Once around the corner, I stopped, closed my eyes, and everything I had just seen played back in my head, as if I was watching a video. Decidedly, this was the best day of my life. As both my breathing and my pulse returned to normal, there was another wet mark, albeit slightly lower on my shorts, from the pre-cum leaking from my dick.
I was flushed and sweating from thinking about what I had just experienced. I started to wonder what would be my next move. I looked around the rock I was walking on, and began to realize there was no way up to the top of the cliff without passing the girls again. With that thought, my heart started to race, and I could feel the excitement in my entire body.
I was concerned though; that the girls simply ignored me on my first pass because it was the easiest thing to do. No outcry or confrontation–and I would be gone and leave them to enjoy their secret cove. But a second pass might be different. It would be easy to deduce at that point I was nothing more than a teenage peeping tom. What would they do to me if I went back? Well, I had no choice and would have to walk past them all to get off the ledge and back up to the street where I lived. I took a deep breath, and headed back north to the Cove.
I approached the edge of the Cove slowly, and stopped to look around the corner. It seemed like the hottest part of the day, and now all of the girls were now on their feet. Four girls had already jumped in to the ocean, and the remaining seven were standing at the edge of the ledge, waiting for the next wave to roll in so they could safely jump in the water. I watched as girl after girl jumped in, squealing, topless, pinching their nose shut, dropping down into the ocean.
They each came up, head tilted back, clearing their hair from their face, and smiling. They were all treading water, bouncing up and down with each wave. I approached the area where their towels and beach bags were spread out, watching the last of the girls leap of off the rocks. Again, not one of the girls had looked at me, and I felt like I was invisible to them. I quickly headed east through the Cove, to access the path back up to the top of the cliff above and make my way back to my house.
That night, I lay in my bed with my eyes closed, vividly trying to relive my experience earlier that day. Each time I thought about getting to the bottom of the cliff, down on to the rocks, and seeing the topless girls, my breathing stopped. My dick was hard as a two-by-four, and I smiled now that I understood what getting a “woody” meant. I rolled over, lying on my stomach, my dick compressed by the weight of my body on the mattress. I had not masturbated at this point in my life, but frequently experienced wet-dreams. I almost always woke up immediately after ejaculating, as I would be sweating, out of breath, and had a mess of wet cum in my pjs.
I enjoyed my wet dreams, vaguely recalling some of the fantasies about girls in the dream, but I really liked the relaxed feeling of my body after the event. I just wished I could will myself into a wet dream as I slept, as opposed to waiting for whatever the natural cause was for it to happen. That night, I fell asleep on my stomach, and awoke in the middle of night, when I was still feeling contractions in my groin after the peak of my wet dream orgasm. My hips were still slowly thrusting my dick into the mattress beneath me, my balls were tight against my body, and my cum was warm on my stomach. My experience at the cove, seeing all those topless girls, gave me the best wet dream I had ever had.
The Cove became my escape. I went nearly everyday day after I returned home from school. On the weekend, there were too many sightseers walking the rock ledge, and while some of the girls came to tan on the rocks, they did not sunbathe topless. My routine on weekdays and school holidays was to take my binoculars and sit above the Cove, at the top of the cliff, and watch the girls. I got to recognize the regulars, and looked forward to seeing them show off their bodies. I would sit back away from the edge of the cliff, as I did not want them to catch me looking at them.
As I watched through my binoculars, from time to time, one of them would shield the sun from their eyes and look up to the top of the cliff. I would just lean back, out of view for a few minutes, and then would resume looking at their glorious bare breasts when they lay down to work on improving their tans. While the bougainvillea did provide the girls cover from being viewed by people in the two houses on either side of the Cove, every so often, someone would walk to the edge of the homes’ large outdoor decks, and briefly gaze down on the girls, seeing what they had chosen to expose to the world. I was doing just the same, albeit with a little more frequency. I would get a rock-hard erection during my watch, pump out copious amounts of pre-cum on my leg, and every few nights, have another wonderful wet dream.
