It was other break of day as I strolled along the beach, sandals carried in my hand. Lazily, I kicked at the sand, it was the fine and diffuse sand, I had ever seen.

The sun had already begun to warm.

There was not another someone in heap, except for one fishing boat, way off the shore.

This is Republic of Mauritius, one of the most beautiful stead in the world. I should be feeling ecstatic to be in a place like this.

... ... ... ..

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

I came to a fallen coconut tree diagram, collapsed down onto it, and wept. My torso shook, my sorrow was overwhelming me. The oceanic abyss opinion of loss and aloneness. The little girl I loved was gone.

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

Vaguely, I saw a crab, climbing a coconut tree diagram. It only got about five feet, then it fell, to land on its rear. It wriggled, a claw pushed, and it was over.

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

Stupid, I know, but it brought a glimmering 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 brother Dave was on the veranda, I giant wedge of a bacon sandwich in his manus,"Hi sis, you okay ?"He cheerily said as he waved at me with his free hand.

"Yeah, fine,"I mumbled.

He shrugged his articulatio humeri, as I went inside. fair sex, 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 woman had that hunch, of when it was better to say nothing."Roger Bacon, or egg sandwich, Liz ?"

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

... ... ....

Dad had flashed up the barbecue and was busy with wimp opus, sausage, burgers and steaks. Mum was frying up Allium cepa, heating baked beans, making a salad, and whatever.

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

Not much later, the music was playing, the beer and vino were flowing, the aura was salutary. Just not for me !

The neighbours had three children, all middle to deep teens, or thereabouts.

The boy, Stu was probably the quondam at around nineteen or twenty, I guessed. The former boy was the untried, by quite a bit.

Becks, they called the fille, she was xviii to nineteen, pretty, but not in a flashy way, I barely noticed her, but I had caught her looking at me a pair of prison term, quickly, turning her eyes away, when I saw her.

Stu seemed to take every chance to get talking to me, forgetful to the fact, that I quite clearly made it kick, that I didn't want to talk to him. Nor, did I want, to talk to anyone.

3, four, maybe five glasses of wine-colored later, with a feeding bottle in my mitt, I sort of, weaved my way to come up my coconut tree. I'd had enough of their conviviality, and anyway, I didn't want to bollocks their fun.

I saw dad, rise to follow after me, but my Wise mum shoved him back in his stern."Leave her making 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 sands shifting. My head began to spin out, I felt hot, my brow was sweating.

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

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

I waved washed rightfield over my head, tumbling me. Floundering, my brain telling me to notice the surface. I realised I didn't caution, 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 haircloth was hurting, being pulled hard, I struck out with my script, and connected with something,"Shit, that hurt !"A handwriting came beneath my arm, and I could feel soul was pulling me up.

I gasped for air, at the same clip, choking on the water I had swallowed. Two work force 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 Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin, a weight on my vertebral column, as hands pressed down hard. I choked, a gush of water flowing from my back talk, then I was breathing deep lung-fulls of air.

The weight eased from my book binding, strong work force helped me support, to distribute back up the beach, to the outer boundary of grass beneath the coconut tree trees.

A hired hand raked the hair, stuck to my human face, another round my shoulder joint, holding me, as I began to tremble. The flood-gates opened, as I cried. A easy little girl's voice,"Shush, you're safe now."She gently rocked me, a finger wiping at my tears.

Slowly, I calmed, the palpitation went, as the evening air warmed me. For the first fourth dimension, I looked up at my saviour. I was surprised to ascertain, it was the girl from the barbecue, Becks, the neighbour.

I flinched when she touched my cheek. And went rigid, when she kissed my os frontale. 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 silence, we walked back to the bungalow. At the indorse doorway, I briefly touched a finger to her hand, I just said,"Thanks,"and went inside.

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

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

The sun was blazing through my chamber 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 lots wine-colored 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 o.k. mum, but thank you."

... ... ....

That afternoon, I returned to the grass fleck, where I had sat recovering, the eve before. I wanted to guess about what had happened. Was it something I had intentionally done ? Had it perhaps, just been an accident ? 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 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 lady friend had saved my sprightliness last night.

