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The Beach House (Maggie and Jeffrey82)

Maggie

Maggie

Princess
Joined
Nov 10, 2014
Location
The Coast
The shower felt amazing after a full day on the beach. They had gone out really early, her sister and her parents friend's kids like waking up with the sun and full of excitement. She had tried to act mature and have breakfast with her parents, being fifteen and all, but Kama had been just as ready to get sand and sunshine, so by nine she was herding the three kids out of the house to the shoreline. By the afternoon Kama was worn out, playing in the surf with three little Energizer bunnies and laying in the sun in her little bikini. By now all the rents were out, chilling in chairs under umbrellas, drinking beers and wine and having fun. The girl felt a little left out, but since they were there at least she wasn't stuck babysitting anymore.

She had gone in first. They were all going out to dinner later, and she figured she would get a head start on the getting ready. And it felt amazing, the hot water from the dual shower heads, washing off sunblock and salt and sunscreen. A red headed girl she had to use a lot of that, would burn easy, and even with SPF 40 all day there was already a distinct line where her bikini covered and where it didn't. And that's where her hands ended up as she showered.

Kama didn't mean to do that. But it felt so good, and it wasn't the first time. She had been washing and touched her small breasts, playing with her nipples a little, and then got more serious. Everyone was still on the beach after all, and she had some time alone. Time to make herself feel good, and her other hand massaged her soapy body, between her firm thighs, then not massaging anymore, touching. Touching earnestly, one foot up on the edge of the tub as she leaned back against the wall. Letting the water run down her body while she pinched and pulled and slid her fingers in and out, eyes closed and gyrating her hips against her fingers, panting and moaning softly until she felt that most wonderful tingly explosion.

Then she finished washing, dried off, and started doing her makeup, the little bit her mom let her wear with her towel wrapped around her. And closed the door until it clicked. Kama thought she had already done that, blushed a little knowing that the door had been cracked while she played with herself. But it was no big deal, everyone else had been down on the beach.
 
Her mom and dad kinda didn't like how she dressed, but it was like how all the girls did it, and here at the beach she could push those boundaries a little more. Not to mention it was hot here, and humid. The light breezes blowing off the water helped somewhat, kept everyone from being a sweaty mess, but the more clothes the worse it was. Heck even her mom was wearing a tank and little shorts.

Not as short as the ones Kama had on though. Little dark blue work out shorts that were pretty much hidden by her oversized tank top. Just a pair of legs poking out of the shirt that was more like a dress. She hadn't bothered with a bra either, the bikini top all day with the sand had chafed a little, and she was perky and petite at just around five feet, and didn't need it. Not that she thought of that. Gymnastics and dance had her used to having her legs and shoulders exposed, and it was only the last few months or so that she realized people might be looking. And by people she meant guys. Guys her age, the college guys here to party. Even guys her dad's age, like her mom's friend Jeff. The teenager had pretended she didn't know, but she'd seen him looking when she was in her bikini, glancing at him glancing at her out of the corners of eyes. Perv! But also.... Like he was here with his wife and she still managed to catch his attention. Which was kinda interesting.

Not that she was thinking about that at dinner. There was just sooo much activity. Three other kids, four adults, a packed restaurant. It was full high season at the beach and it was like EVERYONE went out at the same time. Because there was 8 of them they had to put their name on the list, and naturally all the adults got big fruity cocktails. Wanting to fit in Kama got a virgin daiquiri, and did her best to herd her little sister and the other kids around, trying to foist them off on the parents so she could like pretend to be an adult too. Which was how she ended up standing next to her daddy while he and Jeff talked about sports and cars and so much other boring stuff.
 
"Not yet, but I have my learner's permit," Kama chattered excitedly when the older man started talking to her. "Daddy actually let me drive here!" She grabbed her father's hand and squeezed it, looking up at him with a big smile. Her parents didn't really drink a lot, but they had definitely been in vacation mode since getting to the beach, and had her drive their big Tundra the mile down the strip to the restaurant. It had been exhilarating and scary at the same time, even going like 5 mph. All the traffic and the size of the vehicle had made it tricky, and Kama felt very accomplished! The hostess showing up cut off the conversation though.

