She got my attention, but apparently no one else’s. I guess you’re not noticed during Spring Break on a Florida beach if you’re not nearly naked in a nothing swimsuit. That she wasn’t an overtly sexy girl probably didn’t help her chances either.

Dressed in a worn gray T-shirt and matching tight short-shorts, it wasn’t the most enticing image. Her messy brown hair framing a face that could be cute given some attention didn’t compare well to the many beautiful and openly available girls she was competing with. She pranced around the beach as though trying to get someone to notice her. She seemed to have friends, but they too seemed dismissive. However, as I said, she got my attention.

I like a bit of mystery and prefer swimsuits that make you wonder what’s underneath, not blatantly displaying it for all to see. Even small tits look better when just the swelling of pliant flesh and graceful curves leave you wanting more, likewise with the bottom. Tight is good as I like to see her female shapes; the curve of a hip, the deep cleft between a pair of round cheeks, or the mound of swelling labia framed by luscious thighs. Showing off is good, but leave a little hidden, saving it for me alone. She got my attention.

How? She walked right toward but past me, heading for someone else, but her perfect cameltoe had me staring as it passed within a foot of my beach lounger. From that point on, I made it a point to keep my eye on her, and a couple of times I thought she’d looked directly at me. I didn’t look away, although I wasn’t looking at her eyes if that beautiful pair of love lips was visible.

She flitted from blanket to chair to surf, but didn’t stay anyplace long, either leaving on her own, being openly disregarded or even ignored by those she tried to engage. I felt bad for her, but I also couldn’t keep my eyes off her crotch, that perfect example of feminine sex proudly on display in her tight shorts.

She walked by me again, my eyes following her as she passed, and a moment later, she returned, standing a few feet away and looking over me as though talking to someone behind me. Again, she walked away, but she seemed to be looking back at me each time she stopped somewhere. Finally, she looked back towards me, maintained eye contact, and started walking directly at me.

She walked right up to my side and with her crotch inches from my face, she ran her hand down over her tummy, right to her pussy with a finger penetrating that well-defined slit. I’d gotten hard just watching her from afar, but this display had me squirming. Over and over she gave me a full view of it, then blocked it with her finger, slipping between as her hips rocked forward.

“You like my cameltoe, don’t you?” she finally spoke. I looked up at her, but with the sun’s glare almost directly overhead I couldn’t see her face, so I returned my gaze to her finger stroking her slit. A wet spot started spreading, wicking through the cotton fabric to create a growing dark grey stain.

“I do! It’s very … enticing!” I paused, wanting to choose the right word.

“Mmm! Would you like to run your finger through my wet slit? Or even better, your tongue?” she asked as she threw a leg over my lounger and sat above my knees, her legs spread wide and the puffy lips spread apart beyond recognition.

“I would! I like a girl who’s not afraid to show off such an excellent cameltoe!”

“I’m Tina,” she said as she slid closer up my legs and ran a hand across my bare chest.

“Mark,” I replied and placed my hand on her thigh. She didn’t react until I slid my hand up towards her crotch.

“Not so fast, Mark! If you want to get your fingers and tongue on my pussy, you’ll have to do it with me sitting on your face!” she said placing her hand on the bulge in my trunks. “Hm? How do you like being fed a swollen, wet pussy from above?”

“One of my favorite ways to dine!”

“My hotel’s a couple of blocks away. Where’s yours?”

“I live here. I have an apartment a few miles away.”

“My room, then. Come on!” she said, standing up.

I also stood, grabbed my shirt, towel, and backpack, and left the rented chaise lounge behind. She’d started walking and I followed, only now noticing a nicely shaped ass when I wasn’t distracted by her pussy.

“What school do you go to?” she asked when I caught up.

“I graduated two years ago.”

“I thought you looked more mature than all those boys on the beach!”

“You seemed to be friends with quite a few of them.”

“Friends? No. Barely acquainted with a couple, and the others are strangers. I was just looking for the right guy.”

“Pardon me for saying so, but apart from that delicious cameltoe between your legs, you’re not exactly dressed to compete with the beach bunnies.”

“I don’t want every guy on the beach ogling my near-naked body. I’m dressed to call attention to one thing only.”

