Beach day Sex Story for free 2024 – Y2Stories

It was a bright, sunny day at the beach, and the warm sand beneath my feet felt invigorating as I strolled along the shore. I couldn’t help but notice the group of people gathered around a young girl, perhaps thirteen years old, who was nervously tugging at her swimsuit. Curiosity piqued, I drew closer to observe. The girl, her delicate features flushed from the sun, seemed to be arguing with an older woman – presumably her mother or guardian. Their voices rose in pitch, and I strained to catch their words above the din of the waves.

It was then that the girl, desperation etched on her face, turned to me and asked for help. Her eyes, wide and pleading, seemed to reach out and grab hold of my heart. Before I could even process what she was saying, she blurted out that she needed to pee, and there were no toilets nearby. I glanced around, noticing the long line at the single portable toilet, and felt a strange mixture of sympathy and discomfort wash over me.

“Well,” I said hesitantly, “if you really need to, I could… you know, maybe help you find a place.” Her face lit up, and she nodded gratefully before leading me away from the crowd, her small hand clasped tightly in mine. As we walked, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach. Was I doing the right thing? What would people think? I tried to push these thoughts aside, focusing instead on the task at hand.

We rounded a large rock formation, and I spotted a secluded spot tucked away between the dunes. It seemed private enough, and I could see that she was visibly relieved as we approached. She let go of my hand and began to untie the drawstring of her swimsuit, revealing her delicate, smooth skin. As she lowered herself down, her pussy coming into full view, I couldn’t help but stare, my heart racing. I’d never seen anything quite like it before.

“Um, sir?” she said, her voice quiet and uncertain. “Do you think you could maybe… check if there’s any sand in there when I’m done?” My eyes snapped back to hers, and I felt a strange flush creep up my neck. “I-I mean, just to make sure I don’t get it everywhere or anything.” I swallowed hard, trying to compose myself. “Y-yeah,” I stammered. “Of course, I’ll make sure it’s clean.”

As she began to urinate, I found myself transfixed by the sight. It was both fascinating and terribly intimate at the same time. I couldn’t help but wonder what it must feel like to have such a powerful, primal need to release oneself in such a way. And then, as if reading my mind, she turned to me and said, “Do you ever… you know, ever have to go like this?” Her voice was shy and hesitant, and for a moment, I forgot about the awkwardness of our situation.

I glanced away, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal course through my veins. “Uh, well,” I began, clearing my throat. “Not really. I mean, not like this, anyway.” She let out a small giggle, and it was then that I realized how close she was to me. Her body was warm and soft, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it might feel like to run my hands over her smooth, youthful skin.

As she finished urinating, she turned back to me, her face flushed from embarrassment and exertion. “Well, thank you so much,” she said, a hint of tears in her voice. “You’ve been really nice.” Before I could respond, she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine, a soft, tentative kiss. It was brief, and innocent, but it sent a wave of desire coursing through my veins. I wanted more. I wanted to explore her mouth, her body. But I knew that I had to stop. This wasn’t right.

“You’re welcome,” I managed to say, my voice cracking. “And listen, about finding you a place to stay… I can’t make any promises, but I’ll see what I can do.” She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I appreciate it.”

With that, she began to dress, slipping her swimsuit back on and tying the drawstring tightly around her waist. I fought to regain my composure, to push aside the powerful urges that threatened to overwhelm me. As she turned to go, I watched her retreating figure until she disappeared back into the crowd.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. I tried to focus on the other guests, to enjoy myself as I was supposed to, but my thoughts kept drifting back to her. Her innocent face, her soft lips, the way her body moved beneath the water. It was all I could see.

Later that night, as the party wound down and the last of the guests staggered off to their rooms, I found myself alone on the beach, the waves crashing against the shore. I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head, but her image was burned into my retina. I knew that I had to do something. I couldn’t just let her continue like this.

With a sigh, I stood up and began to make my way back to the resort. Tomorrow, I would find her and make her a promise. A promise that I would help her, that I wouldn’t let her down. No matter what it took.