The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium Ballroom, well maintained parks and gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.
It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill,
which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, which was
where 20-Year-old Mia Lawson was born and raised.
She had expected to have lost her virginity by the
time she reached her 21st birthday, but after three years at university she was
still unsullied, apart from her self-abuse and her toy box.
There were several reason for this, firstly she was a
very studious girl, which was why she achieved a first, and didn’t go partying
with her peers, secondly she was painfully shy, and thirdly she didn’t make the
best of herself, she was pretty and had a nice little figure, but she didn’t
make the best of it and projected a demure image even if under the surface she
was anything but.
Her other problem was that she was hung up on someone
who didn’t even seem to know that she existed and that was Andy Janes her
longtime neighbour in Granite Hill, and she had carried a torch for him since
she was 14 and had her first orgasm imagining him inside her. But he was two
years older and paid her no attention, because the woman in his sights was Georgia St Claire a sultry sophisticated thirty
something who lived in the grand house that backed onto the Janes and the
Lawsons.
Unfortunately, for him at any rate, he’d had no more
success with Georgia that Mia had with him.
So, her problem was that she had five days until her
21st birthday, and in that time, she had to get him to notice her existence to
such an extent that he would instantly be attracted to her so much that he
would split her whiskers.
But how could she get him interested in popping her
cherry in five days when she had had no success in 7 years.
As she was constantly thinking of receiving his cock
and how that might transpire, she was in a perpetual state of arousal which led
to an increased amount of masturbation.
However, her sensual episodes of self-abuse offered no
insight into a solution to her lustful endeavour.
Until three days before her birthday when she had just
finished flicking herself off in the shower and as she stood in her bedroom
drying herself, she saw Andy through her bedroom window striding purposefully
down his garden.
There was a small, wooded area of mature trees and
overgrown shrubbery where the three gardens met and the tangle of laurel had
broken some of the fence panels so there were several gaps, and Andy watched
through one of them from his hiding place in the quiet corner of the garden in
the shaded secluded spot.
He had been watching for about twenty minutes when he
was rewarded for his patience when he spotted the object of his lust, Georgia
St Claire, appear and walk slowly across the lawn from the house.
It was a very large garden with trees and shrubbery in
abundance on three sides and a huge lawn in the centre of which was where she
spread out her blanket before she slipped off her dress to stand naked on the
lawn.
With arms stretched above her head like a goddess she
then pirouetted like a ballerina,
showing her magnificent well-toned and well-tanned body to the birds and the
bee’s in her secluded surroundings.
A tall willowy woman with long legs and lithe limbs, her perfectly proportioned
breasts moved delightfully as she continued to dance, celebrating her nakedness
and offering herself to the sun.
Georgia suddenly stopped her homage to Terpsichore and laughed as she ran her
finger through her vibrant brunette hair, then she lay down on the blanket.
Andy had his shorts unbuttoned and unzipped, and he
was stroking his shaft as he stared at her through a gap in fence and between the
branches of the shrubs as he watched the beautiful woman sunbathe naked, then
she started to touch and caress her nakedness, first her breasts, which caused
Andy to increase the tempo of his wanking and faster still as he saw her long
elegant fingers comb through her lush pubic curls and descend between her lips.
Andy was not alone in the shade of the shrubbery
because as he watched Georgia’s busy fingers, Mia was spellbound by the sight
of Andy tugging on his cock, and she was aroused, and her arousal grew deeper
with each stroke of his cock while he stared at Georgia’s slender digits.
Mia was so engaged by the erotic tableaux that she
found herself rubbing her own pussy through her dress and when Georgia’s body
arched in climax Mia reached her hand through the broken fence and grabbed
Andy’s cock and he let out an involuntary gasp.
“I hope you’re not going to waste this hard on?” she said while.
stroking his shaft and rubbing her pussy
“What?”
“It would be a shame to just spaff into the bushes”
she pointed out and then added.
“Georgia St Claire is never going to let you put this
in her.”
“Um…..”
“But I on the other hand am a different matter” she
said and reluctantly released her grip on his magnificent cock and hoped to be
reacquainted with it again soon, then she walked away, hoping he would follow.
When she got back to the house, she slipped off her
wet knickers and draped herself on the couch in the conservatory and waited.
It was about ten minutes, when he stepped through the
bifold doors, but then it was more difficult for a man to walk at pace was
housing a substantial erection in your shorts than it is for a woman to cover
the same distance with wet knickers.
But when he arrived, she got her wish, she was
deflowered before her 21st birthday, and she got her man, then and after, when
his magnificent cock split her whiskers.
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