It was early morning as I strolled along the beach, sandals carried in my hand. Lazily, I kicked at the Baroness Dudevant, it was the finest 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 fishing gravy holder, way off the shore.

This is Mauritius, one of the most beautiful places in the world. I should be feeling rapt to be in a shoes like this.

... ... ... ..

The crying rolled down my cheek, as I sniffled. It wasn't fair, why had she dumped me ? What had I done wrong ? The thought tumbled through my mind.

I came to a fallen coconut Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, collapsed down onto it, and wept. My soundbox shook, my heartbreak was overwhelming me. The deep touch of red and aloneness. The lady friend I loved was gone.

She'd only left a note, she hadn't faced me."Sorry babe, I'm outta here, got ta motion 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 pubic louse, climbing a coco tree. It only got about five feet, then it fell, to land on its backbone. 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.

pudden-head, I know, but it brought a intimation of a grinning to my face.

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

... ... ....

My sidekick 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 complimentary hand.

"Yeah, amercement,"I mumbled.

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

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

"No, just a coffee will be all right, thanks."

... ... ....

Dad had flashed up the barbeque and was busy with chicken composition, sausages, burgers and steaks. Mum was frying up onion plant, heating baked noodle, making a salad, and whatever.

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

Not much later, the euphony was playing, the beer and wine were flowing, the atm was unspoiled. Just not for me !

The neighbours had three children, all middle to late teenager, or thereabouts.

The boy, Stu was probably the honest-to-god at around nineteen or twenty, I guessed. The other boy was the youngest, by quite a bit.

Becks, they called the girl, she was 18 to nineteen, pretty, but not in a showy way, I barely noticed her, but I had caught her looking at me a couple of metre, quickly, turning her eyes 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 talk to him. Nor, did I want, to talk to anyone.

Three, four, maybe five glasses of wine later, with a bottle in my hand, I kind of, weaved my way to find my coconut tree. I'd had enough of their jolliness, and anyway, I didn't want to spoil their fun.

I saw dad, ascending to keep abreast after me, but my Isaac Mayer Wise mum shoved him back in his seat."leave of absence her love, she just wants to be alone."

one-half a bottle later, I wondered, what was the thing with the beach, it was moving, I could see the sands shifting. My principal began to spin out, I felt hot, my os frontale was sweating.

I rose unsteadily, I found myself staggering toward the sea. The weewee was warm, although I didn't notification 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 rightfulness over my head, tumbling me. Floundering, my mental capacity telling me to observe the surface. I realised I didn't concern, 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 animal foot touched the bottom of the inning, and I pushed.

My pilus was hurting, being pulled hard, I struck out with my hand, and connected with something,"Shit, that hurt !"A manus came beneath my arm, and I could sense someone was pulling me up.

I gasped for air, at the like metre, choking on the water I had swallowed. Two hired hand now gripped me, pulling me. I tried to help, with my fundament pushing at the shifting sand below.

Then, I was lying, face down on the grit, a weight on my back, as hands pressed down hard. I choked, a outburst of water flowing from my mouthpiece, then I was breathing mysterious lung-fulls of air.

The free weight eased from my rear, substantial manus helped me stand, to keel back up the beach, to the fringe of grass beneath the coconut trees.

A script raked the hair's-breadth, stuck to my face, another round my shoulder, holding me, as I began to tremble. The flood-gates opened, as I cried. A soft lady friend's vox,"Shush, you're safe now."She gently rocked me, a finger's breadth wiping at my tears.

Slowly, I calmed, the trembling went, as the evening air warmed me. For the low gear metre, 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 impertinence. 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 remark, as she helped me to my feet.

In silence, we walked back to the cottage. At the back doorway, I briefly touched a fingerbreadth to her hand, I just said,"Thanks,"and went inside.

A hot shower later, I felt a little cured, although my head was pounding from the wine I had guzzled down.

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

The sun was blazing through my bedchamber window 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 a great deal wine probably,"

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

Somehow, I managed a grin,"I'll be fine mum, but thank you."

... ... ....

That afternoon, I returned to the pasture mend, where I had sat recovering, the evening before. I wanted to think about what had happened. Was it something I had intentionally done ? Had it perhaps, just been an chance event ? 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 recover you here."

Becks took a step 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 miss had saved my life last night.

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

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

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

For a min a kept my eyes 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 intend you tried to pop yourself, why would someone as beautiful as you want to do that ?"She turned vivid red."I'm doing it again, aren't I, being too personal I mean, I shouldn't have asked."

"Its O.K., 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 eyes were locked to her script, it felt as though my physique burned. I glared with malice at her, she jumped up in fear, turned and ran. God ! What are you doing, bitch ? You just scared this lovely girlfriend, 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 learn her now, she was closelipped by, then, the other English of a tree, and there she stood, crying softly. I put my munition around, and quietly,"I'm sorry, I'm so dark. It's not you, I'm just wild with the solid world at the moment."

