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The next summer, Patricia was at a seaside resort she used to go with her family. She often went to the beach with the son of some friends of her parents, who was just about her age. She loved watching how hard he'd get inside his tight swimming trunks every time she asked him to rub sun lotion over her. The little bastard would always try to rub up her thighs or over the side of her breasts, but she managed to turn over everytime he got too close. When they left the beach, she made sure he'd notice how she would remove her bikini and stay stark naked under her light summer dress. Although he was kind of shy, he once made a comment about that, asking her why she didn't wear any panties, and she just told him they made her itch.

Then one day, he came wearing a pair of white summer jeans that were so tight and thin that she could see the color of his trunks showing through. Patricia decided it was time to really tease him right to the edge. She let him rub the sun lotion up her inner thighs until the back of his hand was actually over her clit. She watched him out of the corner of her eyes as his hard-on seemed ready to burst through his trunks. As they went swimming, he took hold of her and started french-kissing her. His hands were all over her, rubbing her through her bikini until she climaxed. After a while, Patricia started massaging his cock through his trunks as they kissed. When she felt he was about ready to explode, she took his hard-on out and went on slowly jerking him off under the water until she could feel his hard-on twitch and throb inside her hand from his oncoming orgasm. Patricia removed her hand at that critical moment, telling him she was starting to get cold and had better go back and dry in the sun. She let him stuff back his cock inside his trunks as he followed her back out of the water.

Patricia knew he used to refuse to go swimming when the hour got too close to leaving the beach, because he wanted his trunks to dry up before putting back his jeans over them. But this time he was so aroused from their heavy petting session in the water that he couldn't resist following her as she offered him to go for a last swim before they left. Patricia didn't lose any time, taking out his cock and masturbating him to a raging hard-on as they kissed until he was on the brink of cumming, and then telling him they'd better go back. As they got ready to leave, she managed to persuade him out of slipping back his jeans over his wet trunks, telling him he could catch a cold. She helped him cover up with her towel as he took off his trunks and slipped on his tight jeans over his still erect member. As she removed the towel, the effect was even beyond what she had expected. His hard cock was jutting down his thigh, so clearly outlined by the thin material of his jeans that she could see the veins showing through. She could even see the darker color of his pubic hair showing through the white fabric. His lack of underwear made him totally vulnerable, and Patricia found that terribly arousing.

He seemed quite embarassed at having to expose himself like that, and was trying to find some way of hiding his predicament. But he didn't carry anything with him, and when he asked if he could borrow her towel, Patricia asked him "Why ? Are you having a problem ?" He didn't know what to answer and didn't dare to insist. As they walked, Patricia's hand was holding his hip, moving it up and down in a way that caused the material of his jeans to keep rubbing over his erection, making sure his arousal stayed at fever pitch. She kept stealing glances at his crotch, and she could see his cock looked as it would burst through the thin fabric of his jeans. As they crossed the wooded area that led to town, he took a secluded path that he probably hoped would make it less likely for bycomers to notice his embarassment. It also gave him the opportunity to start getting bolder. As he slipped his hand under her short dress and felt her naked bum, his arousal grew even stronger. He pushed her against a tree and they started french-kissing. He had one hand on her bum. and the other was rubbing her clit. Patricia's fingers headed straight for his bulging knob, slowly massaging it through his jeans, while his rubbing led her to a terrific orgasm. As she went on masturbating him, she felt his cock start twitching. Patricia knew he was on the edge. He suddenly broke their embrace and stepped backwards, asking her to be careful. As Patricia looked at his crotch, she could see drops of precum leaking through the thin white fabric that covered the tip of his cock. Her fingers went back to grab it as she asked him a naughty voice "Why ? Are you afraid of wetting your jeans ?" Patricia's rubbing soon had him on the edge again, and he had to remove her hand.

At that point, Patricia unzipped his jeans, took his cock out and started slowly jerking him off until she felt it twitch from his oncoming orgasm. The sexy little tease stopped right at that moment, putting back his cock into his jeans as she told him it was too dangerous here and someone could see us. As she zipped up his fly, she held the buckle of his belt and started moving it up and down, making sure the fabric of his jeans would start rubbing down his thigh against his tightly enclosed hard-on, still throbbing from the nearness of orgasm. He tried to stop her, but it was too late. The rubbing was really too much for him, and he started gushing hot loads of sperm right into his jeans, completely soaking them down to his knee. Patricia pressed her other hand over her clit as he came, and that was enough to give her an overwhelming orgasm. Right after that, she walked away, leaving him to deal with the wetness of his jeans. He couldn't even change into his trunks, because she was still carrying them in her bag. She could only wonder how he'd manage to walk back home in his utterly embarassing situation, and the thought was enough to give her yet another orgasm as she walked.

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