It felt so great inside, once they got to their table. Even skimpy dressing hadn't stopped the girl from sweating a little, and her big tank top was clingy. So not only was she showing off a lot of skin - shoulders and even some of her sides under her arms - Kama's slim shape was outlined. The cool air and the fans inside had her break out in goosebumps, and after she sat down and picked up the menu, she realized she was also pokey in front, two little bumps on her chest in the pink fabric of her top.

She was sitting on the end, next to her mom and across from Jeff, and glanced over the top of the menu seeing if anyone noticed her...condition. Seemingly everyone was looking at their own stuff or tending to the children, and she brushed her reddish blonde hair behind her ears and went back to picking out something.
 
She shot an embarrassed look up at her dad, and kinda wished it was her mom sitting there. Like he was the strict one at home, making sure she wasn't on the phone too late and monitoring her Facebook and stuff. Her mom was okay with her dating though, had even dropped her off at the bowling alley and movies to meet one boy that they both approved of.

Thankfully her dad was lost in conversation with Lena and her mom, and all three of them were getting the kids settled with Crayons and whatever, which Kama was clearly too old for! "Yeah, maybe," she said shyly, feeling very grown up and kinda not at the same time.

Shifting in her seat a little her foot hit a bump. She thought it was just the table at first and gave it a little tap. She was wearing white gladiator sandals with little tassels, and realized whatever she just tapped was actually a shoe when her toe brushed against it. Oh crap! That must be Jeff she realized. "Sorry about that!"
 
She shifted again and looked hurriedly at her dad, thankful he was busy with her sister, and gave Jeff a wide eyed look, as if imploring him to be quiet. He was gonna get her in trouble, and to emphasize it she tilted her head to the man next to her, her father.

The appetizers showed up, and her parents ordered another round. She was definitely going to get to drive again! But she was also gonna have to put her sister to bed if they kept this up! "I guess you're the driver?" she asked Jeff, because it looked like his wife was gonna get another drink too. Kama felt like very adult and mature all of a sudden, like here they were sitting on the end of the table being responsible designated drivers and stuff.
 
The young strawberry blonde couldn't help but giggle at the remark, pushing her hair behind her ears again, then unwrapping a sports band from her wrist and pulling it over her head to keep it from falling in her face again. She joked with Jeff while she moved, hands over her head making her perky chest go even more on display. "Yeah I figured I'd just wait until we got home, and let them have a turn," she laughed. Arms back down she nudged her dad, "Right daddy?"

He had been preoccupied and turned back to her, "Yeah sure thing hon," he told his older daughter, not catching the joke, and she just giggled as he turned back to his sister and her mom.

Under the table Kama shifted her foot again. This time she turned it in, and traced Jeff's shoe, then his sock. Letting the bright orange painted toenail find his calf, then letting the tips of all her toes brush up and down once, feeling his hair tickle and the firmness of his shin and calf muscle.
 
She giggled at his expression, liking the sensation that she could make him give her a stop before someone sees look. Kama didn't think her parents would let her drink, but maybe she could sweet talk her dad into letting Jeff make her just one? She was on vacation too, and old enough to like drive them around, so it wouldn't hurt to ask.

As impulsively as the foot thing she turned to her father, "Daddy can I try that?" she asked and tapped the straw of his margarita towards her. "Just a sip?" Her voice was syrup, he was stern sometimes, but she was the princess of a daughter sometimes too, and he looked at her, looked around, and smiled.

"Just a sip."

Score! That was like totally opening the door as far as she was concerned, and her mother must have noticed it too, because she caught her look, at both her and her dad. The look that was like, "Great now how do we tell her no! And the look that was like you better not abuse this privilege young lady. Which she wouldn't because it was way more sour than she expected! "Eww, how do you drink that daddy?" she asked and gave him a giggling nudge. He laughed along with her and turned his straw back, and then her little sister got the attention again, along with the other kids. Everyone seemed to think the kids were the cutest thing ever.

