Voyeur / Exhibitionism
Author: intimate_dreamer, Source: sexstories.com
Chapter One Our family had moved to a house just three blocks off of the Pacific Ocean. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a trail led downward to the edge of a cliff overlooking the water. Below the cliff was a wide, smooth, rock ledge, facing due west, that when the ocean was calm, became a secluded, sunbathing haven for coeds from the local university. It was a perfectly formed v-shaped cove, about 100 feet wide at its widest point. With all of the natural bougainvillea growing around the top of the cliff, made it difficult for the surrounding homes, set back a considerable distance, to see down to the rock ledge below. Thus it was a very private cove. The walk down from the cliff, more like a climbing descent, was not the popular access to the water’s edge. Two streets below, and well to the north, there was another dead-end cul-de-sac that allowed cars to park along the curb, where it was a short walk down an easy sloping trail to get on the ledge, and then it was about a fifteen minute stroll south to reach the cove. Immediately after moving into the new house, I began to explore the neighborhood, and found the steep and narrow trail that led down to the rock ledge below. My surroundings were all new to me, and I had to see where this trail would lead. On my second day in the neighborhood, standing atop the cliff, maybe three stories above the rock ledge below, I noticed about a dozen people down there. They were spread out, lying on beach towels, soaking up the sun. I could faintly hear music from a portable radio well below my vantage point. There was a very narrow crevasse in the rock ledge, about 10 feet across and 30 feet in length, where two people were floating in the ocean, waiting for a gentle wave to lift them up where they could grab onto a handhold high on the rocks, and lift themselves out of the water. I didn’t really notice much more than that, not paying close attention to the people below me, I was focused on the trail and how to navigate it down to the rock ledge. The trail was steep, with places that each foot needed to be precisely placed. As I was a very fit teenager, lean and muscular from playing sports in school, physical exertion was not an issue. In my new environment, was easy getting used to wearing nothing but my board shorts, but walking in flip-flops, on a steep, downhill trail, caused me to focus on the next footstep, and not thinking about what I would find at the end of my journey. I made my way down the trail, and it brought me to the closed end of the cove, providing an open view of to the west. The sun was high, and there were no shadows to be found. As I gazed around at the scene before me, two things became apparent, there was not a male in group that lay on the rocks, and every girl was topless. At 18 years old, I had not seen a naked woman in the flesh. I had kissed a few girls in my high school class, but never got farther than heavy petting over their clothing, and none of them had touched me where I ...