me. I wondered why. He had kind of, well, not a frightened look on his face after I hit him, but rather a shocked look. I guess he just didn't expect me to be so feisty.

I was enjoying the water immensely when suddenly I saw a huge wave came out of nowhere. I tried to control myself by diving down, but it only partially worked. I saved my head from the strength of the wave, but my bikini bottom took the full blow. The wave stripped it right off! I was so disoriented after the wave, I didn't even realize it for a minute or two. My bottom half was totally naked!

I could not come out of water. I had to find it. I frantically search for my bikini bottom, but they were nowhere to be found. I couldn't come out of the water without it, I absolutely refused to do that. I just couldn't do it. I felt so embarrassed. What was I going to do? I had never been naked in public before. Sure, the locker room was one thing. But this was a public beach. Guys were here. My family was here. I tried again to look for my bikini bottom, but it was just gone. I hoped nobody would swim out to me. It would be so embarrassing if someone found out I was naked.

But I had to come out sooner or later. After treading water and looking for my bikini for a while, I decided that there was nothing that could be done. I had to come out. I would just make a beeline for my parents and the towels. So I covered my pussy with my hands and got back out of water. Pretty soon, people started noticing me. After all, I was bare assed and clutching my pussy. They started laughing at me and I could do nothing but turn totally and completely red.

My dad saw me first and called mom over. She wrapped the towel around her boobs and sat up as quickly as humanly possible. I told them everything that happened as I stood there, still clutching my pussy. I couldn't even look them in the eye, I felt so embarrassed. Mom, clearly trying to make me feel better, said, "Don't be embarrassed. Look, I'm topless too. Nobody knows us here and we'll be gone tomorrow, so enjoy it! You can be naked if you want to be."

She took off her towel as she said it. My mom is a little more well-endowed than me and people weren't laughing around us anymore. They were ogling. I thought my dad would be jealous at this point, but he was just staring down at me, a curious look in his eyes.

I thought mom was right. So I moved my hands from my pussy and untied my bikini top. My mom said suddenly, in a tone of surprise, "Honey, you shave!" I turned bright red again. I had started shaving pretty early on, after I heard some other girls talking about it in high school. I thought I looked sexier shaved. Besides, now that I had started, I felt better when I was smooth down there anyway.

Of course, my parents had never known about this. So now it was mom's turn to feel a little embarrassed. But she quickly recovered, saying, "Don't worry, it's more hygienic anyway." As she said this, I looked at dad to see what he though. I couldn't help but notice his erection. A brief thought passed through my mind of the other guy's looking at my boobs and I felt a little rush of excitement. I didn't know why.

Anyway, there I was, totally naked for all the world to see. Some people laughed while others tried to ignore me. That's how I spent my entire day, naked. I was very lucky that nobody complained to the police. To be honest, I think all of them enjoyed the view. I never felt brave enough to venture back into the water, but I stayed by my mom's side and did some naked sun tanning.

Dad didn't really know what to do with himself. He walked around, went swimming a couple of times, but eventually, he always ended up right back with me and mom. And every time he did come back, I noticed that he got an erection. A few times, I thought I caught him staring at my ass or at my boobs while he was getting hard.

But it couldn't be. In fact, he seemed to be trying to avoid looking at me. I understood. It had to be a little awkward being next to your naked nineteen year old daughter. It was a little awkward for me as well. I was trying to avoid looking at other people who I knew were looking at me. Even if I just thought about those onlookers, I would turn a little red. So I understood why dad would want to avoid looking at me.

I could look at him though. Which I did. Being naked was liberating, in a way. I felt a little bolder and a little more fulfilled, despite being a virgin. I felt older too. Older people were more in charge of what they did with their bodies. Besides, even though I was too ashamed to make eye-contact with anybody staring at me, I did like the thought of some guys being unable to tear their eye off me.

So, instead of looking at them, and being a little embolden by my own nudism, I looked at mom and dad instead. Well, really, mostly at dad. Like I said, he was a pretty good looking guy with his grey hair and goatee and chest hair and broad shoulders. But for the first time in my life, I wasn't looking at those parts of him. I was looking at his erection.