“Well, you got my attention right off!” I said as we arrived at a crosswalk, waiting to get through the throngs of traffic drawn to the beach this time of year.

“I noticed!” she said, turning to look at me. “Your eyes were tracking my crotch around the beach like radar! You were my prime candidate for quite a while.” The signal turned to ‘walk’ and she took my hand as we crossed the road. “See, in my experience after many such college breaks, guys who pay that special kind of attention to a nicely displayed pair of lips are usually fans of, or at least very willing to have their faces sat on! I LOVE sitting on a guy’s face! … and you’re about to find out how much!” she said as we walked into the lobby of her hotel and approached the elevators.

An elevator arrived, but several other people were boarding, so she skipped this one and called another. It arrived quickly, so we were its only passengers. As it rose, suddenly we were out in the open. I hadn’t been paying attention to where we walked or the hotel we entered, but this was a high rise with an external elevator. I turned to look out the window, but she stepped between me and the glass, running her finger through her slit suggestively.

I knelt and before I could grab her hips to pull my face into the now-very-dark stain in her shorts, she stepped forward straddling my body, grabbed my head, and pulled my face into her crotch.

“Oh yeah! C’mon! Lick that pussy!” she demanded, squatting to push it into my face, but then standing back just before the ‘ding’ that announced we’d arrived at our interim destination; her floor.

She led me down a hallway to her room at the end, opened the door, and motioned me in. She closed the door behind her and flipped the lock.

“Trunks off, Mark!” she instructed, barely having a chance to take in the room, which was a total mess. The bed was messier than just sleep would have caused, and the rest of the room wasn’t much better. Throw pillows from the sofa fulfilled their purpose, having been ‘thrown’ on the floor. Even an upholstered chair’s cushion was askew, leaving the impression I wasn’t the first of her conquests for the day.

She picked up the chair cushion and put it back. “Sit here! Not on the chair, in front of it!” she corrected, and I sat as directed.

As in the elevator, she stepped up to me with my legs between hers and her finger pressing more insistently into her slit just inches from my face and laughing when I groaned at the tease.

“You want to eat this pussy, Mark? Want to show me what you can do with your mouth and tongue?”

“Yes, please!” I replied respectfully.

“Take my shorts off!” I slid my legs up the backs of her thighs to her ass, grabbing the fleshy cheeks in both hands and kneading them like so much bread dough. “Enough foreplay! Shorts off!” she yelled.

Grabbing the elastic waist of what I could now see were well-worn shorts, I pulled them down slowly, but hopefully fast enough not to try her patience again. I watched in fascination as her pussy clung to the fabric stuffed in its slit, slowly peeling them away from her sticky puss reluctant to let go with tendrils of her natural lubrication breaking away as the shorts came down.

“Mmm, nice touch, Mark! Points for that!” she said, leaving me wondering what the points were for. “Now,” she said stepping out of her shorts, “make me cum in your face and don’t be too clever about it!”

She gasped when I took her at her word and stuffed my face between her thighs, my mouth covering the lips she was so keen to show the world while my tongue traversed the valley between. There was nothing gentle about it and it caught her off guard, but soon enough she grabbed my head with both hands and punched my face with her pussy.

“C’mon! Lick me! Eat my fucking cunt!” she cried as she ground my face into her teeming twat.

Grabbing the fleshy lower side of her ass I returned the volley by pulling her onto my face while my fingers glanced perilously close to her bumhole. She apparently wasn’t prepared for such aggression, crying out without the dominant tone from before.

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” she grunted as she let go, letting me do all the work, her only contribution a slight squirming of her hips. With her hands resting on her hips, she watched with an open mouth and high-pitched squeaks until, “Oh fuck!” as her milky nectar flowed over my nose and mouth. Jerky tremors passed through her body with me feeling them courtesy of her twitching pussy.

“On the bed!” she commanded as she stepped back and off my face. “The other side,” she said as I climbed onto the left side of the queen-sized bed. “That side is still a bit … damp,” she said after a pause for effect. “On your back!” she added needlessly as I assumed she wasn’t finished fucking my face.

