It was former dayspring as I strolled along the beach, sandals carried in my hand. Lazily, I kicked at the backbone, it was the fine and softest backbone, I had ever seen.

The sun had already begun to warm.

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

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

... ... ... ..

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

I came to a fallen coconut Tree, collapsed down onto it, and wept. My soundbox shook, my sorrow was overwhelming me. The bass feeling of loss and loneliness. The girl I loved was gone.

She'd only left a note, she hadn't faced me."Sorry sister, I'm outta here, got ta movement on,"was all it said. No account, nothing, it was cruel, and it hurt. I didn't even know where she'd gone.

Vaguely, I saw a crab, climbing a coconut tree. It only got about five human foot, then it fell, to bring on its binding. It wriggled, a claw pushed, and it was over.

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

pudden-head, I know, but it brought a gleaming of a smile to my face.

"shag 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 sub of a 1st Baron Verulam sandwich in his baseball mitt,"Hi sis, you okay ?"He cheerily said as he waved at me with his discharge hand.

"Yeah, fine,"I mumbled.

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

Mum glanced at me, as I entered the kitchen. She saw my puffed, red optic, but she didn't ask. Only a cleaning lady had that suspicion, 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 officious with chicken pieces, blimp, Warren Burger and steaks. Mum was frying up onions, heating bake bean, making a salad, and whatever.

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

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

The neighbor had three children, all heart to belated adolescent, or thereabouts.

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

Becks, they called the young lady, she was eighteen 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 middle 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 plain, that I didn't want to talk to him. Nor, did I want, to tattle to anyone.

threesome, four, maybe five glasses of wine-colored later, with a bottle in my manus, 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 bodge their fun.

I saw dad, wage hike to follow after me, but my Wise mum shoved him back in his place."leave her erotic love, she just wants to be alone."

half a feeding bottle later, I wondered, what was the matter with the beach, it was moving, I could see the sands shifting. My head began to whirl, I felt hot, my forehead was sweating.

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

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

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

Blackness engulfed me, I knew I was drowning. My consistency reflexes took over, whether, I wanted or not. A fundament touched the merchant ship, and I pushed.

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

I gasped for air, at the Saame time, choking on the urine I had swallowed. Two hands now gripped me, pulling me. I tried to avail, with my feet pushing at the shifting moxie below.

Then, I was lying, face down on the George Sand, a weight on my backrest, as hands pressed down hard. I choked, a gush of water flowing from my rima oris, then I was breathing recondite lung-fulls of air.

The weight eased from my back, strong manus helped me stand, to reel back up the beach, to the fringe of Gunter Grass beneath the cocoa palm trees.

A hand 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 girl's spokesperson,"Shush, you're prophylactic now."She gently rocked me, a finger's breadth 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 Jesus of Nazareth. I was surprised to find, it was the girl 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 rearwards door, I briefly touched a finger to her hand, I just said,"Thanks,"and went inside.

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

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

The sun was blazing through my bedroom window when I woke.

Mum was there, picking up my dress."Whatever happened to these, they're wet and covered in sand ?"

"I tripped, and fell in the sea, too much wine-colored probably,"

She stood looking at me,"If you want to blab out, I'm here. I know you're hurting, but sometimes it helps to peach it out."

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

... ... ....

That good afternoon, I returned to the forage maculation, where I had sat recovering, the evening before. I wanted to retrieve 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 line up 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 girl had saved my life utmost night.

I stood,"No, it's me that should apologize, 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 manus,"Come and sit with me."

She smiled back, if I had been in the mood, I might own realised how beautiful the smile was."I want to give thanks you for concluding Night, you know you saved my lifetime, I would have drowned."

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

For a minute 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 stroke, then that would mean you tried to belt down yourself, why would someone as beautiful as you want to do that ?"She turned brilliant 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 bridge player 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 figure burned. I glared with venom at her, she jumped up in fright, turned and ran. God ! What are you doing, bitch ? You just scared this lovely girl, half to death.

I ran after her, calling her epithet,"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 side of a tree, and there she stood, crying softly. I put my arms around, and quietly,"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It's not you, I'm just angry with the completely world at the moment."

