I am not a city girl. I can
kind of get how all the bright, flashing lights and all the nightclubs and
theaters and other entertainment can excite people, but I've never found I
really needed that sort of thing. I guess I'm just a calm and contented person
by nature.
My father owns a ranch in
Wyoming. It's a big ranch and he runs a lot of cattle on it. It's some distance
from anywhere you could remotely call a city. But I never felt deprived because
of that. We have a big house, and it's got whatever you could need, including a
games room with pool tables, old fashioned stand-up video games, table tennis,
hockey, foosball, and even a bowling alley.
Dad has money.
And I have six brothers and
two sisters.
Mom likes kids.
So it's not like I'm ever
lonely. We also, of course, all have our own horses, and learned to ride and
take care of them when we were little. Most of the ranch is flat, but there are
these gorgeous rolling hills to the east that only get higher as you move into
them.
But aside from our family,
the only people around are the ranch hands, as well as Luciana and Camila, the
housekeepers. And, of course, Miranda, who was our well, governess and teacher,
I guess you could say. We were home schooled when young. That's not because our
parents are religious fanatics who don't trust the public school system. It's
just that it was too long a drive to the nearest public school.
I kind of suspected I was
attractive early in life, just from the way adults treated me. At first I just
took those smiles and attention for granted, but as I became internet savvy and
watched more TV I realized that people were responding to my looks. I mean,
hey, I can compare myself to what the fashion models and actresses look like,
and see how everyone talks about how beautiful they are, so... it's not a
stretch to understand I'm pretty attractive as such things are measured.
When we got to our teens we
were driven to the closest high school. I guess our parents figured we were old
enough by then to learn about the boredom of long drives, and figure a way to
make use of our time during them.
But going to school for the
first time at fourteen was kind of a revelation. Because there were boys there
who weren't my brothers. And they sure did pay me a lot of attention. Now this
is Wyoming, and rural Wyoming at that, so it's not like they were a bunch of
sophisticated city folks wanting to take advantage of the poor farm girl.
Though they certainly did
try!
But it's not like I was an
innocent. I mean, I had the internet, and my mom and Miranda had certainly
explained the facts of life, and how boys were always intent on exploring those
facts as much as possible. They also explained the consequences, both physical
and social, of letting them.
No way was I wanting any
baby. As for a reputation, that didn't really bother me much because I wasn't
desperate for acceptance or anything. People could take me or leave me based on
who and what I was. I wasn't about to curry favor with them by changing the way
I thought, spoke or behaved.
We started traveling around
that time, too, to Disneyland, to Europe, to Africa and South America, seeing
the world, always together as a family, though. One time in Rio I even went
topless at the beach. It was weird in
that it felt so freeing, but at the same time, it's not like I hadn't
gone skinny dipping before at the lake on our ranch, often with my siblings,
until we got kinda old to be naked together.
But going topless around
strange men gave me a whole different sort of emotion. If you can call lust an
emotion. And I guess you can. Why did it make me hot and horny to be topless
around men? I couldn't really say, except just knowing how they were looking at
me and wanting me, and wanting to do all kinds of... stuff to me, made
me kind of breathless.
I kinda wanted to try out
that stuff with them!
And I felt really... wild
and sexy baring my breasts, since everyone knew 'good girls' never showed their
body parts to people. At least, not in Wyoming. So I felt like a rebel, and a
nasty, sexy rebel at that, flaunting my boobs at all those men!
And I have nice boobs. I
know girls with bigger ones. But mine are just the right side of being too big
to be firm. And I like how firm my breasts are. Why? I guess cuz I like how
they look. I like how they feel, too. I like how soft my skin is, and I like to
gently cup my breasts in my palms and just stroke my hands gently up and down
along the underside, just below the nipples.
It makes me feel sexy.
Needless to say, I didn't
do that at the beach!
Anyway, after I graduated
from high school, I told my parents I wanted to see the world before college,
and I chose Rio because I wanted to experience that sexy feeling again. Only
more of it this time.
Not that I told them that!
Wyoming gets damn cold. I
told them I wanted to feel the hot sun before I had to bury my nose in books in
some damn college (they insisted I go to). I went to Rio by myself. And there I
got plenty of sun on my soft skin. Including my breasts. And I got plenty of
attention from the local men.
Now it wasn't like I was a
virgin. I had managed to lose my virginity already. But I hadn't really been
impressed by the guys I'd done it with. I was looking to greatly expand the
frontiers of my sexual knowledge. And that meant sophisticated MEN, not BOYS.
I'd had enough of teenagers, even though I was still one myself.
I didn't anticipate having
much trouble recruiting men to help expand my horizons. I knew I was beautiful,
and I knew I had a great body. The boys at high school had done everything
short of tackle me and hog tie me to have their way with me, so I knew how guys
reacted to me by then.
And that was with my
clothes on.
So I rented a room overlooking
the ocean, and settled in, and did some shopping, and visited the beach just to
make sure what people were wearing, and where was the best place to find men.
Most importantly, I wanted to find out where there were topless girls. I mean,
it was going to be daunting to do this alone (without my sisters) as it was,
without being the only topless girl around.
The first thing I noticed
was almost nobody wore full bottoms except what looked like Americans. All the
local girls wore either thongs or very cheeky bottoms, like the aptly named
'Brazilian'. So I bought one of those, and then went to the beach and set
myself up on a towel not far from a group of other topless girls (and their
guys).
It was kind of an
electrical jolt when I removed my top. I lay down on my stomach almost at once,
while my flushed face settled. But that took longer than last time because now
I was thinking people would be staring at my butt, which only had a slender
green strap going down the middle. Yes, I had chosen a thong, congratulating
myself on how brave I was.
It took me some minutes of
laying there before I forced myself to sit up and put some lotion on. Then I
did my best to kind of cover my breasts by drawing my knees up. I felt really
self-conscious! Especially when I (quickly) spread the lotion over my breasts!
I did my best to pretend
not to notice anyone noticing me. But some guys definitely were, and every time
I saw one I felt that little jolt again. But gradually, I started to get over
it, and stopped hiding my breasts. I even lay on my back!
It felt very freeing, but
it also felt indefinably sexual. I tried telling myself it wasn't. I was fairly
sure the other girls I could see didn't think of it as sexual, but rather, as
natural.
Then again, sex is natural
too.