With me in place, she was about to climb on when I sat up and made a suggestion. “On your knees behind me, facing away.” She looked at me curiously, but did as I asked. When I laid back with my face in her crotch, my shoulders and upper arms rested on the back of her calves and she instinctively sat, my face enveloped in the deep cleft of her gorgeous ass. My shoulders offered both a grounding for her body and a lift of my face into her crotch without her having to squat. My chin between her cheeks, my mouth on her perineum, and my nose in her slit, she looked down at me and smiled.

“Mmm! More points for you!” she said falling naturally into a rocking rhythm that brought my whole face into play from her clit to her anus. “Ooo, I like this!” she said enthusiastically as she yanked her T-shirt up and off letting me see her tits bouncing against her chest with each forward stroke.

I reached up for them at the same time I released my tongue to get in on the party. It couldn’t really do much but be yet another protuberance she felt as my face passed through her entire crotch.

“Oh God!” she cried as she stepped up the pace, but was having trouble keeping her balance. Letting go of her tits, I took her hands in mine and held them out for her steady herself. She looked down at me with a pained smile alternating with a gasping open mouth as her pace slowed, allowing my tongue to get more actively involved. Still holding her hands, I could feel her shaking as she tried to hold back the impending climax until …

“Oh! My! God! Fuck! Ahhh!!” she screamed as several thick streams of clear ejaculate shot from her pussy, most of which landed on the bed above my head, but some on my face as the stream faltered.

She let go of my hands and placed hers on her thighs as her body shook with spastic jolts passing through. I reached up for her tits again and she leaned forward, pressing them into my hands as she sighed her pleasure.

“Oh, Mark! That was good! And guess what? You’ve got enough extra points for me to fuck you! Stay right where you are,” she said as I started to move.

She extracted her legs from beneath my shoulders and slid down my body until she could feel my more-than-ready cock pressing against her ass. With both hands behind her, she held me between her cheeks as her hips rocked, stroking my cock in the same deep cleft my face had been passing through just minutes before.

Guessing correctly that it was my first time today, she didn’t carry on too long, wanting to save the best for her ride. She lifted up, slid back, and in one smooth motion was sitting on my shaft now deep inside her pussy, moving her hips side to side, fore and aft savoring the fullness.

“Mmm, that feels good, Mark!” she said as she leaned forward to put her hands on my chest.

“Ooo, God, you’re so tight, Tina!”

“That’s because I don’t let just anyone in there! You have to earn it!” she quipped as she started her ride.

I wouldn’t last long with all I’d been through under the best of circumstances but her clutching pussy did its best to shorten it. Taking back a bit of control, I started lifting my hips to meet her descending cunt halfway, punching at it as we collided.

“Oh God!” she cried when my thumb pressed hard on her clit, rubbing it in circles.

I could just barely see my cock disappearing into her tunnel, and her soft inner folds grasping for it as I pulled out.

Both of us gasping and grunting with effort and pleasure, we finally came, my shot preceding hers by a few moments. Still, she squirmed with me inside her, wanting every last drop of ecstasy she could get, until she rolled to her side, utterly exhausted.

We weren’t lovers, so any after-sex affection was obviously not in the cards, and we just lay there slowly recovering our lungs and voices.

“Well, back to the beach!” she declared, getting up and heading for the bathroom, grabbing her shirt and shorts on the way.

I got up as well, groping for my shirt in my pack after donning my swim trunks. I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and face.

“You were a good one, Mark! Too bad I’m heading back to school in the morning!”

“We could still have tonight,” I offered. “Maybe a nice dinner, a walk on the beach, and then a walk on my face?” I added chuckling.

“Nah! That sounds too much like a date! And there’s more faces down there to be sat on!” she laughed aloud as she pulled her beat-up gray shorts on.

“Here, allow me,” I said as I slipped my finger between those tasty lips, pressing the sticky gray fabric deep into her slit restoring her calling card.

We walked to the door, rode the elevator down, and through the lobby without saying a word. On the sidewalk, I stopped and turned in a different direction. She smiled at me and waved as I said, “Bye, Tina!” and I headed for my car.

It was still early afternoon, and usually the action heats up on the beach later, but no beach bunny, however scantily clad, would compare to Tina and her delicious cameltoe!

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