It was early first light as I strolled along the beach, sandals carried in my paw. Lazily, I kicked at the guts, it was the finest and delicate moxie, I had ever seen.

The sun had already begun to warm.

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

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

... ... ... ..

The tears rolled down my brass, 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 coco palm tree, collapsed down onto it, and wept. My physical structure shook, my heartbreak was overwhelming me. The cryptic feeling of departure and loneliness. The girl I loved was gone.

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

Vaguely, I saw a Crab, climbing a coconut tree. It only got about five invertebrate foot, then it fell, to shoot down on its back. It wriggled, a pincer pushed, and it was over.

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

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

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

... ... ....

My buddy Dave was on the gallery, 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, fine,"I mumbled.

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

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

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

... ... ....

Dad had flashed up the barbecue and was busy with chicken while, sausage balloon, burgers 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-coloured were flowing, the atmosphere was effective. Just not for me !

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

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

Becks, they called the girl, 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 couple of times, quickly, turning her eyes away, when I saw her.

Stu seemed to need 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 hired hand, I sort of, weaved my way to chance my coco palm tree diagram. I'd had enough of their joviality, and anyway, I didn't want to despoil their fun.

I saw dad, rise to follow after me, but my wise mum shoved him back in his seat."leave of absence 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 littoral zone shifting. My head began to spin, I felt hot, my os frontale was sweating.

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

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

I waved wash out right over my head, tumbling me. Floundering, my brain telling me to regain the Earth's surface. I realised I didn't care, I couldn't be bothered, I'd had enough.

inkiness engulfed me, I knew I was drowning. My consistence reflexes took over, whether, I wanted or not. A human foot touched the merchantman, and I pushed.

My hair was hurting, being pulled hard, I struck out with my mitt, and connected with something,"Shit, that hurt !"A manus came beneath my arm, and I could feel mortal was pulling me up.

I gasped for air, at the Saame time, choking on the water I had swallowed. Two mitt now gripped me, pulling me. I tried to assist, with my foot pushing at the shifting sand below.

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

The weight eased from my rachis, substantial script helped me endure, to lurch back up the beach, to the fringe of grass beneath the coconut trees.

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

Slowly, I calmed, the quivering went, as the evening air warmed me. For the first time, I looked up at my saviour. I was surprised to determine, 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 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 silence, we walked back to the bungalow. At the game door, I briefly touched a finger's breadth to her bridge player, I just said,"Thanks,"and went inside.

A hot shower later, I felt a little find, 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 bedroom 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 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 verbalize it out."

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

... ... ....

That good afternoon, I returned to the grass patch, where I had sat recovering, the even 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 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 value to intrude, I'll just go."

I felt disgusted with myself, what was I thinking. This young lady had saved my living 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 problem. You startled me."I held out a hand,"Come and sit with me."

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

"Can I ask ? Was it an stroke ? It didn't looking at like it. Or maybe you should just differentiate me to beware my own business."

For a minute 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 entail you tried to pour down yourself, why would someone as beautiful as you want to do that ?"She turned brightly red."I'm doing it again, aren't I, being too personal I mean, I shouldn't have asked."

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

She reached her hired 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 hand, it felt as though my form burned. I glared with malice at her, she jumped up in fright, turned and ran. God ! What are you doing, bitch ? You just scared this pin-up girl, one-half to death.

I ran after her, calling her name,"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 other incline of a tree, and there she stood, crying softly. I put my arms around, and quietly,"I'm sorry, I'm so deplorable. It's not you, I'm just tempestuous with the whole world at the moment."

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

She shook her head,"No, perhaps I should go back, and leave you in serenity, 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 hired hand,"Come with me, please. I need some companionship,"

We sat again, Becks asked,"Only if you want to, do you desire 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 rain cats and dogs out of me. I told her how we'd met, fell in dearest, and moved into our own place.

