My name's Kari. I'm seventeen, 5'5" 115 lbs. I have thick, wavy red hair down past my shoulders. I've been told I have a pretty face. I think my hair is my best feature though. Well, and my breasts. I think I've been in love with my breasts for at least a year now. Lol. That sounds so weird.
I know I'll probably hate them when I'm older. They aren't small or firm or perky. They're tear-drop shaped and seem a little too big for the rest of my body. What I like best is how they move. Even in a bra, they seem to sway and jiggle with my every little move. It's like they want to show off no matter how I dress or what I'm doing. Like they're always trying to draw attention to themselves, which they seem pretty good at. I've gotten used to catching people looking at them. I don't let on because it can be a little embarrassing sometimes but mostly I just love it.
I have lots of friends. Some are boys but none are actual boyfriends. We hang out and have fun, usually a group of us, but I don't go on many dates. Guys my age just aren't my thing. I guess I have a kind of kink. I like older guys. Like, way older. I think I know why but that's a story for another time. This story is about what happened at the beach last Saturday.
I got up Saturday morning full of energy. I took off all my clothes and stood in front of my mirror. I watched myself feel my breasts and pose in some different, sexy poses. I thought that girl in the mirror looked pretty sexy. Suddenly I felt this overwhelming desire to show her off - to let someone else see her and see if they thought she was sexy too. That's when a plan started to form in my head. I put on my yellow bikini and a beach dress, grabbed a towel, and headed out.
"I'm going to the beach," I called out as I left the house, not really carrying if anyone heard me. I got in the little car that was "mine" and in half an hour I was at the beach. I walked for fifteen minutes to get to a part of the beach I knew would have very few people, mostly just people taking long walks along the shore. I put my towel down well away from the water and looked around. There was no one close enough to see what I was doing so I took off my beach dress and bikini top and buried them in the sand under my towel.
I sat still on my towel and looked around again. I was topless in public for the first time in my life. I looked down at my breasts. They looked great but I felt so exposed. I wondered what someone would think if they saw me like this. I imagined different reactions they might have. The good reactions I imagined were making me really excited, and I was starting to shake.
I tried to relax, to calm down, to stop hunching over and just lay back and see if the sun's warm rays on my bare skin could stop me from shaking. After a few minutes, I started to calm down a bit. I still felt totally turned on though. I kept looking at my bare breasts and thinking of what I'd do if, no "when" someone finally came walking along the shore. I didn't have to wait much longer.
It was only a few minutes later that I noticed a couple coming up the beach. I just leaned back on my elbows and watched. As they got closer I could tell they were an older couple, maybe in their seventies but in good shape. My heart was already pounding with excitement but as they got closer and closer I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest. Thinking about them, especially the man, seeing my bare breasts was bringing me so close to the edge I felt like I might cum just from seeing him look at me if he did.
By the time they got close enough that I knew they could see me clearly, I was shaking again. Then the lady smiled and waved to me. Nervously I smiled and waved back. As I did, the man looked at me and he also waved. I almost melted seeing him look at me and continue looking at me as they walked by.
I think I let out an audible gasp once they passed by. I had done it. I had let two total strangers see my bare breasts and it seemed like they liked what they saw. I was in heaven and my clit was aching to be touched.
When I thought it was safe to, I reached between my legs and moved my suit aside, and ran my fingers over my clit. I thought of letting them see me like this but knew I wasn't ready for that yet if I'd ever be. I didn't cum, but I could have. I wanted to keep myself on edge so I could tap into all the sexual energy I could before I gave myself relief. As I played with my clit I thought of what to do when they headed back my way.
I decided I wanted to show them how my breasts looked in motion, so even though I was still shivering with excitement, I decided to get into the water. That would bring me much closer to them, and they'd be able to see me from different angles, watching my breasts dance over my chest as I played in the surf.
I waited until they had turned around and were on their way back before I got up and headed into the water. The water was cool and the surf was active without being at all dangerous. I went in until the waves were high enough to lift my breasts, but only came up to my mid-thigh in between the waves.
I swam and jumped in the waves. When one crashed I'd turn my back to it, which meant facing the shore. I practiced turning quickly to make my breasts move as much as possible. It was almost like I was doing a sexy dance to the rhythm of the surf.
When the couple was as close to me as they could get without getting wet themselves I heard the lady call out to me. I hadn't heard what she said and realized this was an opportunity to approach them. They stopped walking and watched me approach.
