First Time Topless

The first time I went topless on a beach at fifteen.

I’m thirty and an exhibitionist, but my exhibitionism began on a family vacation to Cancun when I was fifteen. Arriving in Mexico, we checked into our hotel and unpacked before getting changed and meeting up again at the pool. I was so excited to be on vacation. I stripped naked and stood in front of the mirror as I put on a new green halter neck bikini. It made me feel so sexy.

Despite being so young I wasn’t ashamed of my body or put off by guys checking out my teen curves. Even at that age I loved the attention, especially from older men. I knew they shouldn’t be looking at me that way, but the fact they were, aroused me. Shapely curves and big boobs ran in my mom’s side of the family, so it was inevitable I was going to develop early.

Puberty struck when I was ten. By twelve I was being teased for having big boobs. They weren’t big as far as breasts went, but they were for a pre-teen. I continued to develop naturally and by the time I turned fifteen I had a cute heart shaped butt and a well-proportioned 32D chest. My young boobs were full and rounded. I loved how the weight of them was evenly distributed as they sat firm on my 5ft 5-inch-tall body.

There would come the day when my boobs would no longer be as firm, of course, like my mom’s, but I wasn’t worrying about that at fifteen. I was embracing what I had been blessed with at such a young age.

After putting on the halter neck bikini, I slipped my feet into a pair of flip flops and pulled on a cover-up beach dress before leaving my room to meet my parents by the pool. After an hour with them I went and checked out the beach alone.

Once I’d settled down in a quiet spot, I sat up looking around the beach. Seeing women topless on vacation was normal to me. Mom used to do it all the time in the Caribbean, but I think she stopped doing it because she’d grown to dislike how saggy her much bigger boobs had become.

That evening in my room I was checking out my naked body before getting ready to rejoin my parents for dinner. I looked at my young boobs and wondered if I had the courage to go topless. As long as my parents didn’t find out then I figured nobody else would mind. Judging by the looks I got around the pool and on the beach that day I definitely knew the men wouldn’t mind.

During the evenings hotel entertainment show I was debating with myself whether I should go topless the following day or not. I wasn’t listening to my parents or paying much attention to the show. I was becoming sexually aroused whilst imaging myself topless on the beach. My friends would consider me a legend, although they probably wouldn’t believe me without photographic evidence.

The following morning, day two, I doused my body in sun lotion, rubbing it everywhere my hands could reach and taking my time to cover my boobs. Going topless was one thing. Removing my bikini top and then rubbing lotion into my boobs in front of people was quite another. I was so horny by the time I finished and put another halter neck bikini on.

My long, mousey brown hair was in a high ponytail, and my young, busty boobs looked fab pushed together, creating a killer cleavage and making my breasts appear even bigger than they already were. The bottom half of the bikini was just as sexy. Low at the front below my hip bone, showing off my flat tummy and prominent virgin mound, I smiled and turned my hips to check out my firm heart shaped butt.

During breakfast I learned my parents were going to be spending the morning playing tennis. The chances of them catching me topless was significantly slimmed. The excitement and nerves gave me butterflies and I began rubbing my knees together under the table.

Arriving on the beach I counted three topless women with their husbands or boyfriends. They all looked thirty and older. I was by far the youngest fully developed female on the beach. I found a fairly quiet spot with an empty sun bed and sat down nervously. I was so anxious I ended up lying there for an hour just listening to music. I couldn’t do it.

Then, something went off inside me and I told myself I was going to do it. I was going to remove my bikini top and expose my big, teen boobs on the beach. It was all about how it made me feel and not what other people thought. I sat up and took a swig of water and glanced around. To the left of me I saw a middle-aged couple had settled. To the right of me a young couple in their twenties had also settled.

The young attractive blonde to my right was topless. My mind was made up. If she could do it, then so could I. But it still wasn’t easy. I feared two things. One, getting into trouble because I was only fifteen, and two, getting caught by my parents. However, the adrenaline rush I experienced just thinking about doing it was driving me on. I’d regret it if I didn’t experience going topless.

I told myself not to look at anyone on the beach while I removed my bikini top, but my head instinctively looked right towards the younger couple when I reached behind my neck for the halter tie. Neither the man nor woman were watching me, so I pulled the string but kept hold of it. I then glanced to my left as I pulled the top down my body. My heart was pounding, and my legs were shaking, bouncing my knees up and down. My teenage hormones were all over the place. I was so turned on I could feel the blood pumping into my tight vulva. The much older man was staring right at me, watching as I slowly removed my bikini top.

I froze on the brink of exposing my young boobs in public for the first time. The man grinned with anticipation. He wasn’t going to look away, and I knew I wasn’t about to suddenly reverse my brave decision. He gave me a wry nod and I swiftly removed my bikini top. He watched and sighed while I gasped and felt my full boobs fall free and bounce from their confines, before they came to rest firmly on my chest. I thought I was going to faint from the rush I experienced.

He continued watching as I quickly dropped the bikini top into my bag and laid my tingling body back down on the sun bed. I put my sunglasses on and remained dead still. I’d never felt so nervous in my life. I was breathing fast with short shallow gasps. My chest was rising and falling, lifting and lowering my young boobs and rock-hard protruding nipples.

