It was other morning as I strolled along the beach, sandals carried in my hand. Lazily, I kicked at the sand, it was the ok and indulgent sand, 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 creation. I should be feeling ecstatic to be in a place like this.

... ... ... ..

The tears rolled down my boldness, 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 tree, collapsed down onto it, and wept. My body shook, my grief was overwhelming me. The deep touch of loss and solitariness. The young woman I loved was gone.

She'd only left a banknote, she hadn't faced me."Sorry infant, I'm outta here, got ta move on,"was all it said. No account, nada, it was savage, and it hurt. I didn't even lie with where she'd gone.

Vaguely, I saw a crab, climbing a coconut Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. It only got about five feet, then it fell, to land on its rachis. It wriggled, a claw pushed, and it was over.

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

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

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

... ... ....

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

"Yeah, fine,"I mumbled.

He shrugged his articulatio humeri, as I went inside. fair sex, he thought, a foreign 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 intuition, of when it was better to say zilch."Roger Bacon, or egg sandwich, Liz ?"

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

... ... ....

Dad had flashed up the barbecue and was busy with poulet pieces, sausages, burgers and steaks. Mum was frying up onions, heating baked beans, making a salad, and whatever.

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

Not much later, the medicine was playing, the beer and wine-colored were flowing, the atmosphere was skillful. Just not for me !

The neighbours had three minor, all in-between to tardy teens, or thereabouts.

The boy, Stu was probably the one-time at around 19 or twenty, I guessed. The other boy was the youthful, by quite a bit.

Becks, they called the girl, she was eighteen to nineteen, pretty, but not in a gaudy way, I barely noticed her, but I had caught her looking at me a span of times, 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 complain, that I didn't want to talk to him. Nor, did I want, to talk to anyone.

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

I saw dad, climb to follow after me, but my wise mum shoved him back in his arse."Leave her erotic 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 gumption shifting. My headway began to spin, 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 placard it.

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

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

lightlessness engulfed me, I knew I was drowning. My trunk reflexes took over, whether, I wanted or not. A foot touched the seat, and I pushed.

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

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

Then, I was lying, face down on the sand, a weight unit on my backrest, as mitt pressed down hard. I choked, a gush of water flowing from my rima oris, then I was breathing deep lung-fulls of air.

The weight eased from my back, potent custody helped me stand, to stagger back up the beach, to the fringe of grass beneath the coconut palm trees.

A helping hand raked the whisker, stuck to my facial expression, another round my articulatio humeri, holding me, as I began to tremble. The flood-gates opened, as I cried. A mild female child's voice,"Shush, you're rubber now."She gently rocked me, a finger wiping at my tears.

Slowly, I calmed, the trembling went, as the evening air warmed me. For the first clip, I looked up at my Saviour. I was surprised to detect, it was the girl from the barbeque, Becks, the neighbour.

I flinched when she touched my buttock. 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 gossip, as she helped me to my feet.

In silence, we walked back to the bungalow. At the gage door, I briefly touched a finger's breadth to her mitt, I just said,"Thanks,"and went inside.

A hot rain shower later, I felt a little recovered, although my brain 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 windowpane when I woke.

Mum was there, picking up my wearing apparel."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 tattle, I'm here. I know you're hurting, but sometimes it helps to spill the beans it out."

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

... ... ....

That afternoon, I returned to the pasturage spell, 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 accident ? I knew it had scared me, I was shaking again, with just thinking through it.

My opinion were interrupted."Hi there, Liz, I wondered if I might find you here."

Becks took a stone's throw back, perhaps, shaken by the withering spirit I gave her. She stammered,"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to horn in, I'll just go."

I felt disgusted with myself, what was I thinking. This girlfriend had saved my life-time stopping point night.

I stood,"No, it's me that should apologise, I didn't mean to be bad-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 mood, I might consume realised how beautiful the grinning was."I want to thank you for live night, you know you saved my lifetime, I would consume drowned."

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

For a hour a kept my eyes to the George 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 fortuity, then that would imply 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 talk about it, it hurts too much."

She reached her manus 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 anatomy burned. I glared with venom at her, she jumped up in fear, turned and ran. God ! What are you doing, bitch ? 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 anything against you."

