Charlotte's Vacation

Here we are, the middle of Summer. The peak of blazing hot weather. The sun cooking people who dared to step outside into Mother Nature's oven. People walking the streets with uneven tans, some wearing sunglasses too big for their faces, people splashing around in pools in their backyards, unattractive men jogging in short shorts hidden behind their huge hairy bellies. It was a perfect summer day, and also the day before the vacation of a lifetime.It was a Friday night and I was packing my bags for a week long vacation. I waited until the last minute to pack, because I apparently did not want to get any sleep the night before vacation, or maybe just because I always procrastinate. (And sometimes procrastination does lead to masturbation... Well for me at least.) It was almost 12:00 in the morning when my phone rang. It was my best friend Brooke, calling me to let me know something came up, and she wouldn't be able to go on vacation with me, as we had planned."Oh okay. Right... I understand. okay well let me know what happens. Love you. Bye." I said into the phone, sounding disappointed. I hung up the phone, and continued packing my things. I was kind of sad my best friend couldn't go, but that was not going to stop me from enjoying a much needed vacation. The thought of procrastinating even more than I already had, and using my vibrator crossed my mind, but I figured I would just pack it, and use it on vacation, since I would probably have plenty of time to use it. I quickly threw the rest of my things together, set my alarm for 4:30 AM, and went to sleep so I would be able to get to the airport in the morning, in time for my 7:30AM flight. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I boarded the plane, and I was really hoping that with all the new airport security, they wouldn't think that my vibrator is a gun, or some other kind of weapon. That would be mortifying. Thank goodness they didn't say anything to me, although the man scanning the bags looked at me and smiled as if he knew what was in my suitcase. I found a seat, and waited for my flight number to be called. Finally, I am going to escape from life for a nice relaxing week, away from all the craziness. I was wearing one of my favorite summer outfits, which was comfortable and cute. I was wearing my perfect fitting short jeans shorts, a tight gray tank top, and my black flip flops, my nails were painted a bright pink color. My chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a curly ponytail, and I wore sunglasses as an accessory on top of my head. I was only carrying my carry on bag, and my purse, but I packed them so full, and they weighed a ton, and looked as if they would escort beylikdüzü burst open any second. I noticed as I sat there waiting, listening to my iPod, that a few guys were checking me out. Even one or two girls turned their heads when I walked by. I never believed that I was beautiful, although I have been told I should be a model by almost everyone I know. I'm tall, I'm not toned, but not chubby, I have long muscular legs, big thighs, and proportionate curves that fit my body type. I noticed a woman sitting in the same area I was waiting in, who looked like she could be a supermodel. She looked like a Barbie Doll, if not better than one. She had blonde hair, and a perfect figure. She was wearing a cute outfit, a black and white, tight fitting dress, huge sunglasses covering her eyes, and really cute black heels. I wondered if she would be on the same flight I was getting on. In my subconscious mind, I really was hoping she would. "Flight number 536, seats 1-50 to gate number 36 please." Said a woman over the loudspeaker. I watched through the crowd of people standing up to see if the sexy blonde girl was heading toward gate 36. Sure enough, she was. I smiled to myself, almost jumping out of my seat with joy. I wonder if she had even noticed me while we were sitting there. I waited until they finally announced seats 150-200. I jumped out of my seat, practically running to the gate. I boarded the plane and found my seat. It turns out I had the worst seat, right next to the bathroom. The flight was about 6 hours long, and during the 6 hours, unfortunately for me, a bunch of people decided to take smelly dumps in the bathroom right next to me. I tried my best not to breathe most of the flight, and tried to listen to my iPod and sleep for a little while, since I only had 3 hours of sleep the night before. I woke up towards the end of the flight, after sleeping for about 4 hours, I felt refreshed. I had not seen the blonde girl, but I assumed there was probably a bathroom near the front as well, which is where she was sitting. As soon as I thought that, the door to the bathroom door swung open, and the blonde girl walked out. Startled, just realizing where I was because I had just woke up, I turned my head around, and looked to see what the noise was. Her piercing blue eyes met my soft green blue ones, for a split second and she continued walking towards the front of the plane. