Maui mutual masturbation

During the 1971 Christmas break when I was 15, my family went to Hawaii for the holidays. We spent two or three days in Honolulu and then went to Maui for the rest of the two-week stay, staying at a rental apartment in Kihei across the road from a beach. Maybe the second day there, I ran into a girl from my school in greater Vancouver at the nearby general store. Michelle was 16 and a grade ahead of me, and we knew each other a bit from a few common classes and from the occasional meeting at parties. She was very slim and so quiet that a lot of people thought she was stuck up. Her dad was a PE/social studies teacher who worked at a different school district than the one our school was in and her family was staying in the same apartment complex as mine. We exchanged greetings and then she left with a group of Canadian high school girls she was apparently hanging out with.

About a week later, she came into the rental shop at the complex where I was renting a bicycle. She asked if she could ride with me and I said sure, but didn’t she want to stay with her friends. She said no because her “idiot”  mid-40s dad had been pulling “muscle man” poses on the beach the previous day and looked pretty preposterous. The group of girls was laughing at him when, to Michelle’s horror, he walked right up to her and made it clear with his questions that he was related to her. In the arcane way of teenage girls, her humiliation meant she couldn’t possibly hang with that group anymore. Not that I was complaining - Michelle was very cute and my cockbrain was already fantasizing about what we could perhaps do.

We would ride down the highway, which in those days soon became a dirt road that passed a number of rundown-looking houses. It was a bit creepy and we’d usually quickly turn around and go to a beach that was far enough down the road to ensure that it was mostly abandoned. There we’d spread out big towels and usually read for a few hours before we returned to the apartment complex. About the third day of this, Michelle took her bike to a decent-sized rock outcropping a bit away from where we’d usually stopped and I followed. She told me that she didn’t feel like reading that day and wanted to talk with me. After a few inanities, she flat-out asked me if I liked to jerk off. At the time I was already a jack-off junkie, but coolly told her I liked being masturbated by girls the best (I’d had this treat exactly once in my life to that point…).

Michelle said she wanted us to “do it” in front of each other and that she liked the bulge in my cutoffs. At that we both groped our own meat and started to slowly squeeze. There was a nice pubic bulge in her bottoms and the nipples on Michelle’s sweet little titties got rock-hard; I was in heaven. Then she slid her hand into her skimpy bikini bottoms and began to stroke herself. I dropped my cutoffs to my ankles and slowly jacked my throbbing cock. I’d already learned about edging and patiently kept myself from cumming. Michelle told me she liked the thickness and curve of my cock and looked fixedly at it. My pre-cum started flowing and she asked me what it was. I told her and she came hard, frantically humping against her hand but managing not to cry out in orgasm.

“Your turn,” she said and I slightly increased my stroke rate as the pre-cum deliciously lubed my shaft. “Michelle,” I moaned, “please show me your pussy.” I didn’t really think she would, but she pulled her bottoms to the side and gave me a good scope on her pretty full bush and perfect pink cuntlips. She kept it pulled to the side as I jacked even faster and I soon blew a huge load, shooting five or six thick ropes of cum on the rock Michelle was leaning against. We recovered a bit, went for a swim in the ocean, and returned to the apartments.

Michelle and I never again did anything sexual (she graduated from high school 18 months later), but we’d smile at each other when we met at parties. I jacked off to this memory many times and that was plenty for me!