I could get word her now, she was close by, then, the other side of meat of a tree, and there she stood, crying softly. I put my arms around, and quietly,"I'm sorry, I'm so good-for-nothing. It's not you, I'm just angry with the whole populace at the moment."

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

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

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

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 decant out of me. I told her how we'd met, fell in passion, and moved into our own place.

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

I rolled to the flat coat, curled in a ball and cried. I cried, like never before in my animation. The cocksucker racked my body, my fist pummelled the ground.

I hadn't heard her speak, not at first, but then her watchword broke through, inane gimcrack mostly, but kind and comforting, as she held me in her arms, with her cheek pressed to me, her helping hand caressing my hair.

The sobbing stopped, a few rent still ran.

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

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

"Becks, your hired hand, please stop."

Her hired man 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 Quaker ?"

Becks looked down at me, lying on the primer, a amaze smell 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 flavorless onto my vertebral column. I resisted, but she was strong, and in any face, I didn't have the energy to push, as her lips descended to mine.

She held my wrists, flat to the ground alongside my mind. Her consistency moved over me, lying on top. I rocked my top dog from position 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 centre, urging me to devolve the buss, but I didn't

Suddenly she threw herself off me, stood and looked at me for a few secondment, then with a shingle of the head, she walked away. She got a short length, before turning to await back,"Liz, if you want to talk or something, you know where to feel me,"

... ... ....

The next couple of days just seemed to drag by, I couldn't get into the holiday swing.

At the breakfast table, my mum said,"Why don't you get the bus into 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 pair of hour 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 superb colours of the Indian clothes and material stalls.

I picked out a blouse, even though I knew it was too brightly coloured for my mouthful, always a footling on the sombre side. 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 mean so ? It 's not too undimmed ?"

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

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

On an pulse, I decided to buy it. After I had paid, Becks asked me,"illusion a deep brown or maybe something secure ? I know just the place."

"Why not."I found myself saying.

It was a endearing bar, existent old-fashioned, in a French colonial manner, but spotlessly sportsmanlike and tastefully decorated.

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

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

We had local Caucasian rum and coke, branded idea you, not some of the rough disembodied spirit, sold in the stake streets.

It became tardily to chat, cypher sober, just where she came from, that kind of trivial hooey. By the third gear round, 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 mitt, when I glanced back up, she was looking at me, straight into my eyes.

A fleeting frown, then I shook my pass 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 left field, I reached down for it, as I leaned, her helping hand fell from my arm and landed on my thigh. She didn't move it away. Feeling flustered, I grabbed my drinking glass and swallowed one-half in one go.

Did her fingers just squeeze my leg ? Maybe I imaged it, my sozzled mentality said.

This clip, I definitely felt it, the slight squeeze, her hand inched just a lilliputian bit lower, toward the interior of my second joint. I looked at it, puzzled, where'd that seed from ? I wondered and giggled again.

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

The hand was still there when I looked, but now it was pressing my bird between my second joint, a cold-shoulder force per unit area at my figurehead. 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 mind, do you ?"

I tried to think, nada seemed to construct any sense, except the fact that the hand felt serious. I lowered my own hand, covering the other, then pressed it into me. It did feel good.

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

I thought, now where did that go ? Then, I jumped, digit were at the battlefront of my panties, rubbing into my cunt. I took a mysterious breathing time. Oh, Wow, that's nice. I could feel a finger, edging the crotch of my panties aside, so I spread my wooden leg wider, to make it easier.

My panties eased over, for digit to trip the light fantastic along my pussycat dent. I could now palpate the fellow tingle between my stage. I felt naughty, my kitty aroused in a public place. Then, a jolt, that hit the spot, 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 puss Becks ?"

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

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

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

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

Her fingers, more than one, maybe even three, were now groping inside between my lips. A pollex worked my clit,"cocksucker ! Becks, I'm gon na cum any moment, prompt put your hand over my back talk 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 orgasm was intense, a dismissal 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 side,"Becks, you dirty bastard, you just wanked me off in a bar, for Good Shepherd's sake."I leaned and gave her a pocket-sized 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 rival her, as she had me, but the bus was way too push. I made do with just rubbing the face of her thigh.

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

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

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

We found a pin-up little-secluded situation, still with a vista of the sea, a patch of grass, set and inviting.

