I Can’t Believe I Really Did This! PT 1

My name is Liz, I’m married to Michael and have been for 14 years. When we first got married we moved into a duplex. We lived on 1 side, a couple several years older than us lived on the other. They had 1 child, a boy named David, who was 12 when we moved in. He was a skinny little kid who didn’t really have any friends that I ever saw. I’m 5’11” tall, brown hair and eyes, large natural boobs and I’ve been told I have great legs and a great ass. Michael always wants me to dress to show off, and I don’t have a problem with that. Back then, we would often go out clubbing to drink and dance. I usually wore short skirts or dresses and low cut blouses with no bra. I did wear underwear, but normally they were sheer or lacy French cut or boy cut panties. At home, I never wore a bra or panties, I just didn’t like them.

David used to come around whenever I was working in the yard. He always helped out and I talked to him, frankly I felt sorry for him. He never seemed to go anywhere and never had anyone over. I knew he had a huge crush on me by the way he would hang around almost daily. By the time he turned 14, he began to make comments that were a bit sexual. Nothing overt, but he’d say things like “Wow…you look great in those shorts.” When I was wearing my cotton shorts in the yard. At one point he said things like “You have a great rack!” Or “That’s a million dollar butt you have!” I told him he needed to stop, but he always laughed it off. I told Michael about it and he thought it was hilarious that this 14 year old, pimple faced kid wanted to fuck me!

By the time he was 16, he was making even more sexual comments like telling me how sexy I was and asking me to turn around so he could check me out. At one point he even asked me if there’s any chance I would take his virginity! I told him to stop, he was a kid and I was an adult. He remained unfazed telling me “Sorry Mrs. B., but I can’t help being a horny teenager.” Fortunately, we moved away soon after. We bought a house in a neighborhood about 20 miles away. The following year, we bought a travel trailer to take camping and a generator so we could camp without electrical hookups. We went to several places and camped. I was never one for the woods but we camped at lakes and at a couple of music festivals. But, my favorite was when we took the trailer down to the beach. You can drive on the beach and even camp on it, so we’d pull the trailer onto the beach and set up, sometimes spending 5 or 6 days there.

We’d had the trailer for several months and took it to the beach for Labor Day Weekend. We arrived on Wednesday evening and set up. It was nice because we were pretty much the only ones there. We’d lay out during the day, then go eat at a restaurant, or fire up the grill and eat, then sit outside and enjoy the quiet evening after dark. Well, Friday rolled around and people started pouring onto the beach. Lots of tent campers, several more RVs, and loads of cars, trucks and people. By Friday night, you couldn’t get off the beach if you wanted to without sitting for an hour in dead stopped traffic. I’d never seen the beach so crowded, clearly the holiday brought them out. Cars were parked everywhere. People even slept in their cars and trucks. All night Friday night until very late, and all day Saturday, Saturday night, and Sunday, cars drove up and down the beach. People walked up and down the beach, a constant flow of people.

Saturday around noon we were sitting outside soaking up the sun. I was lying on a blanket on my stomach, Michael had untied the top so I didn’t have tan lines from the string, the top was still tied around my neck though. The bikini is very small, but there were some we saw that were quite a bit smaller. I had dozed off for a bit when Michael asked if I wanted to go for a walk. I told him no so he went by himself. I fell back asleep, at first on my stomach, but eventually rolled over onto my back with my top just lying across my breasts and a towel over my eyes. I guess I’d been asleep for a bit when I heard Michael say “Hey Babe! You awake? Look who I found!” I was groggy as I woke up from a pretty sound sleep. I raised up on my arms and removed the towel covering my face. When my vision, and my head cleared, I looked and saw Michael had brought David with him!

I was shocked to see him, it had been a year since we’d last seen him. His eyes were wide open and I then realized my top, while still tied around my neck, was hanging in between my breasts so I was totally exposed to Michael, David and everyone else walking and driving by. I quickly covered myself and asked Michael to tie my suit. He did but made it a point to tell me it was okay to be topless on this beach. David quickly joined in agreeing with Michael and telling me I had the best “tits” he’d ever seen! I looked at him, he was now grinning from ear to ear.

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