Rosarito Beach 1

Jack meets a vacationing teen on a secluded section of the beach.

Back in the 90’s I used to like to escape to a bungalow south of Rosarito Beach for vacations. The atmosphere is laid back and everything moves slowly. Well, almost everything. Terri was her name, but I didn’t know that as I watched her undress.

The beach down below the bungalow is isolated from the touristy area below the resort; a small rocky outcrop cuts “my beach” off from the main beach pretty completely at high tide. At low tide, every once in a while someone from the resort would walk down the beach past the outcrop onto “my beach”.

Terri did. I was laying out, reading a book while drinking margaritas when I noticed the young girl in a bikini come around the outcrop. She seemed focused on where she came from as she unrolled a towel on the sand. She then proceeded to get undressed. I took notice and sat up. Her tan skin sharply contrasted her white, narrow ass. As she turned toward me, I could see her white, small breasts with pale, puffy nipples. She was about to lie down, apparently to sunbathe naked, when she noticed me watching her.

To my surprise, she didn’t shriek or cover herself quickly; she said, “What are ya, a perv, or something?” And she lifted her towel to cover herself.

“Yes, I am, but you’re on my beach, so . . .” And I raised my margarita glass in a toast.

The girl seemed to be 12 or 13 and had a bit of that teen “I don’t give a fuck what you think” attitude. “Are you gonna keep staring, perv, or can I get dressed, now?”

“Oh you can get dressed, but I’m gonna sit right here and watch, as long as you’re on my beach.”

She rolled her eyes and made a noise half between a grunt and a snort. Then she turned her back to me, dropped her towel, picked up her bikini bottoms and stepped into them. Next she put her top back on, then turned toward me again.

“Really?”

“Totally. ” I responded, doing my drink.

She stood a minute indecisively, then picked up her towel and walked to me. She was about 5’4″, thin, but not skinny, with the deep brown skin of a southern California girl who laid out often. Her hair was past her shoulders and light brown. Her eyes were pale blue – a kind of wild and mesmerizing blue.

“What? Do you fuckin’ get off on watching little girls undress?” She asked in a demanding tone.

I looked at her and took a sip from my drink, “Yes, I do. Pretty ones, anyway.”

She stared at me for a minute. “Really?” She seemed thrown off by my response.

“Truly.” I answered.

“Your beach?” She asked.

I nodded, “I’ve rented it, so, yeah, my beach. But you’re welcome to sunbathers on my beach.”

“If I’m naked, perv?” the girl said, attempting to be mean.

“Oh, I’d prefer that, but it’s not required.”

She stood looking at me, still undecided. She was looking at a 35 year old man of average build, tan and a bit hairy, wearing a yellow speedo that clearly showed my package. And I openly admitted to her my delight for the forbidden fruit. Intrigued, she laid her towel out a few feet away from my beach chair. “Ok, but I’m not getting naked.”

“Suit yourself.” I answered. I pulled a jar of icy margarita from the cooler and refilled my glass and took a drink.

“I can’t believe you told me you like girls my age. Just like that. What if I tell someone?” She asked.

“What do i care? Even if someone believes you; even if you get someone official here to look in on it; it’s not uncommon here for men my age to be interested in 15 year olds. And if someone official showed an interest, 100 bucks and he’d no longer be interested.” I knew she wasn’t 15. I want sure she was 13, but I knew it would flatter her. “What’s your name, anyway? I’m Jack.”

“Terri. With an i.” She said as she absorbed what I had said. Suddenly, she reached over, took my drink and took a swig. She then looked at me defiantly.

“Help yourself. But it’s alcoholic, so go easy on it. ”

“Really? You don’t care if I drink? ”

“Terri, I just told you I like little girls. Do you think I’m gonna run to your parents if you do a little drinking?”

She laughed, “Yeah, I guess not.” And she took another mouthful. “Mmmm, this is good. But it’s so cold. ”

“Besides,” I said, winking, “the alcohol will loosen you up so I can have my way with you.”

Terri laughed, “Not gonna happen; i just wanted a taste.”

I smiled, “Oh well, a man can dream.”

We were quiet for a bit, when Terri suddenly said, “Fuck it!” And sat up.

“Fuck what?” I asked.

“Jack, I came over here to nude sunbathe. If you promise to only look, I don’t really care if your a perv; I’m gonna sunbathe in the buff.”

“Cross my heart” I said solemnly, “I’ll never touch you without your consent, Terri.”

Thus pretty young thing proceeded to unhook her top and pull it over her head, then she leaned back, lifted her hips and slid her bottoms off and, setting her ass back down, she lifted her feet and slid her bikini bottom all the way off. She lay back on her towel and turned her head to see what I was doing.

I gazed on her perfection. Golden brown skin, two mounds with bright, white triangles around each puffy pink nipple. Her flat, brown, smooth tummy leading to a larger, white triangle that ended in a small rise of her mons pubis with a slit whose beginning I could see clearly from my position. Her arm hairs were delicate blond; her pubis showed sparse soft brown wisps. Maybe it was the breeze, but, as she watched me admiring her naked teen body, her nipples stiffened.

“Take a picture, Jack. It’ll last longer.” Terri quipped.

“If I I thought you’d sit still for it, I’d get my camera.”

After a minute of watching me drink in her sweet, young body, she laughed and said, “Fuck it! I don’t care, you fuckin’ perv, get your damn camera!”

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