I don't know why, but it got me excited, every time I stole a glance. Laying there in the sand, I got the feeling that I wanted to touch myself, but I didn't. I did have some restraint in public, after all. I felt a little bit weird that I was looking at my dad's erection, but I was just looking and there was no harm in that. Besides, it wasn't like he was naked or anything. And he was doing his very best not to look at me.

That night, after we had (finally) gotten dressed, I wished my parents good night at the door to their room and went into my room alone. I immediately got naked. I had some unfinished business to do. I sat down on the chair. It felt cold on my ass and I loved it.

Now, I had masturbated a little before. I had long discovered that rubbing my pussy was a good way to relieve some stress. But I had never really made an evening of it. Maybe that's why I didn't do it that much.

That night, though, was going to be different. I had felt excited all day and now I needed to let some of that excitement out. I started by just playing with my tits a little. I had a mirror in front of me and I liked the way they looked. They deserved some attention. So I started twisting my own nipples. I cupped each breast and squeezed them hard. Pretty soon, my nipples were rock hard and sticking out. I couldn't help myself – my boobs looked even better like that. The cold, air-conditioned room probably helped a little.

I slowly snaked my hand down my stomach to my pussy. I wanted to keep myself excited and I knew that patience was needed for that. I just left my hand resting on my pussy for a bit while the other continued to play with my breasts. Then, I started exploring my folds a little bit more. I didn't rub myself or finger myself yet, just explore. God, it got the blood pumping. I couldn't contain myself and I started to rub my pussy.

It was already soaked in my own juices. I made small circles at first and got faster and faster. My breathing quickened. The excitement had built up to a tipping point now, but I still hadn't let it go. I needed penetration. So then I stuck a single, solitary finger into my own pussy. I couldn't restrain a gasp that bordered on a moan from escaping my lips. God that felt good! I let my finger do some work, but I needed more. I stuck a second finger inside and then I really started pumping. My breath was ragged at that point. I tried to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming, but god, it felt amazing.

I started to moan, not loudly, but just enough so that I wouldn't let out a scream. I didn't want anybody in the hall to hear me. I stopped my other hand from grabbing my own boobs and I slipped it down to rub my clit while my right hand did the work pumping in and out of my pussy. Oh, it felt like heaven. It was the best birthday present I had ever given myself.

I was just gushing juices right then. Even my left hand, which wasn't the one I was fingering myself with, was had gotten wet with my juices. A thought occurred to me, even in my semi-frenzy. I had never tasted myself before and now, tonight, my 19th birthday and my naked day, I wanted to do something naughty. I wanted to taste myself. I slowed my fingering pace as I lifted my own pussy juice to my mouth. I stuck one of my fingers into my mouth and oh, I couldn't believe it: it tasted good. At least, it made me feel good, feel excited again. I felt a little more juice come out of my pussy as I sucked on my own finger, "MMMM." I really couldn't help myself.

That's when I heard my door creak open. I froze, one hand still in my pussy, the other still in my mouth and me, still stark naked. The only other people who had a key to my room were my parents.

"Honey?" I heard my dad ask.

I couldn't move. I was petrified. "Honey?" he repeated, his tone softening. I opened my eyes and tried to cover myself, but it really was no use: he knew exactly what I had been doing. I was completely red once again. My dad seemed to be more concerned about how I was feeling than with what I was doing.

"Oh honey, I thought as much. Don't worry, it's perfectly natural what you're doing. It's actually what I came in here to talk to you about."

"You wanted to talk to me about what?"

"I wanted to talk to you about today. You know, about what happened at the beach."

"Oh." I felt like I was about to get scolded. I wished I could go and grab some clothes, but my dad had sat down and I didn't want to get up and bare more of myself to him.

"Honey, I know that what you did today probably felt pretty good, but I just wanted to come in her to remind you that you are a grown woman. People weren't just looking at you...they were looking at you. You have to be careful about who you show your body to or you might attract some unwanted attention. I mean, at home, by yourself, like right now, that's fine. Even in front of your mom and me, it's fine. But be careful when trusting a stranger with your body. They might not love you as much as we do."

I just nodded. I really just wanted him to go away so I could get dressed, but I did understand his tone. He just wanted to protect me. I couldn't help but notice, even at this absurd time, that my dad's jeans were stretched a little tight. Was I turning him on?