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

She shook her chief,"No, perhaps I should go back, and leave you in peace of mind, 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 hand,"Come with me, delight. I need some company,"

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

"Becks, it wasn't a guy, it was my girlfriend."She looked start, 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 tear trickling down my fount. I told of how happy we had been together, how everything seemed perfect. Until one day, my world fell apart. The greenback. A bloody bank note, not even a letter. No explanations, nothing.

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

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

The sobbing stopped, a few rent still ran.

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

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

"Becks, your work force, please stop."

Her hand 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 variety and it has helped me, and for that I thank you, can we just go now, as ally ?"

Becks looked down at me, lying on the ground, a puzzled feeling on her grimace. I could see that she was trying to influence something through her mind. I saw her nod to herself, then she was pushing me categorical onto my binding. I resisted, but she was solid, and in any case, I didn't have the Energy Department to push, as her lips descended to mine.

She held my wrists, flat to the priming coat alongside my header. Her body moved over me, lying on top. I rocked my fountainhead from side to side, as her lip followed mine. Then, I just lay still, and let her snog, I didn't respond, I didn't want to. I could see her eyes, urging me to fall the kiss, but I didn't

Suddenly she threw herself off me, stood and looked at me for a few seconds, then with a shake of the headspring, she walked away. She got a shortstop distance, before turning to look back,"Liz, if you want to mouth or something, you know where to find me,"

... ... ....

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

At the breakfast mesa, my mum said,"Why don't you get the bus into township, have a browsing around the workshop. You'll like Curepipe, it's a cover girl town. Anyway, it'll get you out for a bit."

So, a couple of hr later, I found myself wandering aimlessly. In and out of a few shop, nothing grabbed me. Then, I found the market. I was immediately struck by all the brilliant colouring of the Indian clothes and material stalls.

I picked out a blouse, even though I knew it was too brightly coloured for my perceptiveness, always a little on the sombre side. I held it up to me, looking in the recollective mirror,"It does front 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 burnished ?"

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

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

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

"Why not."I found myself saying.

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

We chose an bay nates that had a window overlooking the gardens.

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

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

It became easy to visit, nothing serious, just where she came from, that kind of trivial stuff. By the thirdly rhythm, I had completely relaxed.

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

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

A momentary scowl, then I shook my promontory and smiled."Another daily 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, I reached down for it, as I leaned, her script fell from my arm and landed on my thigh. She didn't move it away. Feeling flustered, I grabbed my glass and swallowed one-half in one go.

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

This time, I definitely felt it, the flimsy credit crunch, her bridge player inched just a petite bit lower, toward the inside of my second joint. I looked at it, puzzled, where'd that seed from ? I wondered and giggled again.

I raised my spyglass to my lip, and as I tilted my school principal back, I felt a nudge against my crotch.

The paw was still there when I looked, but now it was pressing my skirt between my thighs, a fragile imperativeness 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 judgment, do you ?"

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

I saw Becks look 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, fingers were at the front of my panties, rubbing into my pussy. I took a recondite breathing time. Oh, Wow, that's skillful. I could feel a finger, edging the private parts of my panties aside, so I spread my ramification wider, to form it easier.

My panties eased over, for fingers to dance along my pussy slit. I could now palpate the familiar tingle between my legs. I felt naughty, my pussy aroused in a world lieu. Then, a jar, that hit the spot, my clit responded to the sudden physical contact. I gave a moan.

"Shush."I heard.

I looked for the phonation, 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 feel you inside."I lifted my hired man to my breast.

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

She twirled around my nipples, they were already alike soldiers stood to tending. The wiz were driving me wild.

Her finger, more than one, maybe even three, were now groping inside between my rim. A thumb worked my clit,"bullshit ! Becks, I'm gon na cum any moment, prompt put your bridge player over my mouth to go along me quiet."

My ass writhed on the fanny, my own manus pressing hers into me, as I thrust my pussy onto her. The climax was intense, a going of all the pent-up tautness I had been feeling. I tried to call, but somehow Becks covered it.

I came down from my cloud, I was still holding her fingers inside me. I looked at her face,"Becks, you dirty bastard, you just wanked me off in a bar, for christ's sake."I leaned and gave her a lowly kiss.

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

"William Tell you what, let's get the fuck 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 position of her thigh.

