1 comments/ 14637 views/ 0 favorites Katie and Chad By: Supah_Bi A morning wind cruised through the town lazily snaking its cool tendrils down along the marina carrying the distinct aroma of the nearby ocean. It was the day after a wide storm had crashed into the beach and adjacent town, literally lifting the roofs off of some of the cheaper more unstable housing and rather frightening the residents of the resort that had their balconies battered by harsh winds and flying debris throughout the night. The beach was littered with foreign objects that seemed to have materialized in the middle of the night, seemingly from no where, and the resort's swimming pool was cordoned off for cleaning and reheating as it had been ravaged by the storm. Katie gazed out off of the balcony of her family's second floor suite, looking out at the beach with a smile on her face and ideas streaking through her mind. The day after a storm presented hundreds of possibilities for a fun filled day. Except for the pool, too bad that's been closed off... I like the clean water. At least the beach hasn't been completely harvested yet though, there has to be a whole load of seashells and stuff down there. The waves had been monstrous the night before, huge ten-footers that crashed into the beach with tremendous force crushing anything in their way with walls of water. But even with its terrible nature, the storm had left thousands of shells along the beach, many still intact and sporting vibrant colors and intricate designs. It never ceased to amaze Katie how elaborate nature could be. Why am I still here looking and dreaming?! She quickly removed herself from the railing and forced herself from the picturesque view of the ocean. The beauty was just going to have to wait until she got dressed and down on the beach. Katie was quiet about her re-entry as her parents were still sleeping inside. She supposed that she was rather lucky to be a lone child: she didn't have to haul anyone around with her because he or she was too young, or vice versa. Also she didn't have the annoyances that all of her friends reported having or the bossy older sibling to deal with. And in the situation she was in right now, she didn't have to fend off a little brother or sister as she got ready to leave for the beach. Softly padding to her room, she thought about what she would wear today. She had a bunch of one-piece suits that she'd been alternating between for the four days she'd been on vacation, but her mind kept wandering onto the two-piece that her mom had gotten her on their second day there. "We're on vacation, honey, loosen up and have a little fun." The black suit was actually kind of cute, she supposed, though it didn't leave much to the imagination. She hadn't even tried it on yet, but she guessed she owed her mom at least that much. As she fished it out of her bedside drawers she tried to imagine what it would look like on her and it wasn't long before she started having doubts about wearing it. She feared that she'd worked up a tan and that the two-piece would show an extremely white portion of her body and combining that with her smallish breasts that would never fill out the suit, make her look pretty stupid. With a grimace on her face she laid the suit on the bed and stripped off her shirt and shorts and examined her image in the stand mirror in the corner of the room. She was surprised to find that her mental image had been altered because of her own fears. In actuality she noticed that she hadn't tanned too much and that that wouldn't actually be a problem. Even more amazing was the fact that she hadn't noticed how large her breasts were actually getting. She had realized that she was going to need new bras soon, but she hadn't realized that the B-cups she now wore barely managed to keep her breasts from spilling out. The suit would actually make her look good. She almost sighed with relief: she wasn't going to let a little swim suit control her. She slipped off her panties revealing her mound of pubic hair and then unfastened her bra and slipped into the top of the suit. The top half was one of those that tied around the neck and had two little triangles in the front that seemed to be thrown in as afterthoughts. It was sized to fit a 34-C and fit it did, and surprisingly snug too. Now for the bottoms, she had left these for last because she knew they were low-rise and that that might mean she needed to do a little maintenance. When she put them on, sure enough there was about a half-inch of pubic hair sticking up out of the top of her bikini. Sighing to herself she slipped on her pajama pants and silently padded into her parents' room. Since she didn't have any experience in shaving that portion of her body she would have to ask her mom how to do it properly. About a half of an hour later mostly filled with arguing and a gradually decreasing pubic line, Katie came away with hardly any pubic hair above her nether region and absolutely none on it. "It's the most embarrassing thing in the world to have a few hairs slip out down there" "Who is going to LOOK?" "You'd be surprised..." With another sigh, it seemed as if those wouldn't stop coming, she pulled back on her bikini bottoms and threw on some short shorts before grabbing a towel and a little bag in which to place pretty shells. Down on the beach there were hardly any people, which allowed Katie the luxury of being able to pick out the best of the shells without any rush or hurry. She had come away with a cute collection of bright blue spirals that she thought would look cute on her dresser or somewhere of the like. She had also found enough smaller shells that she could make a neat little necklace or bracelet, she thought. She was still going over the possibilities of what she could do with the shells when someone further down the beach caught her eye. She thought she recognized him when realization hit her like one of the huge breakers from the night before. "Hey why don't you come join us in the hot tub," the boy said, or man, whatever. "Well, I was just going back up to my room now, I'm kind of pooled out," Katie was blushing furiously, the boy, man, in question looked to be about nineteen or twenty and had a great body. His friends, two other guys and a girl, looked to be about the same age as he was. She wondered if he realized she was just under seventeen years old. That thought only lasted a second before her brain swam with thoughts of his beautiful chest and shoulders. She made a weak smile and quickened her steps to the stairs. "I'll let you slide this time, but next time I'll drag you back in!" He said it jokingly, but Katie caught herself