Kama felt forgotten again, and just to like keep things interesting, when the waitress brought the trays of their dinner, she touched the leg of the man across from her again with her foot.
 
Whoa. Maybe she went to far. Like there was something in that look that. Like it was holding something else. And he was, after all, holding her foot, sort of. And caressing it. That was the word right? Her eyes stayed on his for just a moment, and thankfully the lighting in the restaurant and her little bit of sunburn completely disguised her blushing.

She pulled her foot away though, and looked down at her plate. Chicken fingers and fries. Not the kids version like Emmie had, but still kinda a kids meal. That was somehow embarrassing too, like she felt like they had just shared this weird moment with that touch, something very adult. Kama had fooled around with her boyfriend, and another boy or three, sort of. Like it had been very fumbling and stuff, even with the junior that had the reputation as a player. What she had just felt was a man's hand on her, even if it was just her toes. Or maybe because it was her toes.

Totally confusing.

She stopped playing around the rest of the meal, waited on her mom to say something so she could talk down the table, and across it. Like trying to join in the conversation without talking directly to Jeff, but she was out of her depth with the adult stuff, the laughing stories about whatever that were outside her experience. She recovered quick from the awkwardness though, did her princess voice with daddy again to get dessert while her parents finished their drinks. Chocolate brownie with ice cream, hot and cold at the same time, and spoon licking good.
 
She didn't realize it, but Kama was all but making out with her spoon with every bite. She was midlick, tongue extended with the spoon upright, slurping off chocolate brownie and melting vanilla ice cream when she felt Jeff's foot, and froze for a moment, white smeared at her lips and a little bit dripping from the corner of her mouth. She recovered quick though, slurping and licking her lips. Her foot didn't move, either away or rubbing, she just let Jeff's sneaker press against her insole.

"Sure," she said to his request, and slid the plate halfway across. While she waited on him to find a piece of silverware she broke off another chunk and a bit of ice cream and turned to her father. "Here daddy," she said, "You can help too!"
 
Moving everyone from the restaurant back to the big beach house seemed easy to say, but there was a lot to it. Pay the bill. People going to the bathroom. Loading kids up in cars. And the traffic that comes from being in a tourist town and staying pretty much right off the strip and actually on the beach. Once they got back all of the adults kind of pawned the kids on Kama too, like in the morning. Which wasn't that hard. The boys were pretty tired and well behaved, and her own sister was pretty much an angel all the time.

Kama had staked out the fifth bedroom for herself. It wasn't really a bedroom, it was more like a loft, but she didn't want to share a room with Emmie. After she got the other kids to bed she climbed up to her room and was a little unsure. Like it was past 10, but she didn't have a bedtime. She could hear her parents and the other couple downstairs and decided that like, maybe it wasn't that lame to hang with the rents and it might even be fun.

She still had her hair in the sportsband, but she Kama had changed clothes again. Pink boi shorts, super thin and small, with nothing underneath and an oversized long sleeve t-shirt that swallowed her up, pulled down over her hands and draping down like a dress over her legs. A very short dress, and when she flopped down on the sofa next to her dad she brought her bare feet up, legs folded to her chest and the thin strip of fabric that was the crotch of her shorts pulled up tight between her thighs.
 
The young girl stayed cuddled up with her father while she talked with Jeff. It wasn't that he was like super interesting or anything, it was just like... Well except for her dad and teachers she had never really like talked with a man. Somehow she ended up with a glass of wine too, her mom letting her join in because the other two women were having some, and she sipped it slowly. Way better than sip of her dad's drink! He had switched to beer, letting his daughter babble on with Jeff with his arm around her slim shoulders while he watched tv.