After a few weeks of viewing the girls from the cliff—I never walked down on them again—it was a school holiday, but not a work holiday. From my recent experiences viewing the Cove, I knew there would be a lot of girls on the rocks that day, starting about mid-morning. Dressed in my board shorts and flip-flops, I had walked down from my house to the cliff. I had always sat somewhere well off to the west of the trail leading down into the cove, but had never once seen anyone using the trail from my street to venture down. Without paying much attention today, I had failed to walk very far from the trail into the bougainvillea to take up my position. Unknowingly, that would turn out to be a problem for me in the second hour of my watch.
As I sat gazing at the various girls arrive in the Cove, singly, in pairs or small groups, I truly enjoyed watching the process of them getting settled. First they would kick-off their flip-flops and spread out their beach towel, some placing a folded towel on the rocks to use as a pillow. Then they would peel off their bathing suit cover-ups or T-shirts. Lastly, they would untie their string bikini tops and expose their supple breasts, always adjusting their hair, keeping it off of their faces and over their shoulders. Then the process of applying suntan lotion would begin. The combination of the shiny, slippery skin, and the girls rubbing the lotion on themselves, and frequently each other, turned me on so much, my hard dick would just ache. I sat on my butt, knees bent, feet flat on the ground, with my dick in the right leg of my board shorts. Since I was looking through the binoculars, I did not have any peripheral vision.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching near me, and I dropped the binoculars to look up, but it was too late. I was busted. It was two girls, a blonde and a brunette, wearing bikinis, sunglasses, and wide-brimmed, straw hats. They were both carrying large beach bags over their shoulders with towels sticking out of the top. Judging from their fit bodies, and smooth tan skin, they were probably in their early twenties, but neither one removed their hat or sunglasses so it was hard to tell. Each one of them had a beautiful tanned body; well-proportioned hips, and ample breasts, swaying slightly, even though they had stopped walking and stood towering above me. I’m sure the expression on my face was one of shock. And as I sat looking up at them, the blonde said to me, “Hey pervert, what are you doing up here?”
I replied, “Hi. Up here? I’m whale watching.” Hoping they didn’t notice my hard dick as it was rapidly deflating.
The brunette said, “Bullshit. There are no whales this time of year.”
I said, “Really, I thought I saw some in my binoculars,” my hand searching for them next to me while I remained looking up at the girls.
The blonde took two quick steps and was now standing in front of me and said, “The only thing you are looking at in those binoculars are the tits of me and my girlfriends down there while you watch us and jack off. We see you almost every time we come to the Cove.”
I had heard the kids in school use that phrase, “jack off,”, but did not know what it meant. I pleaded to her, “I’m not jacking off–I don’t even know what that means.”
The brunette, stepping closer to me, intervened, “Bullshit, pervert. You sit up here all day stroking your dick to our tits. We’re not stupid.”
Now I pleaded with both of them, “I have never stroked my dick. I don’t know what you are talking about. Sure my dick gets hard looking at your beautiful bodies, and it leaks a lot of pre-cum while I’m watching, but I only cum when I have wet dreams.”
“Whaaaaat?” screamed the blonde. “You’ve never jerked yourself off? How old are you?”
“Eighteen,” I stated proudly. “And I don’t jerk off. My pre-cum leaks out when my dick gets squeezed, that’s all.”
“Well when you squeeze the pre-cum out of your dick, don’t you eventually come,” retorted the blonde.
“No, never,” I said.
The blonde and brunette stood above me, looking at each other, mouthing words back and forth I couldn’t hear. I was getting scared they were talking about calling the police. I figured I could out run them once we got on the pavement up on the road, and I said, “What are you two talking about? What are you going to do with me?”
The brunette looked down at me, “You are eighteen and never jacked off? Not once? Don’t lie to us.”
I replied, “No, I’m not even sure what that means.”
The blonde, looking at me sitting on the ground, said, “That wet spot from your pre-cum is pretty far down your shorts. Show us your dick. We want to see how big it is.”
Somewhat unsure about my options at this point, I said, “It’s small when it’s soft, but I have to point it down my board shorts, or when I get hard, it sticks out above the waistband.”
The two girls exchanged a glance, but I couldn’t decipher it what it meant with them above me and their sunglasses on. The blonde spoke first, “We are going to show you how to jack off. It’s really easy, and if you like your wet dreams, you are really going to like this.”
Mark says
Just curious, I live on Oahu and if this place is real I would love to know where it is 🙂