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I arrived at my destination. It was 3 hours earlier, which meant it was only 1:30 in the afternoon. I got out of the plane, picked up my suitcase at baggage claim, grabbed a escort akbatı quick lunch at some overpriced place in the airport, and found my way towards the exit. I took a short bus ride to the hotel that would be home for the next week. I threw my suitcase in the room, sunk into the bed, and thought of what to do. I decided to call the front desk, and request directions to the nearest beach. My plan was to just lay out on the beach, and relax, maybe go in the water for a little bit to cool off. I changed into my swim suit, packed a bag to bring with me, and grabbed my beach towel, leaving my room. After a short ten minute walk from the hotel, I was strolling along a beach. But it wasn't just a regular beach, it just happened to be a "clothing optional" beach. Who would have thought that I, a virgin prude girl, would end up in such a place? I was kind of angry when I arrived and saw a bunch of naked people, but at the same time I was excited. As much as my brain was telling me to turn back around and find another beach, my body overcame my thoughts, and my legs kept walking towards the cool blue water. I walked along the waters edge for a while, coming close to the end of the beach. As I continued walking, the crowds became smaller. I spotted a rather secluded area, away from the crowds, behind some rocks. I thought to myself, "Wow people sure are lazy, and comfortable with their own bodies too. That was a long walk, but at least no on will bother me all the way over here." I set down my hot-pink towel and my matching beach bag, taking out my trusty bottle of suntan lotion. I took off my t-shirt and shorts, but I didn't take off my swim suit yet, (which you could probably guess was also pink) because I was not comfortable enough with my body. I was tanning for a while, just relaxing, soaking up the sun, when all of a sudden, I heard someone say in a sexy, raspy voice, "Nice swim suit, but your gonna get tan lines, you should just take it off." I nearly had a heart attack. I don't know if it was from being startled by someone talking to me out of nowhere, or because there was a drop dead gorgeous naked woman standing in front of me. I opened my eyes, squinting up towards the woman standing over me. It took me a second but I realized it was the same girl from the plane. Bleach blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a perfectly toned body. She must have realized I didn't know what to say, so she broke the silence. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you like that! I'm Lucy, it must be your first time on a nude beach." she said giggling. "Nice to meet you, I'm Charlotte, and yeah it is, I kind of came here by mistake, the people at the hotel gave me directions escort beylikdüzü to the nearest beach, I wasn't expecting to end up here. I guess I should specify what kind of beach next time I ask." I replied with nervous laughter. "Oh, I'm on vacation too! Where are you from?" Lucy asked, excitedly. "New York. How about you?" "Same. I thought I saw you on the plane, I just wasn't sure. You were on flight 536 weren't you?" Lucy asked. "Yup, right by the bathrooms, best seats on the whole plane." I said sarcastically. Lucy set her towel down next to mine, and lay down next to me. I decided, what the hell, I might as well take off my swim suit. We relaxed, tanning for a while, laughing and chatting. "So, do you have a boyfriend back home?" Lucy questioned me. "Nope. Never have had one actually." I said, blushing, feeling a little embarrassed that I still have not had my first kiss yet. Or at least not technically, unless you count some drunk creep, trying to stick his tongue down my throat, and me turning away, completely disgusted. "What about a girlfriend?" Lucy asked. "No, never had a girlfriend either." I replied quietly, looking away from her. "So you have never had sex?" Lucy asked looking surprised. "No. I have never even kissed anyone either actually." I said, wanting to crawl under the towel. "That is completely crazy, you are fucking gorgeous!" Lucy said to me, smiling, seeing that I was embarrassed. "Thanks. Your beautiful too," I said smiling, looking back at her. "Would it be okay with you if I kissed you right now," Lucy asked me. "I think that would be more than okay with me," I replied with butterflies in my stomach, and my heart thumping as if it was going to burst out of my chest, or maybe even just stop all together. Lucy moved closer, slowly moving her lips to meet mine. At first, she kissed me so softly, our lips barely even touched. Then she kissed me with more pressure, and then with some tongue. Soon enough, we were caught up in a really intense, passionate make-out session. The second our lips had started touching, I felt a tingly feeling throughout my entire body. As we got more and more into the kiss, our hands wandering around, exploring each others bodies, I felt myself getting wetter by the second. Lucy started moving down my body slowly, starting by kissing my neck, and then kissing and licking her way down my body to my pussy. There was no chance of me stopping her at this point. I wanted her more than anything in that moment in time. I couldn't believe this was actually happening, and even more amazing, the first time I ever had sex, was happening on a beach, in broad daylight! I never would have thought that's how it would have happened, but it was, right at that moment. Lucy started licking my soaking wet slit. I don't think I had experienced anything that felt as good as those first few seconds, in my entire life. I almost came just from that. The way she looked up at me when she licked me was so sexy.