I stood, admiring the wafture crashing on the rocks, Becks'weaponry came round me from behind. She cupped my breasts and gently rolled them in her handwriting. I leaned my brain back into her neck. She bent, a little awkwardly, and kissed me. It was a light, kind of, explorative kiss.

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

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

I knew that there was still a feeling of devastation in my heart. There was still love there, for the person I had lost. But I also knew that this girlfriend had breathed a minuscule fresh air into me, a bit of hope for release from the nuisance I felt. For a here and now, 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 bear ditched me aside, the way she did.

I felt a release, a realisation that I owed that soul nothing, we'd had our metre, 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 small apprehensive.

"Becks, have you ever been with another cleaning lady ?"

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

"No, I haven't, but then I haven't ever been with a boy either. I have no mind what it was, but when I first saw you, I recognised the pain in the neck you were in, and my heart went out to you. It was the first time that I have ever felt anything for another young lady, 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 make occurred without those rum, I found I couldn't assistant myself, I wanted to reach you, I never thought for one instant, that I could ever accept gone as far as I did. When I saw you getting excited and responding to my touch, then there was no fillet, I just wanted to please you in any way I could."

"Oh Becks, you're just mythological, and I tell you what, you found me just at the rectify time 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 munition, her smile brighter than the sun. I kissed her, perhaps more tenderly than I've ever kissed before.

She gazed into my eyes, the despair clear to see,"Liz, will you get it on me, teach me to be your lover."

I felt the rip brimming in my oculus, how did I deserve this sweet young girl. For the here and now, I loved her. I kissed her again, pulling her tight, my hands lifting the book binding of her shirt. I felt her skin under the touch of my digit, it felt so good.

I caressed her back, then I hit the clutch of her bra, and snapped it apart, my men now coming round her incline, to the nominal head, and then to hold her tit. They felt divine, I had to see them. Her shirt lifted easily to her shoulders, then she raised her sleeve and I lifted it clear.

I was stunned the most beautiful breasts. They were dissimilar, they were sort of, conical in shape. Jutting proudly from her soundbox, the cone configuration, topped with big areolas, and not long, but the wide of the mark puffy nipples I had ever seen.

There was a occupy tone on her 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 back talk to a mammilla, my other hand greedily groping another.

Her hands rested on my shoulders, her lips kissing my hair.

The nipples enlarged under my speck. I could feel her organic structure tightening, her hand now digging into my shoulders.

Her skirt was elasticated at the permissive waste, I grabbed a keep, scanty dance band as well, and pushed them down. She was now there in social movement me, she was so beautiful it almost injury. Her SHAPE was perfect, below those beautiful boob was a body to die for, a lightly muscled tum, a lovely slight waistline, not much full hips.

But my eyes were drawn to her mound, it was clean-shaven, her twat slit was exactly that, no back talk to address of, just a long thin slit.

I didn't hold for her to ask. I almost ripped my blouse off, undid my bra, to let it fall, then wriggled my doll and panties down. okey, so I was a few years one-time 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 criterion of Becks ’, but I had always been complimented.

Becks looked at me like a kid with a new front-runner toy. Her eyes flickered backwards and forwards, all over me, one moment to my breasts, the future Down to my pussy.

I put a digit to her mentum, raising her centre 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 back talk met again, then I was grinding my pussy into hers, as I grabbed her ass to pull her tight into me.

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

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

We rubbed against each early, our need rising, I could feel her body reaching for a climax, so I pulled away, pushing her branch astray, and dropped my look to her slit. I probed my glossa between and licked up. Her hands pressed hard on my top dog and she moaned aloud.

I found her clitoris, only diminutive, almost toilsome to feel, but my tongue centred on it, to tease and tickle. Now she bucked her hips, hard to my rima oris, as I sucked. I pushed a finger's breadth in between that small slit, she was much wetter than I expected, so I easily moved my digit in and out.

I could sense her passion rising fast, I added another finger and pushed harder and deeper, increasing the velocity 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 limb, 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 sassing, I mean ?"

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

... ... ....

My depression was over.

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

I knew she didn't live too far away from me, so to bulge 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 too soon sidereal day yet girl, be sensible, let's suction it and see.

We did ! If, you get my meaning.

The end .