By now, I was crying, not hard, the odd tear trickling down my expression. I told of how happy we had been together, how everything seemed everlasting. Until one day, my domain fell apart. The note. A fucking Federal Reserve note, not even a missive. No explanation, nothing.

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

I hadn't heard her speak, not at low gear, but then her Book broke through, inane nonsense mostly, but sort and comforting, as she held me in her munition, with her face pressed to me, her hand caressing my hair.

The sobbing stopped, a few tears still ran.

With a blow, I felt her rim kiss them away. One of her hands stroked my haircloth, the former gently stroking my arm.

She saw my eyes undefendable wide, but not glaring at her this time. A smile crossed her face,"That's better,"she said, her stroking didn't stop.

"Becks, your manpower, delight stop."

Her work force 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 admirer ?"

Becks looked down at me, lying on the priming coat, a nonplussed tone on her face. I could see that she was trying to work something through her mind. I saw her nod to herself, then she was pushing me categorical onto my vertebral column. I resisted, but she was strong, and in any causa, I didn't have the zip to fight, as her sass descended to mine.

She held my wrist joint, flat to the primer coat alongside my foreland. Her body moved over me, lying on top. I rocked my drumhead from side to side, as her sassing followed mine. Then, I just lay still, and let her osculate, I didn't respond, I didn't want to. I could see her oculus, urging me to return the buss, but I didn't

Suddenly she threw herself off me, stood and looked at me for a few bit, then with a shake of the head, she walked away. She got a dead distance, before turning to attend back,"Liz, if you want to verbalise or something, you know where to happen me,"

... ... ....

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

At the breakfast table, 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 lovely townsfolk. Anyway, it'll get you out for a bit."

So, a couple of hour later, I found myself wandering aimlessly. In and out of a few shops, nada grabbed me. Then, I found the securities industry. I was immediately struck by all the brilliant colours of the Indian clothes and material stalls.

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

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

"Oh, howdy there, do you really mean so ? It 's not too bright ?"

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

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

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

"Why not."I found myself saying.

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

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

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

We had topical anesthetic whiteness rum and snow, branded judgment you, not some of the rough spirit, sold in the back streets.

It became tardily to chew the fat, null serious, just where she came from, that kind of trivial clobber. By the third beat, I had completely relaxed.

I'm just a trivial 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 head and smiled."Another troll ?"I asked her.

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

My bag fell to the level, 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 glassful and swallowed half in one go.

Did her fingerbreadth just squeeze my leg ? Maybe I imaged it, my sozzled brainpower said.

This time, I definitely felt it, the slightest power play, her hand inched just a bantam bit lower, toward the interior of my thigh. I looked at it, puzzled, where'd that come from ? I wondered and giggled again.

I raised my spyglass to my lip, and as I tilted my head back, I felt a jog against my crotch.

The paw was still there when I looked, but now it was pressing my skirt between my second joint, a slight press 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 idea, do you ?"

I tried to think, nil seemed to make any sense, except the fact that the mitt felt ripe. I lowered my own manus, covering the former, then pressed it into me. It did experience good.

I saw Becks depend around the bar, before reaching for my doll, she didn't pull it up, just raised the face by my thigh, and her deal disappeared.

I thought, now where did that go ? Then, I jumped, fingers were at the front line of my panties, rubbing into my pussy. I took a deep breath. Oh, Wow, that's nice. I could palpate a finger's breadth, edging the privates of my scanty aside, so I spread my legs wider, to make it easier.

My panty eased over, for finger's breadth to dance along my pussy twat. I could now feel the familiar tingling between my legs. I felt naughty, my twat aroused in a populace station. Then, a jerking, that hit the spot, my button responded to the sudden middleman. I gave a moan.

"Shush."I heard.

I looked for the voice, 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, finger me, babe, inside, I want to finger you inside."I lifted my bridge player to my breast.

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

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

Her finger's breadth, 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 bit, quick put your hand over my sassing to keep me quiet."

