It was warm for October, and a slight breeze flitted past my exposedthighs. I instinctively grabbed my skirt to keep it from flying up andgiving the p...assing revelers an eyeful. I was terrified but exhilarated.Here I was in full feminine glory for the world to see. My mind was blankas I could distinctly feel every single feminine sensation on my body: thetightness of the bra and panties, the skirt rustling against my exposedthighs, the comforting embrace of my heels, the long hair against my. I don't mind people but I like to strip down to my tight, black, square cut, Lycra shorts, and they tend to show my assets off quite a bit. Most people here wear board shorts, but I'm into tanning and hiking around, not surfing.I do keep in shape this way though. It's great exercise to walk and run on the beach as well as hike around the cliffs and swim in the surf. I'm 6'1" with dark brown hair & 160 lbs. I keep tan most of the year because it's easy for me. One good day out and I get dark.I. Jack pulled on his pants, and began fastening his shirt as he moved to the top of the stairs, where he had left his shoes. Annoyed, he felt his pant cuff snag on what had to be a loose nail in the floor. Looking down at his left foot in annoyance, he failed to place his hand on the banister cap at the top of the stair, and clearly heard the pant material rip as he pitched forward into the stairwell.Jack bounced once, and came to rest, painfully, at the bottom of the stair, having successfully. It was getting more difficult to focus on his breathing as Stacy’s fingers wrapped around his shaft and stroked gently. “You’re so hard,” she said breathily, “and so big.” She kissed him again as she stroked his cock through the trunks, cupping his balls, squeezing his shaft. He wondered what her thick, smacking lips would feel like sliding up and down his cock, rather than her hand, but that was stupid. She was just teaching him to kiss and touch. She was being helpful, and he was being a.