fantasizing at how fun it would be to be held in those strong arms if only to be dunked into a hot tub. She even blushed at that thought, but despite her inhibitions and shyness her feet seemed to be moving down the beach towards him. The hot swimsuit gave her a confidence she had never had before and she felt as if she could stun him with her looks. Maybe she could. Only one way to find out, right? "Hey there! What's up?" She didn't really have to raise her voice from the short distance, but her adrenaline did it anyways. Her heart was fluttering faster than a hummingbird's wings. "You're that girl from the other night right?" She silently cursed herself, she hadn't thought that he might not remember, at least he had. "Yeah, my name's Katie." He smiled, "Mine's Chad. How come you're out here so early after that storm?" That smile was so beautiful. "I could ask the same of you, you know..." He laughed, "Yeah I guess you could, I was just looking at the ocean, it gets to be pretty beautiful you know." A glance at her body, "A little like you." Her face went red, red, red at that comment, and she looked down, pretending to search through her bag to hide it. "I was just gathering a few seashells before anyone else got them." She started to pull out a shell, but a gust of wind stopped her. It wasn't a particularly strong gust, but it was a cold gust. It had stopped her because she felt her nipples stand up and press through the fabric. She hurriedly grabbed a shell and showed it to him. His eyes were locked on hers, "Pretty." Did he notice? The answer to that question never came, but she suspected he had. He said something about it being rather cold, or at least she thought she did, her mind was scrambled, and soon they were back up at the resort on the third floor. Why are we on the third floor? Oh wait... he said something..."We should get somewhere warmer don't you think?" She vaguely remembered nodding at that, and then realized that this was his room she was looking into. I shouldn't be doing this, should I? Why not? Mom would kill me! She said to loosen up and have fun though, remember? The voices continued for a minute until Chad came back to the door smiling and saying, "You gonna stand out there all day?" She melted with the sight of his smile and was inside in a heartbeat, inhibitions out the door, defenses down. She didn't mind. Chad's room was smaller than her family's suite, but still had the living room with couch and TV that every other place in the resort had. She sat on the couch as he poured two cups of chocolate milk and put them in the room's microwave. She was subconsciously aware that all she had on were some skimpy shorts and a very skimpy bikini halter top, and her nipples were still on end, if not for cold now. "So how much longer are you guys gonna be here," he asked. "About three more days I think." "That's cool, this is my last day here. Too bad too, its way too relaxing out here to leave." "I know what you mean, I love it here, we come sometime every year." "Hold on a sec, I think the hot chocolate is done." He got up and got the hot cocoa out of the microwave and rejoined her this time sitting so close that his body was in contact with hers. She relaxed against him, almost not realizing what she was doing. He was so beautiful. All she could think of was what was eventually going to happen in his little apartment here. Happen very soon, hopefully. He seemed to read her thoughts, or maybe it was her body, or maybe he didn't care what she thought. She didn't care any way it happened, but she was looking into his eyes one second, sipping her cocoa and she vaguely remembered him taking it from her gently and coming in slowly for a tender kiss as he set it on the table. He kissed her again, she kissed him back, it all felt so right, it was perfect, it was beautiful, he was beautiful. She wrapped her arms around him, carrying him down on top of her as she took control, pressing her mouth to his and sliding her tongue between his open lips to play with his. They lay there for five or six minutes, using hands to explore bodies, tongues to explore mouths, and then soon it became his tongue exploring her neck and her hands in his hair. She felt so wonderful; he was making her feel so wonderful with his kisses on her neck. They were so perfectly warm and they felt so amazingly great. She absently untied her top and ripped at his shirt until she could run her hands across the corded muscles in his back. He felt so big and strong that it brought a surge of pleasure to her already stimulated regions. His face was buried in her breasts now and she was moaning slightly at his every nip and suck. He sucked on her nipples and swirled his tongue around them in turn as he methodically but passionately brought her to an even higher state of arousal. Somehow in the next few moments she was on top of him, with neither any idea how she got there, nor any care for how it happened. She was kissing his neck, his chest, his strong abs, his waistline. Where had his pants gone, when had any of it happened, she was in a torrent of passion and nothing could confuse her now. All of a sudden she found herself coaxing his cock to erection, using her hands to stroke him up as she licked his balls. She put one into her mouth, sucked on it, let it out, licked it with her tongue. He was hard now, and big as any with about seven inches of meat, and she couldn't resist, she put him into her mouth forcing him down into her throat, and then bobbed back up. She did it again, choking herself, gagging, but always back up and down without another thought save that she wanted his cum, desired it, needed it, yearned for it. Life slowed to a crawl as she constantly bounced her head up and down on his beautiful dick, slamming it into her mouth, sliding off, jamming back down her throat. She liked his feel in her mouth, imagined it in her cunt, savored his taste. She lost track of time as she rammed him down her throat, but soon his hands were on her head and his stomach was tensing and she felt him starting to rock with her bob. For a minute, two, three, they were one entity, and then he came and filled her mouth with that bitter, briny, yet wonderful creamy treat. She kept sucking, sucking, sucking until he was just giving dry convulsions, and then she slowly licked her lips, pressed her warm breasts into his chest, and kissed him hard on the mouth. Words felt strange on her tongue, but they came, as she knew they would, "My turn..." Tell me if this is any good... feedback would be awesome. If y'all like it at all I'll keep the series going. I have a few good ideas, and I'd love some of yours. Thanks!