The more relaxed she got the more she shifted. Her shorts kept riding up, and she barely noticed. After all she had been in a bikini most of the day so it wasn't like skin that hadn't already been seen. At least for her thighs and sunburnt butt cheeks. But the rest of her shorts rode up too, in front, and by the time she was drinking the wine her parts were outlined, and a few dark blonde red hairs were peeking out of the legbands.
 
With Lena and Jeffrey heading to bed the remaining family wasn't far behind. Kama brushed her teeth and washed her face, letting her hair back down, then climbed up to the loft to lay down and play on her phone. It was right over the other couple's bedroom. Kama was a deep sleeper though, and their late arrival hadn't bothered her at all. Right now she was awake though, and could totally hear them getting ready for bed. Toothbrushes and talking, not able to make out words just voices. Closet door opening and closing. A little thump from the headboard as one of them got on the bed a little too fast.

She wasn't trying to eavesdrop or anything, it was just a weird spot in the house.
 
She was topless as she posted dinner pics on Instagram and Snapchat. Kama mostly slept topless, especially when it was sticky hot like here at the beach. She didn't even cover herself with a sheet, he boon to having her own room. Laying there with just the lightest sheen of sweat on her taut, young skin, she listened to the noises from the room below. The giggles and movement and low voices. Not that she meant to! But it was like impossible not to hear. The headboard against the wall noise again, and she wondered - like OMG - are they doing it?

Her phone went to the covers, and she rolled over onto her flat tummy, scooching so her head was off the side of the bed. Okay so like now she was listening, and blushed to herself. She had heard sex before, her parents (gross!) and a few of her friends. And that's what she listened for now, the moans and groans, the sound of flesh. Her thighs parted as she kept her ear hovering, one hand working under her torso, arm pinned to the bed but hand free to rub at that thin strip of fabric.

They weren't though. She heard one of them get up, heavy footsteps, it must be Jeff. Oh well, and she was actually kinda relieved. Like was she really going to like, touch herself? To the sounds of her mom's friends doing it? Nope, apparently not. But she was already touching, and it felt good. Her breath came out as a little whine as she slipped her fingertips inside the leg of her shorts, and found her slit.

Wait, not yet! She needed to pee so she stopped, found her shirt, and slid out of bed. Back down the stairs and into the hallway. The house was soooo quiet, and she didn't want to wake anyone up. Tip toes, down the hallway to the bathroom she was sharing with the other children. She pushed the door mostly closed, but trying to be all stealthy didn't click it. Shorts around knees she sat down to pee in the dark.
 
She bumped right into him in the dark, totally not expecting anyone to be in the hallway. Half losing her balance she steadied herself by just reaching out with both hands, one palm flattening on his stomach and the other hooking into his shorts at his hip. "Oh gosh! Sorry," she whispered urgently. Kama didn't really try to puzzle why he was there, not at first, and withdrew her hands.

But wait, didn't their bedroom have their own bathroom? Why was Jeff going to this one? Maybe his wife was sick, Lena had been drinking a lot after all. The idea that he might be spying on her didn't really pass her mind.

Sidestepping and holding her arms up over her head she stretched, even rising up on her toes for a moment. "Sorry again, I guess I better get back to bed."
 
She was so shocked and embarrassed that it didn't occur to her so much he had been spying on her earlier, just that he had seen! And like when she had been in the shower she had been really into what she was doing. Like into and into; at one point she wasn't so much moving her hand as working her hips and rubbing herself on and on to her little fingers.

Swear sprang up around her hairline as she blushed in the dark, frozen in place in the hallway.

Slowly, like slow motion slowly, her head shook. "I- I wasn't d-doing that," she sputtered in an ashamed whisper. They both clearly knew what that was, she had been totally busted! That minutes before she had been laying in bed about to do that, listening for the man that was confronting her now just added to her hidden shame.
 
She was totally transfixed, shocked that he would like keep talking about that. Like he had caught her and now he was trying to embarrass her or something. Or maybe he wasn't, he was son after of fact about it, maybe it was just her that was emberassed. He kept on talking, and like ew gross and OMG. Yet he also made it sound so like normal.

