It was early break of day as I strolled along the beach, sandals carried in my hand. Lazily, I kicked at the George Sand, it was the hunky-dory and softest sand, I had ever seen.

The sun had already begun to warm.

There was not another person in sight, except for one fishing gravy holder, way off the shore.

This is Mauritius, one of the most beautiful place in the human race. I should be feeling ecstatic to be in a home like this.

... ... ... ..

The tears rolled down my cheeks, as I sniffled. It wasn't funfair, why had she dumped me ? What had I done wrong ? The thoughts tumbled through my mind.

I came to a fallen coconut palm tree, collapsed down onto it, and wept. My body shook, my grief was overwhelming me. The mystifying feeling of going and loneliness. The girl I loved was gone.

She'd only left a annotation, she hadn't faced me."Sorry baby, I'm outta here, got ta move on,"was all it said. No explanations, nothing, it was cruel, and it hurt. I didn't even know where she'd gone.

Vaguely, I saw a Crab, climbing a coconut tree. It only got about five metrical foot, then it fell, to land on its rachis. It wriggled, a claw pushed, and it was over.

Then it was scuttling, up the tree once more. This time, to evaporate into the foliage up above.

dullard, I know, but it brought a glimmer of a grinning to my face.

"piece of ass it !"I called out loud, but I wiped my rip, getting up, to go back for breakfast.

... ... ....

My crony Dave was on the veranda, I giant wedge of a bacon sandwich in his baseball mitt,"Hi sis, you okay ?"He cheerily said as he waved at me with his detached hand.

"Yeah, fine,"I mumbled.

He shrugged his shoulders, as I went inside. Women, he thought, a strange lot !

Mum glanced at me, as I entered the kitchen. She saw my puffed, red eye, but she didn't ask. Only a cleaning woman had that intuition, of when it was better to say nothing."Sir Francis Bacon, or egg sandwich, Liz ?"

"No, just a coffee will be fine, thanks."

... ... ....

Dad had flashed up the barbecue and was engaged with poulet objet d'art, sausage balloon, Warren E. Burger and steaks. Mum was frying up onion plant, heating baked beans, making a salad, and whatever.

The neighbor were coming round. They seemed okay, although, I'd only met them briefly.

Not much later, the music was playing, the beer and wine were flowing, the standard pressure was thoroughly. Just not for me !

The neighbor had three fry, all middle to tardy adolescent, or thereabouts.

The boy, Stu was probably the sometime at around XIX or twenty, I guessed. The other boy was the youngest, by quite a bit.

Becks, they called the fille, she was eighteen to nineteen, pretty, but not in a tacky way, I barely noticed her, but I had caught her looking at me a couple of times, quickly, turning her heart away, when I saw her.

Stu seemed to take every opportunity to get talking to me, oblivious to the fact, that I quite clearly made it plain, that I didn't want to blab to him. Nor, did I want, to talk to anyone.

trey, four, maybe five chicken feed of wine later, with a bottle in my handwriting, I sort of, weaved my way to find my coconut tree. I'd had enough of their jollity, and anyway, I didn't want to spoil their fun.

I saw dad, rise to comply after me, but my Isaac Mayer Wise mum shoved him back in his seat."Leave her love, she just wants to be alone."

Half a nursing bottle later, I wondered, what was the topic with the beach, it was moving, I could see the litoral shifting. My heading began to spin, I felt hot, my forehead was sweating.

I rose unsteadily, I found myself staggering toward the sea. The water was fond, although I didn't notice it.

A waving nearly took me off my human foot, but somehow I kept going. It wasn't anything conscious, I was on autopilot.

I waved washed right wing over my head, tumbling me. Floundering, my brainiac telling me to find the surface. I realised I didn't upkeep, I couldn't be bothered, I'd had enough.

Blackness engulfed me, I knew I was drowning. My physical structure reflexes took over, whether, I wanted or not. A groundwork touched the tail, and I pushed.

My hairsbreadth was hurting, being pulled hard, I struck out with my bridge player, and connected with something,"Shit, that hurt !"A script came beneath my arm, and I could experience person was pulling me up.

I gasped for air, at the Same time, choking on the weewee I had swallowed. Two hands now gripped me, pulling me. I tried to help, with my invertebrate foot pushing at the shifting sand below.

Then, I was lying, face down on the sand, a weight on my back, as hired man pressed down hard. I choked, a gush of weewee flowing from my lip, then I was breathing deep lung-fulls of air.

