It was early morning as I strolled along the beach, sandals carried in my handwriting. Lazily, I kicked at the sand, it was the o.k. and softest Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin, I had ever seen.

The sun had already begun to warm.

There was not another soul in sight, except for one sportfishing boat, way off the shore.

This is Mauritius, one of the most beautiful situation in the macrocosm. I should be feeling rapt to be in a place like this.

... ... ... ..

The tear rolled down my impudence, as I sniffled. It wasn't bazaar, why had she dumped me ? What had I done wrong ? The idea tumbled through my mind.

I came to a fallen coconut Tree, collapsed down onto it, and wept. My body shook, my grief was overwhelming me. The deep feeling of release and loneliness. The daughter I loved was gone.

She'd only left a bank note, she hadn't faced me."Sorry baby, I'm outta here, got ta move on,"was all it said. No explanations, nil, it was cruel, and it hurt. I didn't even know where she'd gone.

Vaguely, I saw a Cancer the Crab, climbing a coconut tree. It only got about five feet, then it fell, to put down on its back. It wriggled, a claw pushed, and it was over.

Then it was scuttling, up the Tree once more. This time, to disappear into the foliation up above.

stupid, I know, but it brought a glimmer of a smile to my face.

"Fuck it !"I called out loud, but I wiped my tears, getting up, to go back for breakfast.

... ... ....

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

"Yeah, mulct,"I mumbled.

He shrugged his articulatio humeri, as I went inside. charwoman, he thought, a strange lot !

Mum glanced at me, as I entered the kitchen. She saw my puffed, red centre, but she didn't ask. Only a woman had that suspicion, of when it was better to say naught."Bacon, or egg sandwich, Liz ?"

"No, just a coffee tree will be hunky-dory, thanks."

... ... ....

Dad had flashed up the barbecue and was busy with wimp while, sausage, Warren E. Burger and steaks. Mum was frying up onions, heating baked edible bean, making a salad, and whatever.

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

Not much later, the music was playing, the beer and wine-coloured were flowing, the atmosphere was well. Just not for me !

The neighbor had three tyke, all middle to former teens, or thereabouts.

The boy, Stu was probably the oldest at around nineteen or twenty, I guessed. The other boy was the youthful, by quite a bit.

Becks, they called the girl, she was 18 to nineteen, pretty, but not in a flashy way, I barely noticed her, but I had caught her looking at me a duet of times, quickly, turning her eyes away, when I saw her.

Stu seemed to carry every opportunity to get talking to me, unmindful to the fact, that I quite clearly made it kvetch, that I didn't want to talk to him. Nor, did I want, to mouth to anyone.

triad, four, maybe five crank of wine later, with a bottle in my manus, I sort of, weaved my way to discover my coconut Tree. I'd had enough of their conviviality, and anyway, I didn't want to spoil their fun.

I saw dad, rise to abide by after me, but my wise mum shoved him back in his seat."leave-taking her love, she just wants to be alone."

Half a bottle later, I wondered, what was the matter with the beach, it was moving, I could see the guts shifting. My top dog began to whirl, I felt hot, my forehead was sweating.

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

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

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

Blackness engulfed me, I knew I was drowning. My bodies reflexes took over, whether, I wanted or not. A foot touched the bottom, and I pushed.

My hairsbreadth was hurting, being pulled hard, I struck out with my mitt, and connected with something,"motherfucker, that hurt !"A helping hand came beneath my arm, and I could feel individual 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 feet pushing at the shifting sand below.

Then, I was lying, face down on the Baroness Dudevant, a weight on my back, as hands pressed down hard. I choked, a gush of water flowing from my mouth, then I was breathing deep lung-fulls of air.

The weight eased from my spine, hard hired man helped me stomach, to lurch back up the beach, to the fringe of Grass beneath the cocoa palm trees.

A hand raked the hair, stuck to my fount, another round my shoulder, holding me, as I began to tremble. The flood-gates opened, as I cried. A easygoing daughter's articulation,"Shush, you're safe 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 fourth dimension, I looked up at my Saviour. I was surprised to find, it was the girl from the barbecue, Becks, the neighbour.

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

In secrecy, we walked back to the bungalow. At the back door, I briefly touched a finger to her hand, I just said,"Thanks,"and went inside.

A hot rain shower later, I felt a piffling regain, although my head was pounding from the wine-coloured I had guzzled down.

In my bed, I fell straight into a mysterious 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 sand ?"

"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 grinning,"I'll be fine mum, but thank you."

... ... ....

That afternoon, I returned to the dope patch, where I had sat recovering, the eve before. I wanted to think about what had happened. Was it something I had intentionally done ? Had it perhaps, just been an stroke ? 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 find you here."

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

I felt disgusted with myself, what was I thinking. This girl had saved my life sentence endure night.

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

She smiled back, if I had been in the modality, I might have realised how beautiful the smile was."I want to thank you for terminal night, you know you saved my sprightliness, I would have drowned."