"What?" I yelled, holding my hand to my ear.
"You look like you're having fun," the lady repeated.
We were just a few feet apart now as we chatted about the water, the surf, the sun, the beach, the seagulls, the vacation they were enjoying, where they had been, what else I could recommend they see in the area, and that I was about the same age as their granddaughter.
All the time we chatted I was intensely aware of my exposed breasts. My nipples were as hard and long as I'd ever seen them. I was acutely aware of every time their gaze fell to my chest and I did my best to keep them talking so I could see and feel their eyes on me for as long as possible. I tried to keep moving as we chatted, shuffling my feet, playing with a rock with my feet, or gesturing with my hands and arms, all to get my breasts to jiggle, shimmer, and sway as attractively as they could. A couple of times I even clasped my hands in front of me so my arms squeezed my breasts together, plump and protruding.
When we finally ran out of things to chat about the lady reached out and held my upper arm, leaning towards me.
"I just have to tell you that you look simply breathtaking. Just so beautiful. Don't you agree, Bob?" she asked without taking her eyes off me. I looked at "Bob" to see his response and saw him look down to my breasts and back to my face before agreeing.
"Stunning," he said, smiling broadly.
"Would you mind if we took a picture?" the lady asked.
"Sure," I said and the lady posed beside me as Bob got his camera ready. By the time Bob took the shot the lady had her arm around my waist so I put mine around hers. After the shot, she thanked me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Feeling my bare breasts pushing against her chest was surreal.
"Now I'll take one of you two," she said and shuffled over to Bob who handed her the camera. As she prepared to take the shot Bob moved beside me and put his arm around me, with his hand on my shoulder. He squeezed me toward him which caused my arm to bunch my breasts together again for the picture.
"Oh that's so adorable," the lady happily declared. Let me snap another one. Just as she did I noticed a sand dollar between us.
"Look!" I said as I bent to pick it up. I cupped it in both hands and held it toward the lady.
"Oh, that's precious, she exclaimed. "Let me get a picture of you holding it."
I held it out towards her as I had been but I used my arms to bunch my breasts together and stepped closer so she would just get my face, breasts, and the sand dollar in the frame.
"Wonderful," she said.
On an impulse, holding the sand dollar in my right hand I put it over my right nipple and puckered my lips toward the camera.
"Oh, cute!" the lady said delightedly. "Do another one."
This time I flipped the sand dollar perpendicular to my body as if it were a cover for my nipple that I had just flipped open and gave the camera a big smile.
"Fantastic," she said. "Bob, you hold it this time."
I handed the sand dollar to Bob who stood to my left side again. This time he draped his right arm over my shoulder and down towards my breast. His arm wasn't long enough to reach my nipple so I used my opposite hand to lift my breast until he could hold the sand dollar over my nipple. As we posed like this I could feel the pressure of Bob's hand holding the sand dollar against my breast. I could even feel his thumb and part of his hand touching my bare skin.
"Here, try it this way," I said as the camera clicked away. I moved in front of Bob so he was standing mostly behind me, his right arm coming around my side under my right arm. I positioned his hand so he was cupping my breast and just holding the sand dollar over my nipple with the tips of his fingers. Feeling him holding my breast like this was electrifying. My nipple was so big and hard Bob couldn't keep the sand dollar lying flat and it tilted at an angle. But then, whether by accident or design, Bob dropped the sand dollar and it fell to the sand.
"Leave it. These are great shots," the lady said. I looked up at Bob and smiled as I covered his hand with mine and pushed his hand into my breast. He was now truly cupping me and I felt my hard nipple pushing into the palm of his hand. As the camera clicked away I released Bob's hand and raised my arms, placing my hands behind Bob's head, giving Bob free access to my boobs.
"Hold them up for the camera, Bob," the lady said. Obediently, Bob cupped both my breasts from underneath, without covering my nipples, and raised them towards the camera. I wasn't smiling now but trying to look sexy instead. I guess it worked, judging by the lady's reaction.
"Fantastic, simply fantastic," she exclaimed. While she clicked away I felt Bob start to play with my nipples. I moaned softly as he strummed his fingers over them, flicking and twisting them. Then he cupped me again and lifted first one, then the other, then both my breasts, squeezing them and sliding his palms all over them. I tilted my head back and moaned.