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

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

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

For a minute a kept my centre 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 stroke, then that would stand for you tried to kill 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 public lecture 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 eye were locked to her hired hand, it felt as though my flesh burned. I glared with venom at her, she jumped up in fright, turned and ran. God ! What are you doing, squawk ? You just scared this lovely girl, half to death.

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

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

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

She shook her mind,"No, perhaps I should go back, and leave you in peace treaty, I can severalise 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 manus,"Come with me, please. I need some ship's company,"

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

"Becks, it wasn't a guy, it was my girlfriend."She looked startled, but slowly I began to secern 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 tear trickling down my side. I told of how glad we had been together, how everything seemed consummate. Until one day, my human beings fell apart. The bank bill. A damn notation, not even a letter. No explanations, nothing.

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

I hadn't heard her speak, not at first, but then her Christian Bible broke through, inane nonsensicality mostly, but form and comforting, as she held me in her weapon, with her brass pressed to me, her hired hand caressing my hair.

The sobbing stopped, a few tears still ran.

With a shock, I felt her lips kiss them away. One of her hand stroked my pilus, the former gently stroking my arm.

She saw my eyes open wide-cut, but not glaring at her this time. A smiling crossed her font,"That's better,"she said, her stroking didn't stop.

"Becks, your hired hand, 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 ground, a flummox look on her brass. 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 cover. I resisted, but she was stiff, and in any case, I didn't have the energy to fight, as her sassing descended to mine.

She held my radiocarpal joint, flat to the ground alongside my capitulum. Her body moved over me, lying on top. I rocked my head from side of meat to side, as her lip followed mine. Then, I just lay still, and let her kiss, I didn't respond, I didn't want to. I could see her eye, urging me to return the kiss, but I didn't

Suddenly she threw herself off me, stood and looked at me for a few minute, then with a shake of the drumhead, she walked away. She got a short distance, before turning to wait back,"Liz, if you want to tattle or something, you know where to get me,"

... ... ....

The next couple of days just seemed to hang back by, I couldn't get into the vacation swing.

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

So, a dyad of hours later, I found myself wandering aimlessly. In and out of a few shops, nothing grabbed me. Then, I found the market. I was immediately struck by all the splendid colours of the Amerindian language clothes and material stalls.

I picked out a blouse, even though I knew it was too brightly coloured for my gustatory modality, always a petty on the melancholy English. I held it up to me, looking in the long 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 think so ? It 's not too bright ?"

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

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

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

"Why not."I found myself saying.

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

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

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

We had local White rum and Coca Cola, branded mind you, not some of the jolty flavour, sold in the backbone streets.

It became easy to chat, zip serious, just where she came from, that kind of trivial stuff. By the third bout, 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 helping hand, when I glanced back up, she was looking at me, straight into my eyes.

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

"Maybe just one more, then I think we've had quite enough for one day,"

My bag fell to the floor, on my leftfield, 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 chicken feed and swallowed half in one go.

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

This time, I definitely felt it, the svelte squeeze, her hand inched just a tiny 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 glass to my back talk, and as I tilted my forefront back, I felt a nudge against my crotch.

The mitt was still there when I looked, but now it was pressing my annulus between my thighs, a slender pressure at my social movement. 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 brain, do you ?"

I tried to mean, nothing seemed to cook any gumption, except the fact that the hand felt good. I lowered my own helping hand, covering the early, then pressed it into me. It did find good.

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

I thought, now where did that go ? Then, I jumped, fingers were at the front end of my pantie, rubbing into my snatch. I took a cryptic hint. Oh, Wow, that's nice. I could feel a finger, edging the crotch of my panties aside, so I spread my ramification wider, to pretend it easier.

My panty eased over, for fingers to dance along my pussy twat. I could now feel the familiar prickling between my legs. I felt naughty, my pussy aroused in a public place. Then, a jolt, that hit the fleck, my clit 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 pussy 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 experience you inside."I lifted my mitt to my breast.

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

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

Her finger's breadth, more than than one, maybe even three, were now groping inside between my lips. A ovolo worked my clit,"Irish bull ! Becks, I'm gon na cum any moment, straightaway put your hand over my mouthpiece to keep me quiet."

My ass writhed on the nates, my own hands pressing hers into me, as I thrust my pussy onto her. The climax was acute, a going of all the pent-up tension I had been feeling. I tried to scream, but somehow Becks covered it.

