This happened a few years ago. The weekend at Ed’s beach house had been a blast. Just me, my sister Lia, and him. I was about 25 at the time, while Ed and Lia were both only 18.The place was gorgeous—pool, beach, the works. I already knew Ed’s reputation as a player. Lia herself had fallen for his charms before, but she didn’t want anything serious; they were just friends. At the time, I was dating Ric, but he couldn’t make it.

We were coming back from the beach. Ed and I went inside first, while Lia said she was going to lie down in the hammock. It was just Ed and me in the living room; I was stretching out.

"I’m going to tell you a joke," he said. "If I can’t make you laugh, I’ll cook whatever you want for dinner. But if I do make you laugh, you owe me a proper bath to wash all this sand off."

I thought it was worth the bet. I can keep a straight face. "Go ahead," I said.

He told the joke. I won’t repeat it here, but halfway through, I was already biting my lip to keep from laughing. I lost.

"Bath time, then," he said with a smirk.

I thought he was joking. He wasn’t. We went into the master bathroom. It was spacious, with a glass shower box and a huge showerhead. He stepped in first, still in his swim trunks, and I stood there in my bikini, feeling a bit awkward. When I turned to grab the soap, he stripped off his trunks.

"You crazy guy, you took them off?"

"Of course, I shower naked," he replied, acting natural.

I froze. He was at half-mast, but I could already tell he was thick with a large head. I looked away quickly, but my body had already noticed. I felt a rush of heat. I grabbed the soap and started with his back—broad shoulders, smooth skin. I lathered him up slowly, trying to hide how turned on I was getting. He turned around.

"There’s sand here too, you know," he said, showing me his cock.

I was a bit embarrassed but dying to touch him. I soaped up my hand again and started stroking him slowly. He got rock hard in my hand. I felt every inch thickening, the skin stretching tight. I didn’t pull away. I stayed there, holding him, lathering him up. I went down to his balls and back up. Ed was incredibly hard. I kept stroking, feeling the girth, moving slowly.

"You’re covered in sand too," he said. "Want some help getting it off?"

I didn't answer. He didn't wait. He moved in, sliding his hand over my stomach—I was already a goner. He started lathering my arms, my neck, my shoulders. Every movement was slow and firm. When he reached my breasts, he ran his fingers over my bikini top, adjusted it, and deftly untied the knot at my back. The top fell away. He didn’t even ask; he just kept going. His hands soaped my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples, which were already hard. My legs felt like jelly. He grabbed my waist, pressed me against the shower wall, and moved lower. He caught the edge of my bikini bottoms and lowered them carefully.

I was completely naked. He was soaping my stomach, my thighs, and between them. I couldn’t believe this guy had actually managed to seduce me. His fingers slipped down, finding my pussy, rubbing over the landing strip, then the slit. I was soaking wet. He pressed his body against mine. His cock brushed my thigh—hard and hot. He kissed me—a deep, delicious tongue kiss—with the water pouring over us. While we kissed, his hand went down again, found my ass, and started massaging it slowly while I held onto his cock.

He knelt in front of me. He spread my legs with his hands, pulled my hips forward, and put his mouth on my pussy. I had never been eaten out like that. His tongue went in and out, circled my clit, sucked, and applied pressure. I leaned against the wall, my legs trembling. He didn’t stop. The orgasm came fast and hard. My hand gripped his hair, my whole body contracted, and I came in his mouth, moaning loudly. He looked up and smiled.

"Enjoy that?"

I didn't even answer. I knelt in front of him, took his cock in both hands, and put it in my mouth. I sucked him hungrily, feeling how hard and thick he was. I sucked the head, went down to his balls, sucked one then the other. I moved back up, licking his shaft. He was moaning softly, his hand in my hair, guiding me.

"Stand up," he said.

I got up. He turned me around, pressed my hands against the wall, and spread my legs with his knee. I felt the head of his cock press against the entrance of my pussy.

"Go," I pleaded, shameless.

He entered me. Very slowly at first, all the way in. I arched my back, sticking my ass out, and he started fucking me. His rhythm was perfect—strong, steady, his hand firm on my hip, pinning me. Every thrust forced a moan out of me. I was weak, completely surrendered, moaning. He was pounding me so good. I felt his girth filling me up. I came hard, squeezing him inside me. He kept going for a few more seconds until his body went rigid, and I felt him pulsing, squirting, filling me up.

We stayed there for a moment, him holding me while still inside, both of us breathless, the shower water hitting our backs. He pulled out slowly. I turned around, water streaming down my body, his cum dripping down my thighs.

"Bath's done."

I laughed, still dizzy.