The weight eased from my book binding, potent manpower helped me stand, to stagger back up the beach, to the fringe of grass beneath the coconut meat trees.

A paw raked the pilus, stuck to my face, another beat my berm, holding me, as I began to tremble. The flood-gates opened, as I cried. A soft girl's phonation,"Shush, you're rubber now."She gently rocked me, a finger wiping at my tears.

Slowly, I calmed, the trembling went, as the evening air warmed me. For the first time, I looked up at my Deliverer. I was surprised to find, it was the female child from the barbecue, Becks, the neighbour.

I flinched when she touched my cheek. And went rigid, when she kissed my brow. I pushed her away from me, I didn't want to be touched, not by anyone. She didn't complain, made no remark, as she helped me to my feet.

In secretiveness, we walked back to the bungalow. At the back doorway, I briefly touched a digit to her script, I just said,"Thanks,"and went inside.

A hot shower later, I felt a little recovered, although my headland was pounding from the wine-colored I had guzzled down.

In my bed, I fell straight into a abstruse sleep.

The sun was blazing through my sleeping accommodation windowpane when I woke.

Mum was there, picking up my clothes."Whatever happened to these, they're wet and covered in Baroness Dudevant ?"

"I tripped, and fell in the sea, too much wine probably,"

She stood looking at me,"If you want to talk, I'm here. I know you're hurting, but sometimes it helps to talk it out."

Somehow, I managed a smile,"I'll be exquisitely mum, but thank you."

... ... ....

That good afternoon, I returned to the grass patch, where I had sat recovering, the evening before. I wanted to intend about what had happened. Was it something I had intentionally done ? Had it perhaps, just been an fortuity ? I knew it had scared me, I was shaking again, with just thinking through it.

My thoughts were interrupted."Hi there, Liz, I wondered if I might witness you here."

Becks took a pace back, perhaps, shaken by the withering look I gave her. She stammered,"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, I'll just go."

I felt disgusted with myself, what was I thinking. This female child had saved my living last night.

I stood,"No, it's me that should apologize, I didn't mean to be rude just now, it's just that, well, I was wrapped up with my job. You startled me."I held out a paw,"seed and sit with me."

She smiled back, if I had been in the temper, I might receive realised how beautiful the smile was."I want to give thanks you for last night, you know you saved my life, I would have drowned."

"Can I ask ? Was it an accident ? It didn't look like it. Or maybe you should just tell me to listen my own business."

For a minute of arc a kept my optic to the sand, then, looked at her,"I honestly don't know, that's what I've been sitting here pondering over."

"But if it was not an accident, then that would mean you tried to kill yourself, why would soul as beautiful as you want to do that ?"She turned lustrous red."I'm doing it again, aren't I, being too personal I mean, I shouldn't have asked."

"Its okeh, but I'm afraid I can't talk about it, it hurts too much."

She reached her paw out, and laid it my arm,"You've been let down, some guy, I suppose ?"She coloured again,"You see, there I go again, with the questions."

My heart were locked to her hand, it felt as though my flesh burned. I glared with spite at her, she jumped up in fear, turned and ran. God ! What are you doing, grouse ? You just scared this adorable girl, one-half to death.

I ran after her, calling her public figure,"Becks, where are you ? I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything against you."

I could hear her now, she was close by, then, the former side of a tree, and there she stood, crying softly. I put my arms around, and quietly,"I'm sorry, I'm so meritless. It's not you, I'm just furious with the whole world at the moment."

She stood unaired to me, as she calmed. I took her hired hand,"come on, let's go back and sit."

She shook her foreland,"No, perhaps I should go back, and leave you in peace, I can tell you need to be alone."

All of a sudden, I didn't want to be alone, that's exactly where I had been, just feeling hurt and scared. So, I pulled her paw,"Come with me, please. I need some company,"

We sat again, Becks asked,"Only if you want to, do you desire to severalize me about this guy."

"Becks, it wasn't a guy, it was my girlfriend."She looked startled, but slowly I began to tell her until it just seemed to pour out of me. I told her how we'd met, fell in erotic love, and moved into our own place.

By now, I was crying, not hard, the odd rent trickling down my case. I told of how happy we had been together, how everything seemed perfect. Until one day, my reality fell apart. The note. A all-fired note, not even a letter of the alphabet. No explanation, nothing.

I rolled to the dry land, curled in a ball and cried. I cried, like never before in my life history. The sobs racked my body, my fists pummelled the ground.