"People notice that you are beautiful," he continued, "but some people will try to take advantage of that. You never know who is going to notice. He might be nice, he might not."

"Daddy, I get it," I said.

"I mean, you understand what I'm saying, right? Even I couldn't help but notice, and I'm your father. You've got to be careful, Molly. You will be more careful, right?"

I stared at him. So I had turned him on. For some reason, that made me feel warm inside. I mean, my dad was pretty hot and he had a pretty hot wife. I couldn't believe I had managed to turn him on, "What do you mean, you noticed me?"

He was the one turning red now, "Well, you know, I just saw how beautiful you had become. I mean, look, let's just say I was pretty proud of my little girl today."

My dad's praise made my special day even better. I couldn't contain myself and I got up and hugged him, momentarily forgetting my nakedness. I squeezed him tight; I could feel my boobs pressed up against his broad chest. He just sat there for a while, I think a little shocked about the hug. But eventually he stood up and put his arms around me too.

He wrapped his hands around my back, above my butt, but close enough so that I suddenly remembered that I was naked. I also could now feel the bulge in his jeans. I giggled a little.

"What, honey? What is it?" dad asked.

"It's just...well, I can feel your dick," I said.

"And that makes you laugh?"

"I just didn't expect it to be so....well, big!"

He looked at me. It was a searching sort of look. "Honey, that's not the sort of thing you laugh at. And believe me, you'll probably see one or two that are bigger. I'm pretty average, if I have to be honest." It was a pretty weird thing for a dad to say, to be honest, but I was more preoccupied with something else he said.

"What do you mean, you're average?"

"You know, an average length and size. I'm not that big," he looked a little uncomfortable as he said it.

But I was the one who was really feeling uncomfortable. I had just remembered how inexperienced I was. I could feel myself starting to turn red, so I tried to cover my face with my hands. "What is it honey? I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable," said my dad.

"No, it's just, well, I've never seen one before."

"What?" We hadn't broken our hug until that point. He looked at me, a little startled. "You mean to tell me that my beautiful little girl reached her 19th birthday and hasn't even seen a penis before?"

For some reason, I felt a little ashamed. I just shook my head no. He saw that I felt uncomfortable and his tone softened. "I'm just surprised, that's all. It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's just hard to believe that someone like you could go through all this time and not see one."

"But I haven't daddy! And I want to." I don't know why I said the last part, but it was true.

He sat there for a moment, quiet, just looking at me. Finally, he asked, quietly, "Well, do you want to see mine?"

After the initial shock of surprise faded, I felt a rush of excitement in my hips. "Yes," was all I said.

My dad, after a moment of hesitation, started to unbuckle his shorts. I almost started shaking with excitement. He pulled out his still erect cock. I guess it was average, but to me, it looked big. I couldn't understand how something like that could fit inside of me.

He stood there, with his shorts around his knees, before offering, "Do you want to touch it? Go ahead." I couldn't take my eyes off of it as I wrapped me hand around it. It was warm and I could feel a faint pulsing. I ran my hand gently down the length of it. My dad shuddered a little bit.

I looked up at him. He had his eyes closed. He hadn't said anything though, so I figured it was okay if I took a closer look. I knelt down. There was a little dot of liquid on the tip. It looked so full. My hand kept unconsciously stroking up and down.

All of the sudden, my dad's hand was on the back of my head and I felt him push me towards his dick. I didn't really resist – I felt like I wanted to go forward anyway. I opened my mouth and put the tip in. It had a slightly salty taste, but I felt a rush of excitement. I think I was getting wet again.

I knew this was wrong, that I shouldn't be doing it, but I couldn't stop myself. Nor could I stop my dad, who groaned as he pushed me farther down his dick. I tried to fit more in my mouth. I still had a little bit to go and my dad kept pushing.

I started to panic a little bit as my nose touched his pubic hair. I tried to say something and I put my hands on his knees, but I just choked a little bit. He released me as soon as he heard it. I pushed myself off of him and took a couple of deep breaths as I looked up at him, still kneeling down between his knees. He looked wild, "I'm so sorry honey, I didn't mean to do that, oh my god, I'm so sorry!"