I put my arm around Mark and we go our separate way, chatting about the latest movies and games that are coming out. He comments about my bathing suit and tells me how pretty I am, I blush crimson red, although if I do say so myself, it is a very pretty bikini. He's wearing brown boxers, his incredible chest standing tall for all to see. Grabbing my towel and almost twisting my ankle on the wet floor, I leave the changing rooms and meet Mark outside. Inside the changing room, I'm with my mother changing into my bikini and my God, I feel the eyes of women staring towards me because I'm all shaved in my pubic area, well the older women were staring, the majority of them were hairy and just ugly looking.
We walked up to the gate, we flashed our Year Round Passes, and walked through the gates and headed towards the changing room. So I rush upstairs, call Mark and invite him along, grab my swimming gear, rush downstairs, almost tripping over my brother's shoes…Īnyhow, we reach Typhoon Lagoon, I meet Mark at the front gate, we kiss and giggle among each other, well I was the one giggling, he was kinda laughing, probably at my hair, I didn't have time to do it up. I put on my T-shirt and leave my room and walk downstairs and sit at the dinner table and eat breakfast.Īfter finishing my eggs and tomatoes and eating a ridiculous amount of bacon ((I don't need to worry about putting on weight)) I find out my dad has the day off work, and decides to take us all swimming at Typhoon Lagoon. I pull up my jeans and almost trip over and it wasn't the first time. I get dressed, slip on my white bra and panties. He's a film maker, a very talented film maker.Įnough with the introductions, it was Friday 14th of June 2002, I woke up at around 7:30 ((AM for the intellectually challenged among us)) I climbed out of bed, heard my mom down stairs calling me, telling me it's time for breakfast. He's incredibly intelligent, very well travelled and is one of the most creative people in the world. As for his other incredible features, he has short brown hair and the most beautiful, all inspiring eyes in the Universe. He has a beautiful figure, a firm ass, two lovely soft balls that tighten when aroused and taste amazing, a nice firm shaft of beautiful black skin, with throbbing veins and covered by his foreskin is the lovely sight of the head, nice and round, very thick with a tiny slit, mmmmm it is to die for. As for my ass, my buttocks is firm and round, really looks great when I wear tight jeans, my rosebud as it is called is light brown, tight, enjoys being gently touched and on occasion, when I'm highly aroused, I enjoy having a nice cock inside my special place.Īs for Mark, he's 24 ((21 in the story)) He's incredible, lovely exotic black skin, an incredible build, lovely strong muscles, the kind of muscles that really define a man. I also shave down there, there is nothing worse than having pubic hair, it looks disgusting, it feels disgusting and by God, it is just so not feminine whatsoever…Thank God, razors were invented and men who are very delicate with them. I'm very sensitive down there, and love being touched, caressed, might I be so bold as to say, I enjoy being kissed and even licked down there. As for my pussy, I have fairly big labia lips, lips you can gently pull and nibble on and please note, the keyword is gently.
I have a healthy C cup, size 32 to be exact, I'm rather proud of my breasts, nice pink/brownish nipples, firm and sensitive to touch.
I have very long blond hair and brown eyes, a fairly nice figure, very athletic looking, career demands it so to speak, plus I'm at the age where I can eat whatever I want and not worry about putting on weight, I've been told all that changes when I hit 40, but we'll have to see.
This was a day, I'll remember for the rest of my life, I remember it perfectly, everything that was said, everything that was done, hell, I even remember what we had for dinner that evening.Īnyhow, my name's Tamara Erison, I'm a 22 year old ((19 years old in the story)) I'm an intelligent student currently studying criminology and in a few years time, I'll be a professional criminal profiler, something on the lines of Frank Black from the TV show Millennium, but I don't have his psychic powers and I'm not so damn…void of character. Friday 14th of June 2002, one of the most significant dates in my life, and yet totally insignificant to millions of others.