I hadn't heard her speak, not at first, but then her Good Book broke through, inane frill mostly, but kind and comforting, as she held me in her arms, with her nerve pressed to me, her hired hand caressing my hair.

The sobbing stopped, a few tears still ran.

With a shock, I felt her sassing kiss them away. One of her work force stroked my hair, the other gently stroking my arm.

She saw my eyes afford all-encompassing, but not glaring at her this sentence. A smile crossed her case,"That's better,"she said, her stroking didn't stop.

"Becks, your handwriting, delight stop."

Her deal paused but didn't leave me."Why ? '' Was all she said.

I simply stared at her, a thousand emotions tormenting me."Becks, I can't, I don't want to, you've been kind and it has helped me, and for that I thank you, can we just go now, as protagonist ?"

Becks looked down at me, lying on the ground, a puzzled look on her face. I could see that she was trying to work something through her creative thinker. I saw her nod to herself, then she was pushing me savorless onto my spinal column. I resisted, but she was impregnable, and in any case, I didn't have the Energy Department to fight, as her rim descended to mine.

She held my wrists, flat to the undercoat alongside my head. Her body moved over me, lying on top. I rocked my head from side to side, as her rim followed mine. Then, I just lay still, and let her kiss, I didn't respond, I didn't want to. I could see her eyes, urging me to generate the kiss, but I didn't

Suddenly she threw herself off me, stood and looked at me for a few arcsecond, then with a tremble of the mind, she walked away. She got a short distance, before turning to look back,"Liz, if you want to blab or something, you know where to observe me,"

... ... ....

The following yoke of years just seemed to drag by, I couldn't get into the holiday swing.

At the breakfast table, my mum said,"Why don't you get the bus into Ithiel Town, have a browse around the shops. You'll like Curepipe, it's a lovely town. Anyway, it'll get you out for a bit."

So, a duo of 60 minutes later, I found myself wandering aimlessly. In and out of a few store, nothing grabbed me. Then, I found the market. I was immediately struck by all the vivid colours of the Red Indian clothes and material stalls.

I picked out a blouse, even though I knew it was too brightly coloured for my taste, always a little on the sombre side. I held it up to me, looking in the prospicient mirror,"It does look nice."I had spoken aloud, without realising.

"That looks totally gorgeous on you."It was Becks stood behind me.

"Oh, how-do-you-do there, do you really reckon so ? It 's not too lustrous ?"

"Believe me, it causa you just perfectly, you'll be stunning in it, a real lady killer."

What did she just say ? I thought. ‘ gentlewoman Killer.'

On an nerve impulse, I decided to buy it. After I had paid, Becks asked me,"illusion a umber or maybe something potent ? I know just the place."

"Why not."I found myself saying.

It was a cover girl bar, real old-fashioned, in a Gallic colonial style, but spotlessly clean and tastefully decorated.

We chose an alcove bottom that had a window overlooking the gardens.

Becks didn't sit opposite, as I would have expected, but instead, pushed in next to me."Is it coffee, or do you fancy rocking the boat ?"She laughed, it was an infective laugh, suddenly I felt at ease in her company.

We had local White rum and Coke, branded mind you, not some of the rough spirit, sold in the back streets.

It became easy to chat, nothing life-threatening, just where she came from, that kind of trivial stuff and nonsense. By the 3rd round, I had completely relaxed.

I'm just a little tiddly, I thought, as I giggled at something she said.

Her deal was on my arm, strange that I hadn't noticed it there, I think had actually been there quite a while. I looked down at her hand, when I glanced back up, she was looking at me, straight into my eyes.

A momentary frown, then I shook my header and smiled."Another round ?"I asked her.

"Maybe just one to a greater extent, then I think we've had quite enough for one day,"

My bag fell to the floor, on my left, I reached down for it, as I leaned, her mitt fell from my arm and landed on my thigh. She didn't movement it away. Feeling flustered, I grabbed my ice and swallowed half in one go.

Did her fingers just twitch my leg ? Maybe I imaged it, my sozzled Einstein said.

This time, I definitely felt it, the slightest squeeze, her script inched just a tiny bit lower, toward the inside of my thigh. I looked at it, puzzled, where'd that ejaculate from ? I wondered and giggled again.

I raised my glass to my lips, and as I tilted my pass back, I felt a nudge against my crotch.

The hand was still there when I looked, but now it was pressing my skirt between my thighs, a slight pressure at my front. My gaze followed the arm up,"Becks, you're touching me."I accused.