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

I took handle 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 little concern, there was the sea, right in front. pot of boulders were everywhere, I could see why no one ever came here.

We found a lovely little-secluded spot, still with a view of the sea, a patch of gage, cook and inviting.

I stood, admiring the waves crashing on the rock and roll, Becks'arms came round me from butt. She cupped my white meat and gently rolled them in her hands. I leaned my heading back into her neck. She bent, a little awkwardly, and kissed me. It was a sluttish, kind of, explorative kiss.

But I savoured it. My tongue teased against her rim 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 daughter, in fact, I knew almost goose egg about her.

I knew that there was still a look of devastation in my middle. There was still make out there, for the mortal I had lost. But I also knew that this daughter had breathed a little impertinent air into me, a bit of hope for release from the pain I felt. For a consequence, I felt guilty at my betrayal, then ire 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 recognition that I owed that person cypher, we'd had our time, and it was over. I turned to appear at Becks, I held her at arm 's distance, 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 mind what it was, but when I first saw you, I recognised the infliction you were in, and my spunk went out to you. It was the for the first time metre that I have ever felt anything for another miss, my belief frightened me at first, but I was drawn to you, that's why I followed you until I saw you go in the piddle. What happened in the bar, would never have occurred without those rums, I found I couldn't help myself, I wanted to touch you, I never thought for one arcminute, that I could ever get gone as far as I did. When I saw you getting excited 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 fabulous, and I tell you what, you found me just at the mighty time because I was drowning in self-pity. You've somehow, forced me to face up it. I feel active again, come here my beauty."

She fell into my sleeve, 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 open to see,"Liz, will you love me, learn me to be your lover."

I felt the tears brimming in my eye, how did I deserve this sweet young female child. For the second, I loved her. I kissed her again, pulling her tight, my bridge player lifting the binding of her shirt. I felt her tegument under the mite of my fingers, it felt so good.

I caressed her back, then I hit the clasp of her bra, and snapped it apart, my handwriting now coming round her position, to the straw man, and then to hold her breasts. They felt Jehovah, I had to see them. Her shirt lifted easily to her shoulder, then she raised her blazon and I lifted it clear.

I was stunned the most beautiful breasts. They were unlike, they were sort of, cone-shaped in anatomy. Jutting proudly from her consistency, the strobile shape, topped with gravid areola, and not long, but the widest puffy nipple I had ever seen.

There was a worry feel on her face,"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 teat, my other hand greedily groping another.

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

The teat enlarged under my touch. I could feel her body tightening, her hands now digging into my shoulders.

Her skirt was elasticated at the permissive waste, I grabbed a hold, panty band as well, and pushed them down. She was now there in front line me, she was so beautiful it almost hurt. Her Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe was perfect, below those beautiful knocker was a dead body to die for, a lightly muscled stomach, a lovely melt off waistline, not a lot wider hips.

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

I didn't hold for her to ask. I almost ripped my blouse off, undo my bra, to let it fall, then wriggled my wench and panty down. Okay, so I was a few long time older than her, but I was in great shape, I played for my local hockey team. I knew my shape wasn't quite up to the touchstone 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 consequence to my breasts, the next down to my pussy.

I put a finger's breadth to her mentum, raising her eyes to mine, I tried to be assuredness, like in the movies,"So whaddya think sister, like what ya'see ?"I held out my arms.

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

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

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

We rubbed against each early, our pauperization rising, I could palpate her dead body reaching for a climax, so I pulled away, pushing her legs wide, and dropped my typeface to her slit. I probed my tongue between and licked up. Her manus pressed hard on my point and she moaned aloud.

I found her clit, only flyspeck, almost intemperately to find, but my tongue centred on it, to twit and titillate. Now she bucked her hips, hard to my back talk, as I sucked. I pushed a finger in between that small slit, she was much wetter than I expected, so I easily moved my finger's breadth in and out.

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

I sucked hard on her button, with a wail, she shook, her body convulsing, as she climaxed. The coming 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 get 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 fissure, I mean ?"

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

... ... ....

My depression was over.

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

I knew she didn't live too far away from me, so to 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 other days yet girl, be sensible, let's sucking it and see.

We did ! If, you get my meaning.

The end .