And then of course she felt like this weird flattery or something, though Kama didn't know the word for it. That Jeff somehow thought she was more attractive than his wife even! That she was going to make him do that, and for a moment she pictured it in her mind, not using the words so much as transposing her limited experiences with what it must look like on him. And he was definitely flirting with her, and she wondered, feeling a little weird about it, if that made him want to do that even more.

Kama twisted her head quickly after he winked, red hair bouncing on her shoulders, suddenly terrified that her parents might be up, might see her and a shirtless Jeff talking like this. "Shh," she whispered with an abashed and nervous giggle. "Someone might hear us."
 
The young redhead was very conscious of their size difference. Of their age difference. This wasn't just being flirty in the restaurant. He wanted to go back upstairs with her. To the loft on top of the room where his wife was passed out. His wife that had kids that were closer to her age than she was to theirs. The hand, the voice, like was it an offer? Kama felt very carried away, his chest right there, his hand OMG. She cast another furitive glance over her shoulder. Show in the restaurant? What did he even mean?

Her heart pounded as she thought of what he must have seen earlier that afternoon. The house felt several degrees hotter, the beads of sweat popping up on her forehead doing nothing to feel cool on her burning face.

Kama nodded, a slight movement. Curiosity. Being caught up. Male attention and approval Something. Something she didn't understand or could put a finger on, and then she half turned at his touch, forwards the narrow stairwell that lead up to her loft.
 
She nodded more at his insistence they be quiet. Well like duh! Like if her parents came out or up there OMG worst thing ever. And what if his wife woke up? Kama had tip toed down the stairs to go pee, and now she was tip toeing back up.

Jeff seemed not quiet as afraid as she was though. They had started up with her in front, his hand on her side rubbing through her shirt, but somehow he ended up in front of her, with her small hand in his manly one, urging her along. And the teenaged girl was totally okay with it. It just made more sense because of...well it just did!

Her loft was lit by a small lamp, almost more a nightlight, casting a soft, warm orange glow to the room. "It's right there," she whispered as they came through the door, and she closed it softly, jumping a bit as it clicked. The bed was a full size, but made messily; she had been in a hurry to get to the beach that morning. One pillow was out, on the edge of the left side, where she had layed on her tummy earlier, straining to hear this very guy like.... Kama chewed on her lip and rubbed her fingers against her thumbs nervously. There was no way he would know that's why the bed was disheveled, but she did, though the dim light hid her blushing anew.

She looked at him, like really looked at him, topless and barefoot and as old as her parents, standing in her tiny room by her bed. And she saw it too, couldn't miss it, that lump in those shorts. One halting step, then another - the room was small - and so was her hand. The right one, fingers for some reason moving on their own to just barely touch the fabric.
 
The kiss was different than the boys she'd kissed before. Like sophisticated and practiced, not the wet mouthed urgency of boys her age. Kama closed her eyes and her hand tightened on the bulge in the fabric, on the pointy end of what was beneath. As she felt his hands go under her shirt, warm on her skin, she felt a lurch against her fingers. She yanked her hand away and opened her eyes, his hands still on her flesh. A halting step stumble forward.

His eyes were like totally in hers as he asked and she sorta nodded and mumbled, "N-no," because she hadn't, not really. Like she had started to and all, but had stopped. The thought made her very conscious of the feeling down there, it had only been a few moments before really, after all, her fingers had been working at the cloth between her thighs, teasing.

Jeff moved his hand, patting the bed, and her eyes fixed on it, then the tent in his loose shorts. Again she pictured what was underneath. The time in the movie theater she hadn't really looked at what her hand was doing, and that time at the party had been so dark. She kinda knew but at the same time it was a mystery, not to mention both of those boys had been otherwise fully dressed!

