First time story: The Cove – by intimate_dreamer. There is a Cove in the old lava rock on the island of Oahu. The girls from UH would come sun bathe there on the weekdays, when most of the local residents were at work. Many of them would remove their bikini tops and lay out on the rocks tanning. Some of them realized they were being watched.

First time story: The Cove – Chapter 1

by intimate_dreamer

Genres: Fiction, Coercion, Female Domination, First Time, Romance, Teen Male / Female, Voyeurism

I had moved to a house just three blocks off of the Pacific Ocean. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a trail led downward to the edge of a cliff overlooking the water. Below the cliff was a wide, smooth, rock ledge, facing due west, that when the ocean was calm, became a secluded, sunbathing haven for coeds from the local university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 feet wide at its widest point.

With all of the natural bougainvillea growing around the top of the cliff, made it difficult for the surrounding homes, set back a considerable distance, to see down to the rock ledge below. Thus it was a very private cove. The walk down from the cliff, more like a climbing descent, was not the popular access to the water’s edge. Two streets below mine, and well to the north, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed cars to park along the curb, where it was a short walk down an easy sloping trail to get on the ledge, and then it was about a fifteen minute stroll south to reach the cove.

Immediately after moving into the new house, I began to explore the neighborhood, and found the steep and narrow trail that led down to the rock ledge below. My surroundings were all new to me, and I had to see where this trail would lead. On my second day in the neighborhood, standing atop the cliff, maybe two stories above the rock ledge below, I noticed about a dozen people down there.

They were spread out, lying on beach towels, soaking up the sun. I could faintly hear music from a portable radio well below my vantage point. There was a very narrow crevasse in the rock ledge, about 10 feet across and 30 feet in length, where two people were floating in the ocean, waiting for a gentle wave to lift them up where they could grab onto a handhold high on the rocks, and lift themselves out of the water. I didn’t really notice much more than that, not paying close attention to the people below me, I was focused on the trail and how to navigate it down to the rock ledge.

The trail was steep, with places that each foot needed to be precisely placed. As I was fairly fit, lean and muscular from playing sports in school, physical exertion was not an issue. In my new environment, it was easy getting used to wearing nothing but my board shorts, but walking in flip-flops, on a steep, downhill trail, caused me to focus on the next footstep, and not thinking about what I would find at the end of my journey. I made my way down the trail, and it brought me to the closed end of the cove, providing an open view out to the west. The sun was high, and there were no shadows to be found. As I gazed around at the scene before me, two things became apparent, there was not a male in group that lay on the rocks, and every girl was topless.

At 18 years old, admittedly, I had seen very few naked women, or a partially naked woman, in real life. The popular woman’s swimsuit at this time was a string bikini, and so, it was often difficult to see the thin string across the back. I was not wearing sunglasses, and squinted to confirm what I thought I was seeing. Not one of the girls in the Cove was wearing a top.

They were laying on their stomach or back, or sitting up facing towards the water. Suddenly it seemed very difficult to swallow, and I felt a slight swelling in my board shorts, the kind that teenage boys sometimes experience. From where I stood, I could not see the two girls in the water below, but when a good sized wave lifted them up, they grabbed ahold of the rock ledge, and pulled themselves up onto the surface, and stood up. They were dripping with the cool sea water, and both tilted their heads back to let their long hair drop behind them, and they reached their hands up and over their heads to gather all of it up and wring the water out.

They were topless, with no tan lines, and their nipples were much darker brown than their skin. My eyes focused on those brown nipples, perfectly round, erect from the light wind brushing their wet skin, pointed upward on their wet, round breasts. I stood in awe, my heart pounding in my chest. Not being able to inhale, I felt my dick grow fast and hard, pointed down the right leg of my board shorts. I stood deathly still. Nobody had noticed me standing at the back of the cove, and even if they had, I could not move my legs to get away. Frozen, both because of the scene of nearly nude, young women before me, grander than my wildest fantasies at the time, and also because my dick was so hard, and uncomfortably pointed down my pant leg in an unnatural position, I couldn’t take a step.