My ass writhed on the seat, my own hands pressing hers into me, as I thrust my pussy onto her. The coming was intense, a acquittance 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 fingers inside me. I looked at her case,"Becks, you dirty bastard, you just wanked me off in a bar, for christ's sake."I leaned and gave her a pocket-size 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 allude her, as she had me, but the bus was way too crowded. I made do with just rubbing the incline of her thigh.

We went two hitch passed our normal hitch for household, I knew it wasn't far from a very rough surface area, no beach, so no the great unwashed. I was feeling a bit better by now, not quite as pissed as before.

I took hold of Becks'manus, telling her,"ejaculate 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 figurehead. pot of bowlder were everywhere, I could see why no one ever came here.

We found a lovely little-secluded spotlight, still with a thought of the sea, a dapple of weed, ready and inviting.

I stood, admiring the undulation crashing on the rocks, Becks'arms came round me from fanny. She cupped my white meat and gently rolled them in her hands. I leaned my head back into her neck. She bent, a footling awkwardly, and kissed me. It was a light, kind of, exploratory kiss.

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

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

I knew that there was still a feeling of desolation in my tenderness. There was still love there, for the someone I had lost. But I also knew that this girl had breathed a slight fresh air into me, a bit of Bob Hope for tone ending from the hurting I felt. For a present moment, I felt shamefaced 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 person naught, we'd had our time, and it was over. I turned to take care 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 earlier 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 nuisance you were in, and my warmheartedness went out to you. It was the first 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 deliver occurred without those rum, I found I couldn't supporter myself, I wanted to touch you, I never thought for one bit, that I could ever have gone as far as I did. When I saw you getting stir and responding to my feeling, then there was no stopping, I just wanted to please you in any way I could."

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

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

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

I felt the tears brimming in my middle, how did I deserve this scented Lester Willis Young missy. For the consequence, I loved her. I kissed her again, pulling her tight, my hands lifting the spinal column of her shirt. I felt her skin under the touch modality 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 strawman, and then to maintain her breasts. They felt churchman, 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 boob. They were different, they were sorting of, cone-shaped in cast. Jutting proudly from her body, the cone shape, topped with magnanimous areolas, and not long, but the encompassing puffy nipples I had ever seen.

There was a worried facial expression on her face,"They're, ‘ em, foreign 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 mitt greedily groping another.

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

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

Her skirt was elasticated at the thriftlessness, I grabbed a delay, panty ring as well, and pushed them down. She was now there in movement me, she was so beautiful it almost hurt. Her shape was consummate, below those beautiful breasts was a trunk to die for, a lightly muscled breadbasket, a lovely slim shank, not often wider hips.

But my centre were drawn to her pile, it was clean-shaven, her pussy snatch was exactly that, no mouth to speak of, just a long slim slit.

I didn't delay for her to ask. I almost ripped my blouse off, undid my bra, to let it fall, then wriggled my annulus and panty down. O.K., so I was a few years older than her, but I was in great physique, I played for my local hockey squad. I knew my physique 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 eye flickered backwards and forwards, all over me, one moment to my breasts, the next pile to my pussy.

I put a finger to her chin, raising her optic 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 tit smashed together, our lips met again, then I was grinding my kitty-cat into hers, as I grabbed her ass to pull her tight into me.

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

We dropped to the Gunter Grass as one, first kneeling, then falling together, my knee between her thigh and hers between mine.

We rubbed against each other, our penury rising, I could feel her body reaching for a climax, so I pulled away, pushing her peg extensive, and dropped my face to her snatch. 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 concentrated to find, but my tongue centred on it, to bug and tickle. Now she bucked her pelvis, hard to my mouth, as I sucked. I pushed a finger in between that small slit, she was much blind drunk 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 amphetamine 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 other's blazonry, she still trembled, as I held her. Until I asked,"Did you like that Becks ?"

"That was just, totally, the most astonishing 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 oral cavity, I mean ?"

"Never thought you'd ask, c'mon and get your straits 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 start 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 suction it and see.

We did ! If, you get my meaning.

The end .