Pensively staring at the water rushing past the bow, perky teen breasts peaking with an anticipation of an "it could happen" I stood there contemplating my future. From the corner of my eye, I caught the handsome sailor watching me and flushed with an inner heat. Oh yes, I knew what that look meant, and making up my mind, I boldly returned his gaze and then I allowed a small, coy smile to play across my recently enhanced lips. There was no doubt in my mind...he found me attractive. His toothy grin had a boyish appeal and I let my eyes travel the course of his body while he stripped me with his eyes.

Sinewy and tanned he was. A lean, hard body created and primed by physical labor.  Oh, to feel a man's arms around me.  To finally know what it felt like to be woman fulfilled.  To finally know what it felt like to be filled with a man! Standing there against the rail, staring at the sailor, my mind fantasized his rough, strong hands on me, touching my smooth, satiny skin; stroking me intimately, carrying me towards heaven.  A sound snapped me back from my daydream.

The cute sailor was looking at me again.  An all too-familiar surge of female desire that I had always ignored rushed into the undefiled arena of pleasure between my shapely buns.  Very deliberately, I turned my back to him, leaned over the rail, displaying my offering.

When the boat slowed and we dropped anchor near the rocks and caves at the base of the sheer cliff making up this section of the coast, where we were to snorkel, I stripped to an electric blue bikini as the young sailor passed out our gear with instructions.  He told everyone where they were allowed to swim and where to view the best sights.  I saw to it I was the last one to receive my gear.  He looked at me and said, "Ma'am, I would love to give you a personal tour of the best snorkeling spots."  A fire danced in his eyes and even knowing what was to happen... well, I almost too eagerly agreed.

Pointing to a spot beyond a bunch of rocks, completely taking charge, he said, "Swim to there and you will find a cave.  Wait for me there."

Finding the cave easily as the warm Caribbean water caressed my skin, I, like a minx, swam expertly toward my destiny.  When inside the cave, I stood alone in the green light on a pebble-strewn beach and stared at my shimmery image reflected by the water at my feet. I knew I was an attractive girl, a very desirable wench, I'd once been called.  Even with my hair all damp and windblown, I knew I was delicious "eye-candy" and now a tasty tidbit willing to be devoured.  Streaked with autumn gold from hours in the sun my hair was one of my best features.  My huge wide blue eyes danced with life.  It was a body now fully female and one ripe for plucking.  This was due to all the hormones and years of intense daily physical workouts endured in preparation for my womanhood.

Feeling a rush of pure female animal desire, I untied my top and freed lush, full "C" cup breasts. Slowly stroking long, thick nipples, very deliberately making them erect, I prepared for my lover-to-be. Sexual heat that I'd never before experienced burned deep my groin and I felt my unusable sex slit growing wet. Untying the knots at my hips, I drew off the bikini bottom and dropped it on the pebbles beside the top.

Naked, I then reached the fold between my long feminine legs and felt the slippery desire that was building in my so nearly perfect faux vagina.  Slipping a slender finger between slim, and totally bald lips, I began to rub my "clit", the stubby remainder of my penis, making it swell with eager arousal.  A personal prelude to what was coming that I, as well as my initiator would well appreciate, I was sure.

While I slipped my finger in and out in a rhythm as old as time, silently, from the entrance of the cave, the sailor watched my head toss back and forth with pleasure as I continued to manipulate my sex, as only one well practiced in the art of self-gratification knows how.  With quiet stealth aforethought, my lover crept behind me and finally very gently kissed my shoulder.  This light touch startled me a bit, but still it somehow aroused me.  To realize I was utterly vulnerable, his for the taking and open to his whim, thrilled me somehow.  Helpless and in a display of submission, turned my face up, presenting my throat to him, my full lips open and eyes flashing with undeniable wanton need.

Slowly, I removed my hand from my soupy center, wordlessly offered it to his lips, allowing him to taste my yearning.  Quivering, I stood before this male, naked and aching with desire for a man's touch. This was no moment for speech.  Words would break the spell.  The man licked my fingers.  Gently I touched his erect manhood through his swim trunks.  Forcefully, silently begging, I rhythmically beckoned him to be inside me.