Feeling almost like she was watching someone else Kama sat down. Feeling silly she realized she'd sat right on the pillow and pulled it out from underneath her narrow bottom, leaning it back against the rest. "Y-you want to watch?" she asked haltingly, not sure but completely sure what he meant at the same time.
 
The girl mouthed what he said, make yourself cum while I watch. It was SOOO dirty, so pervy what he was doing. Her knees felt like they were going to knock together while his hand rubbed her athletic, tanned thigh, but when she looked down she saw she was frozen in place. And how did he know? How did he have any idea that sometimes she flipped over and reached under herself? Gulping and licking dry lips, breathing open mouthed, she flinched a little as the older man stood up and pulled the overstuffed, armless chair from the corner to watch her.

Then her eyes went to his hand again, or more appropriately, his shorts. He was definitely hard, she could totes make out the shape. And he was touching it, wrapping his fingers around it through the fabric and pulling on it. Kama took a deep breath and looked at his face again.

And then she slid forward a little, parting her legs, setting her heels up on the covers. Just pretend he is not here she told herself mentally, and maybe whispered, closing her eyes. The shirt hung low, covering her shorts, and she grabbed the hem to pull it up, out of the way. The thin strip of fabric that was the crotch had really ridden up, and she let her fingers trail on either side. So yeah weird, but there was something creepily exciting how Jeff thought she was more attractive than his wife, and def def def creepy he was admitting to stuff thinking about her. But there was something about it, and without thinking she pushed her shorts to the side the best she could and rubbed more.
 
It wasn't long before she had a finger inside, then used the wetness to rub between her fuzzy sides. Kama had trimmed and shaved some for the bikini, but there was still a darkish red frame of hair around her young, most feminine feature. A second finger squeezed in the next time she went into herself, the squishing sound audible as she pushed them in an out, opening and making things more slippery.

She froze as he kept talking, because she opened her eyes and saw it, in his hand. What she had already been picturing but now it was real. Kama stared at Jeff, mouth agape, watching him slowly stroke himself in the chair while she had two fingers buried to her hand up her....

This was happening, and slowly, fingers shiny in the lamp light, she withdrew her fingers. Only for a moment though, going back in through the top of her loose workout shorts. The angle was better, and she pushed her heels into the bed, started rocking. Left hand now, adding a finger then two against the others, switching them out. Right hand to rub and left hand to hold inside while she lifted her hips, making love to her hands.
 
She was so into it that Kama hadn't realized the older man had pulled closer until he spoke. Her eyes half opened, lazily, as she panted open mouthed while he encouraged her. The young girl with a little sister and a mom that was always home had learned to do this quietly, and where some girls might have moaned or squealed she held her breath, and gasped.

Her strong thighs closed around her hands and she kept going in the pressure. Hips and bottom off the bed, twisting to one side, towards Jeff without realizing it, while her muscles quivered and she dug her forehead into the pillows. Watched or not she had found the perfect amazing awesome feeling like before, and she slowed down but didn't stop, jamming her fingers inside and twisting them to try and make it last and last and last....
 
She was a quivering mess, panting and breathing hard as she slipped her fingers out of her shorts and out of habit wiped them against her thigh. Sitting up slowly, still on her side and propped on her elbow, Kama gave an open mouthed stare at Jeff and his hard...thing. Even in her mind the girl couldn't quite put the bad word with it.

"You want me to what...?" she mumbled, half a whisper, eyes wide and fixated as she nervously pulled her hair over one shoulder. OMG, she realized, still lips parted and braces showing, she had really just done that for him. Now she was gonna...and she was.

Kama slid off the bed. He was out of reach and it just made sense. Slid off the bed and onto her knees on the rug, very conscious of the plywood floor beneath. Very conscious of everything in the small upstairs room, especially the throbbing and bobbing fleshy thing in front of her. Of course she had touched one before, but that had been in the dark, beside her. This was sooo different. Tentative reaching, hesitation, then reaching more, until the fingers of her right hand were slowly wrapping the best they could but not quite around it with a gentle squeeze.
 
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