My brain was on overload, and I wished this very minute of my life would never end. The two girls from the water were wringing-out their long, dark hair, laughing with big white smiles at whatever one of them had said to the other. I openly stared at their lean, tanned bodies, naked breasts, and long legs, still dripping wet from their swim. Their wet bikini bottoms were clinging tightly to their hips, crotch, and shapely butts. I had to swallow hard to keep from drooling on myself.

I had known for years that I liked girls, but what I was feeling at this moment was more like a hunger for girls, well beyond just liking them. My eyes were feeding on the sight of them, but there were other parts of my body than needed to be satisfied as well. My hard dick, in its downward position, was really starting to hurt. I thought I needed to take the pressure off, and reached down with my right hand to stretch my shorts, and lift my dick as far off my leg as it would go. In doing so, I must have squeezed some pre-cum out of the tip, and now had a quarter-sized wet spot on the front of my green board shorts.

As my gaze went from girl-to-girl-to-girl, it appeared I was still unnoticed. The two girls from the ocean went to their towels and lay down on their backs. Now, no one was standing in the cove but me; all of the girls were either seated or laying on their beach towels. While I contemplated my next move, a couple of the girls rolled over from their stomachs onto their backs, exposing their breasts to me as they situated themselves on their towels. Some of them had nearly perfect, even tans over their entire bodies, others, probably new to the cove, had distinct tan lines, with their two white breasts standing in contrast to the surrounding brown skin.

While I observed that their nipples varied somewhat in size and color, with the areolas seemingly capping the point of each breast, I did see distinctly, different shaped nipples on a few of girls. On their breasts, the areolas appeared puffy, with a softer looking, fleshy nipple on the top. Why the view of the puffy nipples sent an extra jolt of electricity to both my brain and my dick, I didn’t know, but I liked it.

One of the three puffy nipple girls had a very dark tan, with no tan lines and dark, dark puffy nipples. She must have been Polynesian, or from another Pacific Island—her skin tone was an incredible dark mocha color. The other two, both redheads, may have been sisters, or even twins. Their skin was pale compared to everyone else on the rock ledge, and their breasts were as white as cream, with big, puffy, light pink nipples. It was difficult for me to stop staring at them, for reasons I didn’t understand. I was so turned on by each of the girls in front of me; I didn’t notice every hair on my body, like my dick, was standing at attention as well.

I finally took a deep breath. And then another. I needed my dick to soften a bit if I was going to walk anywhere. My heart beat slowed to where I could no longer feel it pounding in my ears, and my dick released the blood it was holding captive. Now that I thought I could walk, it was time to figure out where to go. The most incredible scene I had ever witnessed was laid out before me in the cove. I began walking along the south edge, closer to where the girls lay sunning themselves. I was mesmerized by the variety of tits I was seeing for the first time.

Some had pointed, erect nipples, others soft, small mounds. The skin colors ranged from white to dark brown, with many of the petite girls’ breasts firmly standing up, others, larger orbs of flesh, spilling over the sides of their chests. I started to notice many other features of these beautiful girls; the curve of their shoulders, the way their hair fell on their faces, the bones protruding at the hips, firm round butts, and the mound in their bikini bottoms.

As I approached the girls, walking slowly, I found myself close enough to see the freckles on some of the lighter skinned girls. Seeing that, and without reason, I felt the blood start to flow into my dick once again. The freckles on their faces, necks, arms, and chests were such a turn on to me. A few of the girls were covered in freckles, and the freckles flowed on to their breasts, and I had to look away to avoid stopping in my tracks to stare.

As I reached the nearest girl from where I entered the Cove, she was lying on her back. I could now see her tits were the largest of the group, filling her chest and covering the sides of her body as well. As I approached from behind her, without even lifting her head, she picked up her bottle of oil, squirted some in her left hand, applied it to the center of her chest, and then with both hands rubbed it over her plump breasts and flat stomach, causing her pink nipples to become erect. My head was spinning, and I was actually dizzy. I walked slowly, glancing from girl to girl, in disbelief of what I was seeing, but enjoyed the feeling of my heart pounding in my chest. As I looked at their incredible bodies, not one of them met my gaze. It was like I was invisible. In twenty-five steps, I passed all of them, and made a hard left turn to follow the rock ledge out of the cove.