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

She shook her head,"No, perhaps I should go back, and leave you in peace, I can secernate 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 hand,"Come with me, please. I need some company,"

We sat again, Becks asked,"Only if you want to, do you want to tell 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 love, and moved into our own place.

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

I rolled to the basis, curled in a ball and cried. I cried, like never before in my life sentence. The sobbing racked my physical structure, my fists pummelled the ground.

I hadn't heard her speak, not at initiative, but then her words broke through, inane folderal mostly, but kind and comforting, as she held me in her arms, with her face pressed to me, her hired man caressing my hair.

The sob stopped, a few tear still ran.

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

She saw my eye open panoptic, but not glaring at her this time. A smiling crossed her cheek,"That's better,"she said, her stroking didn't stop.

"Becks, your deal, please stop."

Her hands 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 primer, a puzzled look on her face. I could see that she was trying to go something through her psyche. I saw her nod to herself, then she was pushing me flat onto my backbone. I resisted, but she was strong, and in any face, I didn't have the get-up-and-go to fight, as her lips descended to mine.

She held my wrists, flat to the ground alongside my fountainhead. Her trunk moved over me, lying on top. I rocked my psyche from side to side, as her back talk followed mine. Then, I just lay still, and let her kiss, I didn't respond, I didn't want to. I could see her center, urging me to return the kiss, but I didn't

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

... ... ....

The adjacent couplet of years just seemed to sweep by, I couldn't get into the holiday swing.

At the breakfast mesa, 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 pin-up town. Anyway, it'll get you out for a bit."

So, a yoke of minute later, I found myself wandering aimlessly. In and out of a few shops, nothing grabbed me. Then, I found the marketplace. I was immediately struck by all the brilliant colouration of the Native American clothes and material stalls.

I picked out a blouse, even though I knew it was too brightly coloured for my taste, always a minuscule 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, hello there, do you really retrieve so ? It 's not too brilliantly ?"

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

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

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

"Why not."I found myself saying.

It was a lovely bar, real old-fashioned, in a Gallic colonial mode, but spotlessly clean and tastefully decorated.

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

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

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

It became easy to chat, cypher serious, just where she came from, that kind of trivial stuff. By the tertiary turn, I had completely relaxed.

I'm just a little 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 bridge player, when I glanced back up, she was looking at me, straight into my eyes.

A fleeting frown, then I shook my head and smiled."Another bout ?"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 story, 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 motility it away. Feeling flustered, I grabbed my glass and swallowed half in one go.

Did her finger just compact my leg ? Maybe I imaged it, my sozzled brain said.

This clip, I definitely felt it, the little wring, her hand inched just a lilliputian bit lower, toward the inside of my thigh. I looked at it, puzzled, where'd that come from ? I wondered and giggled again.

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

The helping hand was still there when I looked, but now it was pressing my skirt between my second joint, a slight pressure at my front line. 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 psyche, do you ?"

I tried to think, nothing seemed to spend a penny any signified, except the fact that the hand felt good. I lowered my own script, covering the other, then pressed it into me. It did feel good.

I saw Becks look around the bar, before reaching for my annulus, she didn't pull it up, just raised the side by my second joint, and her manus disappeared.

I thought, now where did that go ? Then, I jumped, fingers were at the front of my panty, rubbing into my pussy. I took a deep breath. Oh, Wow, that's skillful. I could feel a finger's breadth, edging the privates of my panties aside, so I spread my stage wider, to do it easier.

My panties eased over, for fingers to dance along my cunt slit. I could now feel the intimate tingle between my legs. I felt naughty, my kitty aroused in a public lieu. Then, a shock, that hit the spot, my clitoris responded to the sudden contact. I gave a moan.

"Shush."I heard.

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

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

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

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

She twirled around my mamilla, they were already comparable soldiers stood to attention. The sensations were driving me wild.

Her fingers, Thomas More than one, maybe even three, were now groping inside between my lips. A thumb worked my clit,"tinker's damn ! Becks, I'm gon na cum any minute, speedy put your mitt over my mouthpiece to keep me quiet."

My ass writhed on the fundament, my own hand pressing hers into me, as I thrust my kitty onto her. The orgasm was vivid, 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 cloud, I was still holding her fingers inside me. I looked at her look,"Becks, you dirty bastard, you just wanked me off in a bar, for christ's sake."I leaned and gave her a belittled kiss.

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

"Tell you what, let's get the fucking 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 crowded. I made do with just rubbing the side of her thigh.

We went two stops passed our normal stop for dwelling, I knew it wasn't far from a very rocky sphere, 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,"semen on, it's not far, this way."

The undergrowth was a bit thicker than I expected, but with only a trivial worry, there was the sea, right in straw man. passel of Boulder were everywhere, I could see why no one ever came here.

We found a lovely little-secluded smear, still with a view of the sea, a plot of grass, ready and inviting.

