I live in San Diego and the beach is only a few miles away from my house, but you could count on one hand the amount of times I'd actually been. Well,... I was really nervous about my upcoming trip with "the gang' not knowing how to act or even what to wear. Being a 14-year-old "very insecure" girl is no fun, let me tell you. I spent the rest of the week worrying about every little detail and imagining every little thing that could go wrong and was just about to throw in the towel by Friday.But it. Lift them over your shoulders...guid your hands to my breasts...get down on my knees for you. I can't wait to taste your tartar skin. I close my eyes and I can see you spreading my legs, your head lowering between my thighs, your breath on my privates. I moan before anything even happens...just from anticipation. I shiver before anything happens...from anticipation. As I feel your lips reach my pussy... the world around me stop existing. It's spinning round... getting dark... All that exist are. It was large and as I got it harder, I knew it was going to be a chore to get my lips around this monster. But I did my best.My efforts to engulf the head were futile as I positioned my head so that he could fuck my face. I got a portion of the cock in my face hole, but it wasn't easy. Finally, the cock slid back into the booth and the owner bent down and looked in at me. "Can I come over to your side?" he asked.It's not typical for someone to share a booth, but I wanted to get a better look at. She was passionate but not sluttish; her hands never wandered below my waist. She stroked my neck and nuzzled my ear. My cock was screaming to be released from its bondage, but she seemed not to notice. I tried to become more amorous and aggressive, but she held me back. She didn’t allow me to touch her. Each time I attempted to grab her tits or slide my hand up her thigh, she pushed my hands away. She remained in control of her emotions, and her control was complete except for her delicate.