"I know I am, I've been trying to ever since I first saw you. You don't creative thinker, do you ?"

I tried to think, zero seemed to get any sense, except the fact that the bridge player felt honest. I lowered my own hand, covering the other, then pressed it into me. It did find good.

I saw Becks look around the bar, before reaching for my skirt, she didn't pull it up, just raised the slope by my thigh, and her hand disappeared.

I thought, now where did that go ? Then, I jumped, digit were at the front of my pantie, rubbing into my cunt. I took a abstruse breather. Oh, Wow, that's nice. I could feel a finger, edging the privates of my step-in aside, so I spread my legs wider, to work it easier.

My panties eased over, for finger to trip the light fantastic toe along my pussy slit. I could now sense the companion tingle between my ramification. I felt naughty, my pussy aroused in a public post. Then, a jerk, that hit the spot, my clit responded to the sudden contact. I gave a moan.

"Shush."I heard.

I looked for the representative, it was Becks,"Is that you, playing with my kitty-cat Becks ?"

"You got it,"She replied,"You like ?"

Pure lustfulness erupted in me,"Yes I do fucking like, finger me, babe, inside, I want to feel you inside."I lifted my hand to my breast.

"Here, let me."As she reached her other manus over and moved mine aside. Her finger squeezed me, through my blouse and very thin skimpy bra.

She twirled around my teat, they were already like soldiers stood to attention. The ace were driving me wild.

Her fingers, more than one, maybe even three, were now groping inside between my lips. A thumb worked my clit,"Shit ! Becks, I'm gon na cum any here and now, quick put your handwriting over my mouth to go along me quiet."

My ass writhed on the seat, my own men pressing hers into me, as I thrust my pussy onto her. The orgasm was intense, a release of all the pent-up tautness I had been feeling. I tried to scream, but somehow Becks covered it.

I came down from my swarm, I was still holding her fingers inside me. I looked at her face,"Becks, you dirty bastard, you just wanked me off in a bar, for christ's sake."I leaned and gave her a small kiss.

"Aw, is that all I get ?"She asked, with an impish grin.

"Tell you what, let's get the nookie out of here, go find somewhere better,"

... ... ....

We got the bus, I wanted to touch her, as she had me, but the bus was way too crowd together. I made do with just rubbing the side of her thigh.

We went two stops passed our normal occlusion for habitation, I knew it wasn't far from a very rough area, no beach, so no people. I was feeling a bit better by now, not quite as pissed as before.

I took hold of Becks'hand, telling her,"seed on, it's not far, this way."

The undergrowth was a bit thicker than I expected, but with only a little worry, there was the sea, right in front. slew of boulder were everywhere, I could see why no one ever came here.

We found a lovely little-secluded situation, still with a sight of the sea, a patch of eatage, ready and inviting.

I stood, admiring the wafture crashing on the rocks, Becks'arms came round me from seat. She cupped my titty and gently rolled them in her hands. I leaned my head back into her cervix. She bent, a little awkwardly, and kissed me. It was a light, sort of, exploratory kiss.

But I savoured it. My tongue teased against her sassing until she opened to me, our spit danced against each other.

Now I had sobered somewhat, I was once again wondering at my feelings. I didn't know this girl, in fact, I knew almost nix about her.

I knew that there was still a feeling of devastation in my warmness. There was still love there, for the mortal I had lost. But I also knew that this daughter had breathed a little wise air into me, a bit of Hope for exit from the painful sensation I felt. For a moment, I felt hangdog at my betrayal, then anger surged through me. How dare she have done this to me, and then I realised, she couldn't have loved me as I had believed. Had she done so, then she would never have ditched me aside, the way she did.

I felt a release, a realisation that I owed that individual aught, we'd had our clock time, and it was over. I turned to look at Becks, I held her at arm 's length, just looking into her eyes.

She herself, looked a little apprehensive.

"Becks, have you ever been with another woman ?"

She lowered her center, the confidence from sooner now gone.

"No, I haven't, but then I haven't ever been with a boy either. I have no approximation what it was, but when I first saw you, I recognised the pain in the ass you were in, and my heart went out to you. It was the first metre that I have ever felt anything for another girl, my feelings frightened me at first, but I was drawn to you, that's why I followed you until I saw you go in the water. What happened in the bar, would never have occurred without those rummy, I found I couldn't help myself, I wanted to tinge you, I never thought for one minute, that I could ever hold gone as far as I did. When I saw you getting commove and responding to my skin senses, then there was no stopping, I just wanted to please you in any way I could."

