It was good to be off work and headed down to the beach.

My summer job, after my Sophomore year of college, was working at the biggest and most expensive hotel in Laguna Beach, the Surf & Sand. I had two jobs really, one as a beach boy gopher, meeting the towel, chair, umbrella and other as sundry needs of the rich, privileged, and sometimes famous. The other half of the job was in the poolside café, making sandwiches and snacks for same said crowd. Today I had been making sandwiches and had gotten off mid-afternoon, with plenty of time to make it down to the beach and enjoy myself.

I drove to the south end of town to a less crowded more local beach, 7th Street. It was maybe 4pm, and the sparsely populated beach was thinning of whatever crowd it had once had. It appeared virtually empty from the top of the stairs, with the occasional beach goer spread out along its half mile length. I didn’t see any of my friends, either parked up above or in the sand below. It looked like I was going to have a solo body surfing session and that was okay with me.

I wanted to get the kitchen grime off of me and the water looked clear and cool, it’s usual stunning aqua marine blue color with churning bright white foam. There was a small swell, big enough, and I couldn’t wait to get in the water.

When I got to the bottom of the long winding wooden stairwell, I saw that the beach wasn’t quite empty. Just to the right of the stairs is a little cove. Called The Oven, because it’s protected and mostly private on three sides. It doesn’t get the sea breeze and is always hotter than the main portion of the beach. The girls like to use it as a tanning booth.

I could see three sets of very browned legs sticking out, so I took a quick peek. It was Cinny, and her two friends, Leslie and Marianne McReedy. All three are cute beach girls and they were lying face down on their towels. The McReedy sisters were wearing bikinis and their tops were unclasped exposing their bare backs. Cinny was wearing a one-piece and had it rolled down to her narrow hips. None of them saw me. They might have been asleep?

From the top of the stairs, the surf looked better at the next beach down, 8th Street, and I didn’t mind the walk. So, I left the three lovelies in peace and went for a nice cleansing body surfing session by myself. I was gone maybe forty-five minutes and now it was definitely getting to the end of the day. The shadows were getting long as I got back to the stairs, planning on going home.

I could see there was now only one set of shapely legs sticking out of The Oven. I glanced around the corner and it was Cinny, alone. She was no longer laying face down on her towel. She was sitting up with her one piece still rolled down. She saw me immediately and we locked eyes.

My throat immediately went dry and I tried to recover by awkwardly asking, “Where are your friends?”

Cinny, never at a loss for a snappy retort replied, “They obviously went home, where are yours?”

“I’m here alone,” I said flatly, “just went body surfing.”

She said, “Well do you want to dry off in The Oven? I was just about to leave.”

“Uh sure.” I said, and walked around the corner into the hot zone.

Cinny made no effort to pull her peach colored suit back up or take any steps to leave. So, I tentatively sat in the sand close to her, but not too close. I was clearly nervous, being this close to the gorgeous topless young lady that I had had a boyhood crush on since high school. I was hoping she thought the little shiver I had was from either the cool water or the late afternoon drop in temperature.

I knew Cinny had just graduated high school a week ago and trying not to appear like a total deer in the headlights, I asked her, “So now that you’ve graduated from high school, what are your big plans? Going to college? Compete in the big time?” Cinny was an outstanding high school long distance runner, and her body reflected all the hours of training and discipline. She was lean, fit and looked delicious. Just my type as I was starting to find out early in life.

Unexpectedly, she said, “Nah, a girlfriend and I are going to Hawaii for a couple of months and we’ll see what happens.”

Shocked, I said, “Really, that’s a surprise.”

“Yeah, I’m through with school and running for now.” She said and flipped her hair dismissively.

Then we were both kind of went quiet. Looking away, looking back at each other, lost in thought and what to say next. It was hard for me to concentrate on conversation. Her developing breasts were already round and filling in. She had large pink areolas that contrasted with her dark summer tan. Her nipples seemed large too, in proportion to her lithe size. And it seemed to me the nipples were hardening and becoming even more erect as we sat in uncomfortable silence together.