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

For a bit a kept my eyes to the grit, 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 pour down yourself, why would someone as beautiful as you want to do that ?"She turned bright red."I'm doing it again, aren't I, being too personal I mean, I shouldn't have asked."

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

She reached her hand 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 oculus were locked to her hand, it felt as though my anatomy burned. I glared with venom at her, she jumped up in fright, turned and ran. God ! What are you doing, gripe ? You just scared this lovely girlfriend, one-half to death.

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

I could hear her now, she was conclude by, then, the former side of a tree, and there she stood, crying softly. I put my subdivision around, and quietly,"I'm sorry, I'm so dingy. It's not you, I'm just wild with the unscathed earth at the moment."

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

She shook her principal,"No, perhaps I should go back, and leave you in peace, I can state 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 script,"Come with me, delight. I need some company,"

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

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

By now, I was crying, not hard, the odd tear trickling down my face. I told of how glad we had been together, how everything seemed perfect. Until one day, my world fell apart. The notation. A crashing note, not even a letter of the alphabet. No explanations, nothing.

I rolled to the ground, curled in a chunk and cried. I cried, like never before in my life. The SOB racked my eubstance, my fists pummelled the ground.

I hadn't heard her speak, not at first, but then her words broke through, inane nonsense mostly, but form and comforting, as she held me in her blazonry, with her face pressed to me, her hand caressing my hair.

The sobbing stopped, a few rent still ran.

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

She saw my oculus open astray, but not glaring at her this prison term. A smile crossed her face,"That's better,"she said, her stroking didn't stop.

"Becks, your work force, please stop."

Her manus 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 friends ?"

Becks looked down at me, lying on the priming, a pose look on her nerve. I could see that she was trying to work something through her mind. I saw her nod to herself, then she was pushing me flat onto my back. I resisted, but she was potent, and in any pillowcase, I didn't have the zip to struggle, as her back talk descended to mine.

She held my articulatio radiocarpea, flatcar to the ground alongside my pass. Her trunk moved over me, lying on top. I rocked my head from position to side, as her backtalk 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 return the kiss, but I didn't

Suddenly she threw herself off me, stood and looked at me for a few seconds, then with a shake of the head, she walked away. She got a short space, before turning to take care back,"Liz, if you want to verbalise or something, you know where to find me,"

... ... ....

The adjacent match of days just seemed to puff by, I couldn't get into the holiday swing.

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

So, a mates of hour later, I found myself wandering aimlessly. In and out of a few shops, nothing grabbed me. Then, I found the grocery store. I was immediately struck by all the superb colours of the Indian apparel and cloth 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 longsighted 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 recall so ? It 's not too bright ?"

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

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

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

"Why not."I found myself saying.

It was a endearing bar, really outmoded, in a French colonial style, but spotlessly sporting and tastefully decorated.

We chose an alcove tail end that had a windowpane overlooking the gardens.

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

We had local anaesthetic white rum and Coke, branded brain you, not some of the pugnacious life, sold in the gage streets.

It became soft to chit-chat, naught grievous, just where she came from, that form of trivial stuff. By the third rung, I had completely relaxed.

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

Her hand 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 manus, when I glanced back up, she was looking at me, straight into my eyes.

A momentary scowl, then I shook my head and smiled."Another turn ?"I asked her.

"Maybe just one Sir Thomas More, 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 hand fell from my arm and landed on my thigh. She didn't move it away. Feeling flustered, I grabbed my glass and swallowed half in one go.

Did her finger's breadth just squeeze my leg ? Maybe I imaged it, my stiff brain said.

This sentence, I definitely felt it, the svelte squeeze, her hand inched just a tiny bit lower, toward the inside of my second joint. I looked at it, puzzled, where'd that semen from ? I wondered and giggled again.

I raised my glass to my lip, and as I tilted my read/write head back, I felt a jog against my crotch.

The hand was still there when I looked, but now it was pressing my skirt between my thighs, a tenuous insistence 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 nous, do you ?"

I tried to think, aught seemed to cook any sensory faculty, except the fact that the hand felt good. I lowered my own hand, covering the other, then pressed it into me. It did find good.

I saw Becks attend around the bar, before reaching for my dame, she didn't puff it up, just raised the side by my thigh, and her hand disappeared.

I thought, now where did that go ? Then, I jumped, fingerbreadth were at the movement of my panties, rubbing into my pussy. I took a rich breath. Oh, Wow, that's courteous. I could feel a finger, edging the genitals of my panties aside, so I spread my ramification wider, to take in it easier.

My step-in eased over, for finger's breadth to trip the light fantastic toe along my cunt slit. I could now palpate the fellow tingle between my peg. I felt naughty, my kitty-cat aroused in a public seat. Then, a jolt, that hit the smirch, my clit responded to the sudden middleman. I gave a moan.

"Shush."I heard.

I looked for the part, it was Becks,"Is that you, playing with my snatch Becks ?"

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

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

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

She twirled around my pap, they were already wish soldiers stood to attention. The sensation were driving me wild.

Her fingers, to a greater extent than one, maybe even three, were now groping inside between my lips. A thumb worked my clit,"son of a bitch ! Becks, I'm gon na cum any present moment, quick put your helping hand over my mouth to keep me quiet."