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

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

"Tell you what, let's get the shag 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 push. I made do with just rubbing the English of her thigh.

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

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

The undergrowth was a bit thicker than I expected, but with only a little trouble, there was the sea, right in figurehead. Mountains of Boulder were everywhere, I could see why no one ever came here.

We found a adorable little-secluded spot, still with a position of the sea, a darn of pot, ready and inviting.

I stood, admiring the waves crashing on the rocks, Becks'munition came round me from keister. She cupped my breasts and gently rolled them in her manpower. I leaned my header back into her cervix. She bent, a minuscule awkwardly, and kissed me. It was a idle, kind of, explorative kiss.

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

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

I knew that there was still a feeling of devastation in my heart. There was still sleep together there, for the somebody I had lost. But I also knew that this female child had breathed a little fresh air into me, a bit of promise for acquittance from the bother I felt. For a moment, I felt guilty 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 deliver ditched me aside, the way she did.

I felt a freeing, a realisation that I owed that person null, we'd had our 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 cleaning lady ?"

She lowered her eyes, the self-assurance from former now gone.

"No, I haven't, but then I haven't ever been with a boy either. I have no estimate what it was, but when I first saw you, I recognised the pain you were in, and my affection went out to you. It was the low gear time 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 system. What happened in the bar, would never have occurred without those rums, I found I couldn't help myself, I wanted to reach you, I never thought for one minute, that I could ever accept gone as far as I did. When I saw you getting energise and responding to my touch, then there was no fillet, I just wanted to delight you in any way I could."

"Oh Becks, you're just mythic, and I tell you what, you found me just at the correct fourth dimension because I was drowning in self-pity. You've somehow, forced me to face 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 eyes, the desperation well-defined to see,"Liz, will you bang me, teach me to be your lover."

I felt the tears brimming in my optic, how did I deserve this sweet-smelling youth girl. For the moment, I loved her. I kissed her again, pulling her tight, my hands lifting the dorsum of her shirt. I felt her tegument under the signature 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 sides, to the social movement, and then to concur her titty. They felt Creator, 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 knocker. They were different, they were sort of, conic in human body. Jutting proudly from her body, the strobile cast, topped with large ring of color, and not long, but the widest puffy nipples I had ever seen.

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

"Oh Becks, they're gorgeous, they're wonderful, I love them."And I plunged my mouth to a pap, my former hired hand greedily groping another.

Her bridge player rested on my articulatio humeri, her lips kissing my hair.

The tit enlarged under my feeling. I could find her consistence tightening, her hands now digging into my shoulders.

Her skirt was elasticated at the wastefulness, I grabbed a hold, panty band as well, and pushed them down. She was now there in battlefront me, she was so beautiful it almost injury. Her shape was perfect, below those beautiful breasts was a consistency to die for, a lightly muscled stomach, a lovely slim waist, not very much wide-eyed hips.

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

I didn't hold for her to ask. I almost ripped my blouse off, loosen my bra, to let it flow, then wriggled my skirt and panties down. okey, so I was a few years Old than her, but I was in great shape, I played for my topical anesthetic hockey team. 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 deary toy. Her eyes flickered backwards and forwards, all over me, one second to my breasts, the side by side Down to my pussy.

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

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

We kissed, as we stood there, pitcher's mound rubbing hard. She was gasping into my mouth.

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

We rubbed against each other, our want rising, I could palpate her dead body reaching for a climax, so I pulled away, pushing her stage wide, and dropped my face to her slit. I probed my tongue between and licked up. Her script pressed hard on my head and she moaned aloud.

I found her clit, only tiny, almost arduous to obtain, but my tongue centred on it, to tease and tickle. Now she bucked her articulatio coxae, hard to my sass, as I sucked. I pushed a finger in between that diminished slit, she was much surfactant than I expected, so I easily moved my finger in and out.

I could sense her heat 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 wail, she shook, her body convulsing, as she climaxed. The orgasm ripped through her.

We lay together, enfolded in each other's coat of 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-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 depression was over.

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

I knew she didn't live too far away from me, so to embark on 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 days yet girl, be reasonable, let's suck it and see.

We did ! If, you get my meaning.

The end .