I wondered if she could tell I had a huge hard-on that I was trying to conceal within my swim trunks? I didn’t have to wonder long. She broke the silence by blurting out, “Listen spaz, are you going to sit there like a fag or are you going to kiss me?”

She’s always had such a sensitive way with words. We had a push me--pull me relationship. I could never tell if she was moving towards me or away. In the two years I’d been away at college her smart mouth hadn’t changed, but I was appreciative of her maturing young woman body and new-found directness.

I was racking my brain trying to figure out how old she was. I was two years ahead of her in school. She could be seventeen or eighteen? I quickly decided, I didn’t give a shit. I was going all in.

I leaned forward and kissed her soft lips. Her mouth was wet, warm, eager and she was more than willing to accept my probing tongue. Her tongue was probing back. Things were getting extra hot in The Oven.

Pretty soon my hands found her firm breasts and alert nipples. Unfortunately, my hands had a little sand on them and I tried to wipe the sand off her boobs. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, “The texture feels good.”

The wet sloppy kissing was continuing nicely, along with the slightly sandy groping. Gently she gripped my wrist and pushed my hand down toward her rolled up suit. My hand slid across her smooth flat belly and down to her pubic region, which was lightly coated with soft hair. The skin underneath was soft and damp. My probing fingers found their way into her wet warmth and she began pushing back against my hand. She had her arms around my neck and was writhing against my hand, breathing hard, gasping. “I want you to fuck me,” she breathily declared.

“Here on the towel?” I asked.

“Yes, right now, do it.” She directed.

I was eager to comply, but we hit a moment of indecision. Really my indecision. I had my trunks down to my knees, but she wasn’t making any effort to remove her suit. I reached to pull it down, but she confusingly said, “No.” Followed by, “Just move it to the side, and fuck me with it on.”

So that’s what I did. With one hand I exposed her pussy and with the other, I positioned my hard cock to enter her.” It slid right in, with a little gasp from her.

We were lying on top of each other, face to face, and as excited as I was, I didn’t want it to go too quickly. So, I just lay there on top of her, inside of her, not moving. She quit moving as well. With our faces just inches apart, we stared into each other’s eyes and suddenly bare and vulnerable souls. The tough cookie, smart ass girl was gone. Instead there was an open woman, breathing through her mouth and looking just a little bit insecure, maybe even afraid.

I took this as a signal to go slow and gently, which I did. She did too. The kisses got softer, as did everything else. I could feel tension release from her body. Not everything went soft, my stiff cock was twitching with desire. She must have felt the movement between us, because I could feel her pussy grip my cock and she started a slow rhythmic grind. Like a train coming out of a station from a dead stop, first excruciatingly slowly, then a little faster, and a little faster still, until we broke free.

She had a little shake, then a bigger shake, followed by a muffled moan and erratic convulsion.

That was it for me, I exploded inside her, with a not so muffled moan.

There was a sea of sweat, saltwater, sand, and bodily fluids between us and I collapsed on top of her. We both disappeared into the moment… and then remembered we were on a public beach. Maybe getting decent sooner rather than later would be a good idea?

I peeled off of her. Retied my trucks and asked her if she wanted to take a swim and wash off? She said no, she liked the sand, sweat and cum mixture between her legs. “You don’t mind if I take a dip, do you?” I asked.

“No, you go ahead.” she said. So, I walked out of The Oven, down to the water and dove in. It felt great, I felt great. Cinny was amazing and she had shared her body with me. It was heady and I was a little giddy. I frolicked in the surf a bit, but not too long.

Thinking Cinny was waiting, I got out and started walking back to The Oven. Surprised, I saw her nearly at the top of the stairs. She must have sensed me stop to look up at her, because she turned and waved to me. Feeling confused once again, I reflexively waved back. She smiled, turned back to the stairs, finished walking to the top of the steps and was gone.

I didn’t see her the rest of the summer. I guess she did go to Hawaii? I always wondered about that and if I would see or hear from her again. Either way, it is a sweet memory that returns to me time and time again.