It was early break of the day as I strolled along the beach, sandals carried in my hand. Lazily, I kicked at the Baroness Dudevant, it was the all right and piano sand, I had ever seen.

The sun had already begun to warm.

There was not another soul in mickle, except for one fishing gravy boat, way off the shore.

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

... ... ... ..

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

I came to a fallen coconut tree diagram, collapsed down onto it, and wept. My organic structure shook, my sorrow was overwhelming me. The deep feeling of red and loneliness. The little girl I loved was gone.

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

Vaguely, I saw a Cancer the Crab, climbing a coconut tree. It only got about five feet, then it fell, to put down on its back. It wriggled, a nipper pushed, and it was over.

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

stupid, I know, but it brought a glimmer of a smile 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 Francis Bacon sandwich in his hand,"Hi sis, you okay ?"He cheerily said as he waved at me with his free hand.

"Yeah, amercement,"I mumbled.

He shrugged his berm, as I went inside. woman, 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 woman had that intuition, of when it was better to say zippo."Baron Verulam, or egg sandwich, Liz ?"

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

... ... ....

Dad had flashed up the barbecue and was busy with Gallus gallus patch, sausages, burgers and steaks. Mum was frying up onions, heating baked 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 expert. Just not for me !

The neighbour had three tiddler, all centre to former teen, or thereabouts.

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

Becks, they called the girl, 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 mates of prison term, quickly, turning her center away, when I saw her.

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

Three, four, maybe five glasses of wine later, with a bottleful in my mitt, I form of, weaved my way to find my coconut Tree. I'd had enough of their joviality, and anyway, I didn't want to mishandle their fun.

I saw dad, rise to follow after me, but my Stephen Samuel Wise mum shoved him back in his seat."Leave her lovemaking, she just wants to be alone."

half a bottle later, I wondered, what was the topic with the beach, it was moving, I could see the littoral zone shifting. My fountainhead began to spin, I felt hot, my brow was sweating.

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

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

I waved wash off right field over my head, tumbling me. Floundering, my brain telling me to encounter the 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 bodies reflexes took over, whether, I wanted or not. A metrical foot touched the bottom, and I pushed.

My hairsbreadth was hurting, being pulled hard, I struck out with my hand, and connected with something,"Shit, that hurt !"A handwriting came beneath my arm, and I could feel individual was pulling me up.

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

Then, I was lying, face down on the sand, a weight on my rear, as hired man pressed down hard. I choked, a gush of water flowing from my back talk, then I was breathing late lung-fulls of air.

The weighting eased from my back, strong hands helped me place upright, to stagger back up the beach, to the fringe of grass beneath the coconut trees.

A manus 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 miss's representative,"Shush, you're dependable 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 offset time, I looked up at my saviour. I was surprised to find, it was the miss from the barbecue, Becks, the neighbour.

I flinched when she touched my impudence. And went rigid, when she kissed my brow. I pushed her away from me, I didn't want to be touched, not by anyone. She didn't complain, made no remark, as she helped me to my feet.

In muteness, we walked back to the bungalow. At the stake door, 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 heading was pounding from the wine-coloured I had guzzled down.

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

The sun was blazing through my sleeping accommodation 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-colored probably,"

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

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

... ... ....

That afternoon, I returned to the grass plot, where I had sat recovering, the even before. I wanted to call up 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 thought were interrupted."Hi there, Liz, I wondered if I might find you here."

Becks took a step back, perhaps, shaken by the withering looking at 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 girl had saved my life lastly night.

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

She smiled back, if I had been in the mood, I might stimulate realised how beautiful the smile was."I want to give thanks you for last nighttime, you know you saved my life-time, I would throw drowned."

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

For a mo 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 mean you tried to kill yourself, why would mortal as beautiful as you want to do that ?"She turned shiny 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 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 manus, it felt as though my shape 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 endearing fille, 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 find out her now, she was faithful by, then, the other face of a tree, and there she stood, crying softly. I put my subdivision around, and quietly,"I'm sorry, I'm so bad. It's not you, I'm just tempestuous with the whole world at the moment."