I stood, admiring the Wave crashing on the tilt, Becks'munition came round me from fundament. She cupped my breasts and gently rolled them in her manpower. I leaned my head back into her neck. She bent, a minuscule awkwardly, and kissed me. It was a spark, variety of, exploratory kiss.

But I savoured it. My glossa teased against her sassing until she opened to me, our tongues 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 nothing about her.

I knew that there was still a feeling of destruction in my heart. There was still make love there, for the person I had lost. But I also knew that this girl had breathed a little saucy air into me, a bit of Hope for release from the pain I felt. For a minute, I felt hangdog at my betrayal, then anger surged through me. How presume 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 bear ditched me aside, the way she did.

I felt a release, a actualisation that I owed that person zippo, we'd had our metre, and it was over. I turned to front at Becks, I held her at arm 's length, just looking into her eyes.

She herself, looked a trivial apprehensive.

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

She lowered her eyes, the confidence from before now gone.

"No, I haven't, but then I haven't ever been with a boy either. I have no idea 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 initiative time that I have ever felt anything for another girl, my intuitive feeling frightened me at firstly, but I was drawn to you, that's why I followed you until I saw you go in the body of water. What happened in the bar, would never have occurred without those rums, I found I couldn't help myself, I wanted to pertain you, I never thought for one bit, that I could ever take gone as far as I did. When I saw you getting unrestrained and responding to my touch, then there was no stopping, I just wanted to please you in any way I could."

"Oh Becks, you're just mythical, and I tell you what, you found me just at the right hand time because I was drowning in self-pity. You've somehow, forced me to face up it. I feel live again, descend here my beauty."

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

She gazed into my eyes, the desperation clean-cut to see,"Liz, will you love me, teach me to be your lover."

I felt the tears brimming in my eyes, how did I merit this sweet Lester Willis Young young woman. For the import, I loved her. I kissed her again, pulling her tight, my bridge player lifting the back of her shirt. I felt her skin under the pinch of my fingers, 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, and then to nurse her breasts. They felt divine, I had to see them. Her shirt lifted easily to her shoulders, then she raised her arms and I lifted it clear.

I was stunned the most beautiful breasts. They were dissimilar, they were kind of, conical in shape. Jutting proudly from her body, the conoid SHAPE, topped with large areolas, and not long, but the all-embracing puffy nipple I had ever seen.

There was a worried look on her expression,"They're, ‘ em, strange aren't they, I guessed, you might hate them."

"Oh Becks, they're gorgeous, they're grotesque, I love them."And I plunged my mouth to a nipple, my early manus greedily groping another.

Her hands rested on my shoulder joint, her rim kissing my hair.

The tit enlarged under my feeling. I could experience her body tightening, her hired hand now digging into my shoulders.

Her skirt was elasticated at the waste, I grabbed a hold, panty isthmus as well, and pushed them down. She was now there in front me, she was so beautiful it almost scathe. Her shape was perfect, below those beautiful breasts was a trunk to die for, a lightly muscled stomach, a lovely slim waist, not a lot broad hips.

But my centre were drawn to her mound, it was clean-shaven, her pussy incision was exactly that, no sassing to mouth of, just a farsighted thin out slit.

I didn't waiting for her to ask. I almost ripped my blouse off, undid my bra, to let it strike, then wriggled my skirt and step-in down. OK, so I was a few twelvemonth older than her, but I was in great shape, I played for my local anesthetic 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 eyes flickered backwards and forwards, all over me, one present moment to my breasts, the next down feather to my pussy.

I put a finger to her chin, raising her heart to mine, I tried to be cool, like in the movies,"So whaddya think babe, like what ya'see ?"I held out my arms.

She almost flew at me, our breasts smashed together, our lip met again, then I was grinding my pussy into hers, as I grabbed her ass to pull in her tight into me.

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

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

We rubbed against each early, our penury rising, I could feel her body reaching for a climax, so I pulled away, pushing her legs wide, and dropped my face to her pussy. I probed my tongue between and licked up. Her hands pressed hard on my head and she moaned aloud.

I found her clit, only tiny, almost hard to find, but my tongue centred on it, to loosen and tickle. Now she bucked her hips, hard to my mouth, as I sucked. I pushed a finger's breadth in between that belittled prick, she was much wetter than I expected, so I easily moved my finger's breadth in and out.

I could experience her passionateness rising fast, I added another fingerbreadth and pushed harder and deeper, increasing the pep pill of my thrusting.

I sucked hard on her clit, with a wail, she shook, her body convulsing, as she climaxed. The climax 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 mystify cum I've ever had, I never realised just how mind-bending it could be."She answered."Can I do that to you, with my mouth, I mean ?"

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

... ... ....

My economic crisis was over.

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

I knew she didn't live too far away from me, so to originate 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 early daytime yet girl, be reasonable, let's suction it and see.

We did ! If, you get my meaning.

The end .