I think I laid there for ten minutes before I calmed down. I then smiled. I’d done it. I’d removed my bikini top and I was now topless on the beach. I felt good all over. I felt alive. I was so turned-on knowing men were looking at my young boobs. I no longer worried about it, or getting caught. I was in a new element. My element, and I loved it.

I glanced right at the young couple again. The guy was now looking at me, but his head snapped away when I caught him, and then his girlfriend put her bikini top back on and they walked towards the sea. I flicked my neck to the left and gasped. I caught the older guy pointing a camera at me. My eyes went wild behind my sunglasses, and I froze again until he put the camera away, chuckling to himself.

I didn’t know what to. I certainly wasn’t going to say anything. His wife then stirred and said something to him. He nodded and said something back, then I watched her get up and walk off in the direction of the hotel. The man turned to look at me and smiled.

“I’m Mike from Toronto, Canada. What’s your name? Where ya from?” he grinned.

“Uh… Megan… uh… I’m from Buffalo, New York.”

“We’re practically neighbors,” he chuckled. “What brings a pretty young think like you to the beach by herself?”

“Uh… my parents are playing tennis.”

“Interesting. How old are you, Megan?”

Mike was nosey but I thought he was being polite and friendly. I was a bag of nerves talking to a man with my boobs out. I didn’t want to talk to him, but I couldn’t shut the conversation down either.

“Uh… I’m fif… eighteen…” I spluttered, reaching into my bag for the sun lotion. I needed to distract myself, so I decided I’d rub lotion into my legs. I was too shy to rub it anywhere else out of fear of setting my boobs off wobbling all over the place.

Mike watched me intently until I closed the lid on the bottle. “That’s the problem with sunbathing alone. There’s nobody to put sun lotion on your back. Let me help you with that.”

“Uh… uh…” I began to panic and freeze as he stood up and walked towards me. “It’s… it’s ok…”

“I don’t won’t you burning that lovely body of yours, Megan.”

Mike took complete control of the situation and my vulnerability. I couldn’t speak. Every time I went to say something I was spluttering like a baby. He took the bottle from my trembling hand and made sure he got a good look at my boobs before straddling my sun bed. I couldn’t believe this older man had literally sat himself behind me. I stared out to sea and winced at the sound of him breathing as he flipped the lid on the bottle. I then had to catch my breath when I heard him squirt it into his hand.

“Do you have a boyfriend back in Buffalo, Megan?” he asked nonchalantly as he rubbed is greasy hands together, about to touch me.

“Huuuuuh!” I gasped. His hands were on my shoulders, rubbing sun lotion into my body. “No,” I murmured.

“Your skin is so soft,” he said quietly, rubbing his hands down my back and along the bottom. “Does it feel good?”

“Uh…”

“I thought so,” he said, squirting more lotion into his hands.

I was a mess at this point. My emotions were all over the place. I was scared and turned on at the same time. I had a man with his hands on my body in public whilst topless. My spine then straightened up and I sucked my tummy in when his hands moved slowly up the sides of my body.

“Relax, Megan. I’m just helping out a neighbor in need.”

“Your fingers… they’re… touching…”

“Your lovely young breasts?” Mike chuckled, rubbing the sides of my boobs.

“Y… ye… yes,” I gasped.

“Yeah, but it’s not like I’m touching them like your boyfriends have.”

Mike stretched his fingers to feel more of my boobs. I shouldn’t have told him I was eighteen. I shouldn’t have allowed him to sit behind me. I shouldn’t have gone topless, but more worryingly, I shouldn’t have been aroused over what was happening to me.

“And… you don’t want them burning in the sun, do you, Megan?”

Mike cupped my young boobs from below and lifted them in his hands. I heard him groan as I began to breath quickly. I couldn’t move or say anything. I was soon the one groaning awkwardly while an older man rubbed sun lotion into my boobs, fondling them in the process. I then squeaked and gripped the corners of the sun bed when he started playing with my nipples.

“Mmm, you have the best pair of tits I’ve ever had the pleasure of playing with. I love naughty teenagers, Megan. Are you naughty?”

“Uh… Uhhh…” what he was doing to me felt so good. A few people were watching us, but he didn’t care, and I couldn’t bring myself to stop him.

“I have an hour to spare if you’d like to get really naughty, Megan.” Mike shuffled forwards and I felt something poking against my butt.

“I have to go.” I finally found the will power to free myself.

Mike chuckled as I reached inside my bag for my bikini top and started putting it on. He got the message and returned to his sun bed. I then got off the beach and went straight to my room. I didn’t stop to think until I’d slammed my door shut. I was standing with my back against the door. The shock of it all spilled over and I started laughing.

Realising my bikini bottoms were drenched, I slipped a hand down the front and started to rub my shaven pussy. I was hot and flushed. I pulled the string at the side and let them fall to the floor. Using both hands, I rubbed my clit and fingered my tight virgin hole until I climaxed, squirting my juices onto the floor.

I didn’t go topless on the beach again, but I did discreetly sunbathe naked on my balcony. I returned home with no white bits, and I’d fingered myself to countless orgasm in the sun.

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