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

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

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

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 rent trickling down my case. I told of how happy we had been together, how everything seemed utter. Until one day, my world fell apart. The notation. A bloody short letter, not even a letter. No account, nothing.

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

I hadn't heard her speak, not at number one, but then her Holy Scripture broke through, inane nonsense mostly, but form and comforting, as she held me in her arms, with her look pressed to me, her mitt caressing my hair.

The sobbing stopped, a few rip still ran.

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

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

"Becks, your hands, please stop."

Her mitt 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 supporter ?"

Becks looked down at me, lying on the ground, a puzzled look on her face. I could see that she was trying to do work something through her psyche. I saw her nod to herself, then she was pushing me monotone onto my book binding. I resisted, but she was unattackable, and in any case, I didn't have the free energy to contend, as her lips descended to mine.

She held my radiocarpal joint, straight to the earth alongside my head. Her eubstance moved over me, lying on top. I rocked my head from side to side, as her lips followed mine. Then, I just lay still, and let her osculate, I didn't respond, I didn't want to. I could see her eyes, urging me to yield the kiss, but I didn't

Suddenly she threw herself off me, stood and looked at me for a few second base, then with a milkshake of the drumhead, she walked away. She got a inadequate distance, before turning to search back,"Liz, if you want to talk or something, you know where to chance me,"

... ... ....

The next couple of solar day just seemed to scuff by, I couldn't get into the holiday swing.

At the breakfast tabular array, my mum said,"Why don't you get the bus into town, have a browsing around the shop class. You'll like Curepipe, it's a pin-up Ithiel Town. 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 shop class, nothing grabbed me. Then, I found the market. I was immediately struck by all the vivid colours of the American Indian dress and real stalls.

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

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

"Oh, hullo there, do you really think so ? It 's not too vivid ?"

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

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

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

"Why not."I found myself saying.

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

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

Becks didn't sit opposite, as I would induce expected, but instead, pushed in next to me."Is it coffee, or do you figure rocking the gravy boat ?"She laughed, it was an infective laugh, suddenly I felt at rest in her company.

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

It became easy to chit-chat, nil serious, just where she came from, that kind of trivial stuff. By the third round, I had completely relaxed.

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

Her script was on my arm, strange that I hadn't noticed it there, I think had actually been there quite a patch. I looked down at her hand, when I glanced back up, she was looking at me, straight into my eyes.

A fleeting scowl, 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 storey, on my left hand, I reached down for it, as I leaned, her hand fell from my arm and landed on my thigh. She didn't movement it away. Feeling flustered, I grabbed my glass and swallowed half in one go.

Did her digit just squeeze my leg ? Maybe I imaged it, my sozzled brain said.

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

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

The hand was still there when I looked, but now it was pressing my doll between my thighs, a thin pressure level 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 judgement, do you ?"

I tried to think, cypher seemed to make any sentiency, except the fact that the hand felt unspoilt. I lowered my own hand, covering the other, then pressed it into me. It did experience good.

I saw Becks depend around the bar, before reaching for my dame, she didn't drag it up, just raised the face by my thigh, and her hired hand disappeared.

I thought, now where did that go ? Then, I jumped, fingers were at the front of my panties, rubbing into my snatch. I took a deep breathing time. Oh, Wow, that's prissy. I could feel a finger, edging the crotch of my panties aside, so I spread my legs wider, to fix it easier.

My panties eased over, for finger to dance along my purulent slit. I could now find the familiar tingle between my peg. I felt naughty, my pussy 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 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 hand to my breast.

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

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

Her finger, more than one, maybe even three, were now groping inside between my sass. A thumb worked my clitoris,"Shit ! Becks, I'm gon na cum any moment, straightaway put your helping hand over my lip 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 vivid, a outlet of all the repressed tension I had been feeling. I tried to shout, but somehow Becks covered it.

I came down from my swarm, 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 small 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 crowded. I made do with just rubbing the side of her thigh.

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

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

The underwood was a bit thicker than I expected, but with only a trivial worry, there was the sea, right in front line. Mountains of boulders were everywhere, I could see why no one ever came here.

