Ethan and Chanel 26 - Sex Stories

Ethan and Chanel 26

... hands. The brunette is Tawni, the blonde is Megan, shorty is Amanda and green board shorts is Ryan. “This is Ethan,” Chanel says introducing me and Ryan’s eyes finally leave her. “Nice to meet you,” he says, smiling at me. I keep my expression friendly as I shake his hand, but really I’d rather deck him, simply due to his similar taste in women. “You too,” I reply. “Do you guys wanna skimboard?” Ryan asks us, and the girls squeal, saying we should join them. Already a few more people from their larger group are riding boards toward us along the shoreline. We meet a grip of people, all around our age, and there’s never a shortage of conversation. People asking us where we’re from, if we want a beer, have we tried this bar or restaurant yet or telling us about their own vacation. When Megan asks us if we’re a couple, Chanel’s eyes flash to me, smiles spreading on our faces. I don’t say anything, figuring she’d answer that however she wants, but she doesn’t talk either. Everyone who’s listening bursts into laughter when we don’t speak, making jokes about our undisclosed relationship. Eventually someone hands me a small board asking if I want to try. “I haven’t done this in years,” I warn and walk to the edge of the water. They egg me on, the owner of the board, Tommy, telling me the best way to get a good stance on it. I toss the board so it floats along the shallow water and run to jump on the hydroplaning wood. I glide along the edge of the beach, one foot in front of ...

... the other as the sun beats down on my shoulders. I get a good distance, too, before I jump off the front to avoid eating sand. I pick it up, toss the board again and ride it back. When I get back to Tommy, I find Chanel’s bright blue eyes watching me. I wink at her, and she walks towards me. “Do you want to give it a go?” Tommy asks Chanel when she approaches us. “I’d love to,” Chanel says to Tommy with her winning smile, looking far too good. He smirks and hands her the board. “Watch and learn,” she teases us before walking away, drawing our attention to her perky ass. She tosses the thin wood and runs after it before landing lightly on her feet, and she’s off. “She your girl, mate?” Tommy asks in his subtle Australian accent, our eyes trained on her retreating backside. “In one way,” I reply and he laughs with me as we watch her travel a little farther than I did. “Better get her while you can,” he says, and I start chewing the inside of my cheek. He’s not the first guy to tell me this. Back and forth we surf the inch of water lapping at the sand and hang out with our new friends as the sun climbs higher. Chanel and I each drink a couple beers and she’s constantly swarmed by people wanting to talk to her, curious about her opinions of sports and music, or why her skin is so perfect. I can’t help but admire her as I sit back and watch all these people swoon over how amazing is. She’s graceful about everyone’s compliments and witty when the occasional opening for a joke is ...