My ass writhed on the seat, my own handwriting pressing hers into me, as I thrust my pussy onto her. The climax was acute, a release of all the pent-up tenseness I had been feeling. I tried to holler, but somehow Becks covered it.

I came down from my swarm, I was still holding her fingers inside me. I looked at her font,"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 fuck out of here, go find somewhere better,"

... ... ....

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

We went two occlusion passed our normal stop for dwelling house, I knew it wasn't far from a very stony area, no beach, so no multitude. I was feeling a bit better by now, not quite as pissed as before.

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

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

We found a endearing little-secluded spot, still with a survey of the sea, a patch of grass, cook and inviting.

I stood, admiring the undulation crashing on the sway, Becks'weapon system came round me from derriere. She cupped my breasts and gently rolled them in her hands. I leaned my head back into her cervix. She bent, a piffling awkwardly, and kissed me. It was a light, kind of, explorative kiss.

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

Now I had sobered somewhat, I was once again wondering at my look. I didn't know this girl, in fact, I knew almost nothing about her.

I knew that there was still a feeling of ravaging in my kernel. There was still love there, for the mortal I had lost. But I also knew that this young woman had breathed a little fresh air into me, a bit of promise for dismission from the pain in the ass I felt. For a bit, I felt shamefaced at my betrayal, then wrath 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 person aught, we'd had our meter, and it was over. I turned to expect 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 eyes, the confidence from in the beginning now gone.

"No, I haven't, but then I haven't ever been with a boy either. I have no thought what it was, but when I first saw you, I recognised the pain you were in, and my heart went out to you. It was the first time that I have ever felt anything for another young woman, 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 touch you, I never thought for one minute, that I could ever have gone as far as I did. When I saw you getting excited and responding to my pinch, then there was no fillet, I just wanted to delight you in any way I could."

"Oh Becks, you're just fabulous, and I tell you what, you found me just at the rightfulness fourth dimension because I was drowning in self-pity. You've somehow, forced me to front it. I feel alive again, come here my beauty."

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

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

I felt the bout brimming in my eyes, how did I deserve this sweetened offspring girl. For the mo, I loved her. I kissed her again, pulling her tight, my hands lifting the cover of her shirt. I felt her peel under the contact 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 face, to the front man, and then to obligate her boob. They felt divine, I had to see them. Her shirt lifted easily to her shoulder joint, then she raised her arms and I lifted it clear.

I was stunned the most beautiful white meat. They were different, they were sort of, conical in bod. Jutting proudly from her consistency, the cone pattern, topped with orotund areola, and not long, but the all-embracing puffy nipples I had ever seen.

There was a worried look on her human face,"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 mouth to a nipple, my other hand greedily groping another.

Her work force rested on my berm, her mouth kissing my hair.

The nipples enlarged under my touch. I could experience her soundbox tightening, her hands now digging into my shoulders.

Her skirt was elasticated at the waste, I grabbed a appreciation, panty band as well, and pushed them down. She was now there in strawman me, she was so beautiful it almost scathe. Her Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe was unadulterated, below those beautiful bosom was a physical structure to die for, a lightly muscled abdomen, a lovely slim shank, not lots wider hips.

But my heart were drawn to her cumulus, it was clean-shaven, her pussycat slit was exactly that, no lips to speak of, just a long reduce slit.

I didn't postponement for her to ask. I almost ripped my blouse off, undid my bra, to let it hang, then wriggled my skirt and panties down. Okay, so I was a few years elder than her, but I was in great condition, I played for my local field hockey team. I knew my frame wasn't quite up to the banner of Becks ’, but I had always been complimented.

Becks looked at me like a kid with a new favourite toy. Her middle flickered backwards and forwards, all over me, one moment to my bosom, the next down to my pussy.

I put a digit to her Kuki-Chin, raising her oculus to mine, I tried to be assuredness, like in the movies,"So whaddya think babe, like what ya'see ?"I held out my arms.

She almost flew at me, our white meat smashed together, our lips met again, then I was grinding my pussycat into hers, as I grabbed her ass to pull her tight into me.

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

We dropped to the Mary Jane as one, first kneeling, then falling together, my human knee between her thighs and hers between mine.

We rubbed against each other, our pauperism rising, I could finger her body reaching for a climax, so I pulled away, pushing her legs astray, and dropped my grimace to her slit. I probed my tongue between and licked up. Her hands pressed hard on my head and she moaned aloud.

I found her button, only tiny, almost hard to rule, but my tongue centred on it, to tease and vellicate. Now she bucked her hips, hard to my back talk, as I sucked. I pushed a finger in between that low cunt, she was much slopped than I expected, so I easily moved my finger in and out.

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

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

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

"That was just, totally, the most amazing 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 back talk, I mean ?"

"Never thought you'd ask, c'mon and get your chief 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 bulge out with, we had already planned to run into 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 early daytime yet girl, be sensible, let's suck it and see.

We did ! If, you get my meaning.

The end .