Then he stopped licking my fingers and enfolding my nude form in his large, powerful arms, began to kiss me deeply.  I could taste the spicy tang of my own juices clinging to his lips and tongue. Tongues swirling, lips pressing close, we kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Then he broke the kiss.  Still no words were passed, but our eyes spoke volumes, said things one to the other that were perfectly clear, explaining the raw primal lust of a man for a woman who wanted to experience physical completion.

With one swift motion, I turned my back and shoved the sleek, slippery crease of my snug bottom against the proffered shaft, and he wrapped his arms around me from behind and nudged my shapely legs wide.  In a moment, I lay on my tummy, the smooth pebbles of the beach cool beneath my burning skin. Turning slightly, clinging to him, kissing him while he slid his bathing suit down, I helped as I could.  Then I was groaning my lust as his cockhead tapped the gate, teasing the taut ring of my smooth backside.

A sharp gasp of surprise, followed by a sigh of delight escaped my as I felt him enter me with his powerful plunger and felt it slip inside to gauge the depths of the snug sleeve. A sudden wetness trickling down between my girlish, shapely thighs signaled my passing from  girl to woman.  Hooking his strong fingers under my wide hips and holding me still, he began a slow caressing of my snug sleeve with the full length of his manhood.  Helplessly impaled, I shuddered with ecstasy.

Oh, how I've wanted this! streaked through my mind.

He moved his fingers, indicating I should lift my hips to meet his thrusts and I obeyed and even spread my legs more so that he could penetrate me fully. His cock slid right into my slippery wetness.  The stem of the man was huge and hard, filling me utterly.  I thrust back; I clenched my inner muscles around him and began to rock fore and aft, shifting my hips so that I could feel him from every angle. The tide was coming in and water was splashing us as I took him deeper and deeper inside of me. His hands were running wildly up and down my back, hooking in my hair and rising to all fours, I bucked up and down on the shaft of his manhood, wondering if I would ever get enough.

But now I discovered what it was to be at the mercy of a man's timing, since he was riding me, holding onto me, moving me at his pace.  Imploring moans erupted from my throat as he continued to toy with me, teased me more and more with his rigidity, until I began to quiver with unedited pleasure. I knew my orgasm was building.  I could feel it radiating throughout my body. Suddenly I let out a deep guttural moan as an orgasm the likes of which I had never before experienced pulsated throughout my small body.

Moaning louder and louder, my breathing became more ragged -- I was really and truly pumping him now, matching him stroke for stroke -- as our bodies crashed together in unison.  Then, to my astonishment, I felt his organ grow even larger, longer, thicker, and harder and though it was the first time I felt it, she knew he was at the point of his climax.  A scream of pure ecstasy tore from my throat when his shaft swelled up and I felt him begin to shoot his hot creamy juices into me.

Each powerful, throbbing jet of scalding semen searing my insides was more exciting than the previous. Soft whimpers of very feminine disappointment slipped from my lips when I felt him begin to grow soft in me and I sobbed when I was forced to release him from my grip.

Suddenly, we noticed the water surging about the tops of our thighs. We would have to hurry, or be trapped in the cave until the tide went back out!  Swiftly pulling on swim togs, but with the passion of spent desire in our eyes, realizing our danger, and still there were no words spoken.

Though by a narrow margin, we made it through the greatly diminished mouth of the cave with moments to spare and silently swam back to the boat, each with a smile of complete satisfaction.  The awakened temptress within me knew once would never be enough.

Back aboard the boat, it was as if it had never happened; he went to his post and I returned to mine against the rail and it seemed no one had noticed our absence from the diving party. Somehow, I knew that I was not the only girl that had thoroughly enjoyed the snorkeling trip that day.  No, I never asked his name, and he never asked mine and it was not until later that I realized we had not exchanged but a couple of lines the entire day.

"Did you have a good time, dear?" momma asked when I walked off the boat into her embrace.

"Oh yes, momma.  I had a great time, and I love snorkeling!  I can't wait to do it again."  Already the wench inside me was looking forward to "next time" and already considering the males available in my hometown.