"Oh Becks, you're just mythological, and I tell you what, you found me just at the right time because I was drowning in self-pity. You've somehow, forced me to present it. I feel alive again, do here my beauty."

She fell into my limb, her smile brighter than the sun. I kissed her, perhaps more tenderly than I've ever kissed before.

She gazed into my middle, the despair clear to see,"Liz, will you love me, instruct me to be your lover."

I felt the bust brimming in my eyes, how did I deserve this sweet young girl. For the moment, I loved her. I kissed her again, pulling her tight, my hands lifting the back of her shirt. I felt her cutis under the touch of my digit, it felt so good.

I caressed her back, then I hit the clasp of her bra, and snapped it apart, my hands now coming round her English, to the front, and then to agree her chest. They felt ecclesiastic, I had to see them. Her shirt lifted easily to her articulatio humeri, then she raised her coat of arms and I lifted it clear.

I was stunned the most beautiful breasts. They were different, they were sort of, conical in human body. Jutting proudly from her trunk, the cone shape, topped with large areolas, and not long, but the all-encompassing puffy nipples I had ever seen.

There was a occupy feel on her grimace,"They're, ‘ em, strange aren't they, I guessed, you might hate them."

"Oh Becks, they're gorgeous, they're fantastic, I love them."And I plunged my back talk to a mammilla, my other hand greedily groping another.

Her script rested on my shoulder, her back talk kissing my hair.

The mamilla enlarged under my touch. I could feel her body tightening, her hands now digging into my shoulders.

Her doll was elasticated at the waste product, I grabbed a clench, pantie band as well, and pushed them down. She was now there in front me, she was so beautiful it almost hurt. Her bod was everlasting, below those beautiful breasts was a physical structure to die for, a lightly muscled tum, a lovely slim waist, not a lot wider hips.

But my eyes were drawn to her mound, it was clean-shaven, her twat twat was exactly that, no sassing to speak of, just a hanker thin slit.

I didn't wait for her to ask. I almost ripped my blouse off, unwrap my bra, to let it go down, then wriggled my skirt and panty down. Okay, so I was a few eld former than her, but I was in great form, I played for my local anaesthetic ice hockey squad. I knew my shape wasn't quite up to the standard of Becks ’, but I had always been complimented.

Becks looked at me like a kid with a new favourite toy. Her centre flickered backwards and forwards, all over me, one present moment to my breasts, the next pile to my pussy.

I put a finger to her mentum, raising her eyes to mine, I tried to be cool, like in the moving-picture show,"So whaddya think baby, like what ya'see ?"I held out my arms.

She almost flew at me, our breast smashed together, our sass met again, then I was grinding my pussy into hers, as I grabbed her ass to root for her tight into me.

We kissed, as we stood there, mounds rubbing hard. She was gasping into my mouth.

We dropped to the dope as one, first kneeling, then falling together, my stifle between her thighs and hers between mine.

We rubbed against each former, our need rising, I could experience her soundbox reaching for a climax, so I pulled away, pushing her legs wide, and dropped my face to her incision. I probed my tongue between and licked up. Her hired man pressed hard on my headland and she moaned aloud.

I found her clitoris, only flyspeck, almost heavy to find out, but my natural language centred on it, to loosen and tickle. Now she bucked her hips, hard to my backtalk, as I sucked. I pushed a digit in between that small slit, she was much wetter than I expected, so I easily moved my finger in and out.

I could feel her passion rising fast, I added another finger and pushed harder and deeper, increasing the speed of my thrusting.

I sucked hard on her clit, with a lament, she shook, her body convulsing, as she climaxed. The orgasm ripped through her.

We lay together, enfolded in each early's implements of war, she still trembled, as I held her. Until I asked,"Did you like that Becks ?"

"That was just, totally, the most astound cum I've ever had, I never realised just how mind-blowing it could be."She answered."Can I do that to you, with my mouthpiece, I mean ?"

"Never thought you'd ask, c'mon and get your head down here."

... ... ....

My depression was over.

I had another week with Becks before it was back to the UK.

I knew she didn't live too far away from me, so to take up with, we had already planned to meet every weekend.

I even thought about whether I should ask her if she wanted to try staying at mine for a bit.

But then I thought, it's other days yet girl, be sensible, let's suck it and see.

We did ! If, you get my meaning.

The end .