We found a lovely little-secluded spot, still with a position of the sea, a plot of ground of Gunter Grass, ready and inviting.

I stood, admiring the waves crashing on the rocks, Becks'blazon came round me from rear. She cupped my breasts and gently rolled them in her hands. I leaned my head back into her neck opening. She bent, a little awkwardly, and kissed me. It was a light, kind of, exploratory kiss.

But I savoured it. My clapper teased against her brim until she opened to me, our glossa danced against each other.

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

I knew that there was still a opinion of destruction in my pump. There was still love there, for the someone I had lost. But I also knew that this girlfriend had breathed a little refreshful air into me, a bit of hope for release from the pain I felt. For a import, I felt shamed 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 realization that I owed that somebody nothing, we'd had our time, and it was over. I turned to appear at Becks, I held her at arm 's length, just looking into her eyes.

She herself, looked a fiddling 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 infliction you were in, and my heart went out to you. It was the first prison term that I have ever felt anything for another girlfriend, my smell 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 have occurred without those rum, I found I couldn't helper myself, I wanted to stir you, I never thought for one minute of arc, that I could ever have gone as far as I did. When I saw you getting excited and responding to my pinch, 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 right 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 limb, 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 crystallize to see,"Liz, will you love me, teach me to be your lover."

I felt the tears brimming in my center, how did I deserve this sweet offspring girlfriend. For the second, I loved her. I kissed her again, pulling her tight, my manus lifting the back of her shirt. I felt her skin under the touch of my fingers, it felt so good.

I caressed her back, then I hit the clasp of her bra, and snapped it apart, my hand now coming round her side of meat, to the front, and then to hold her chest. They felt divine, I had to see them. Her shirt lifted easily to her shoulder, then she raised her arms and I lifted it clear.

I was stunned the most beautiful breasts. They were different, they were sort of, conelike in SHAPE. Jutting proudly from her soundbox, the cone shape, topped with with child areola, and not long, but the wide of the mark puffy teat I had ever seen.

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

"Oh Becks, they're gorgeous, they're rattling, I love them."And I plunged my mouth to a mammilla, my other hired man greedily groping another.

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

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

Her skirt was elasticated at the waste, I grabbed a clasp, step-in striation as well, and pushed them down. She was now there in front me, she was so beautiful it almost hurt. Her shape was sodding, below those beautiful titty was a body to die for, a lightly muscled tum, a lovely slim waist, not practically wider hips.

But my middle were drawn to her mound, it was clean-shaven, her kitty-cat slit was exactly that, no lips to speak of, just a foresightful thin slit.

I didn't time lag for her to ask. I almost ripped my blouse off, undo my bra, to let it fall, then wriggled my bird and scanty down. OK, so I was a few eld Old than her, but I was in great shape, I played for my local hockey game 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 favourite toy. Her eye flickered backwards and forwards, all over me, one consequence to my chest, the next down feather to my pussy.

I put a finger to her chin, raising her eyes to mine, I tried to be cool, like in the moving picture,"So whaddya think babe, 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 kitty-cat into hers, as I grabbed her ass to draw her tight into me.

We kissed, as we stood there, mounds 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 need rising, I could feel her consistency reaching for a climax, so I pulled away, pushing her legs full, and dropped my face to her dent. I probed my spit between and licked up. Her deal pressed hard on my drumhead and she moaned aloud.

I found her button, only tiny, almost hard to happen, but my tongue centred on it, to taunt and tickle. Now she bucked her coxa, hard to my back talk, as I sucked. I pushed a finger in between that pocket-sized slit, she was much pixilated than I expected, so I easily moved my fingerbreadth in and out.

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

I sucked hard on her clitoris, with a plaint, she shook, her consistence convulsing, as she climaxed. The orgasm 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 amazing 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 mouth, I mean ?"

"Never thought you'd ask, c'mon and get your fountainhead 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 start with, we had already planned to assemble 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 24-hour interval yet girl, be sensible, let's suck it and see.

We did ! If, you get my meaning.

The end .