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Somewhere on a beach
Chapter 1 - Something sweet
Somewhere on a beach
Chapter 1 - Something sweet
Chelsey rolled over on the bed and cracked one eye open. ‘Sure as hell beats waking up at home’, she thought as she looked up at the ceiling. Morning sunlight was already flowing through the gauze curtains into the bedroom of her cottage. She closed her eyes and stretched on the bed, yawning. ‘What time is it… ah, who cares.’
She lay on the bed with her eyes closed for a moment longer, enjoying the warm morning air. This time of the year, waking up at home was an exercise of self-control: having to drag oneself from underneath the duvet into the chilly bathroom, either wait forever for the water to heat up or deal with the teeth-chatteringly cold shower, then get dressed, breakfast, yada yada yada. Here, on the other hand… She’d slept the night without even a sheet for a blanket, naked as the day she was born… well, except for one thing. In the evening, she’d tied a scarf around her waist and used another to fashion a ‘crotch scarf’ of sorts, laying the soft, slick fabric to rest over her nether lips. Not that she needed to wear anything to bed - more than anything just because she’d felt like being a bit naughty. Her hand crept to the scarves, finding the crotch scarf had wound itself into a narrow band that rested right over her slit.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Chelsey was taking a vacation. It had taken about a year of saving - and almost as long to talk her boss into letting her go - but now she was waking up into the second day of her two-week beach holiday. Two weeks of sun, sand and… well, she didn’t know yet what else. She’d gotten here late in the evening the day before yesterday and had spent most of yesterday sleeping or laying on the beach. Now, after a good night’s sleep, she felt like she was ready to see what the resort had to offer.
Half an hour later she was drinking her morning coffee, the plate in front of her covered in croissant crumbs. ‘Good thing they serve breakfast until afternoon’, Chelsey thought. The sun was already so high up in the sky that she was grateful for the parasol that covered the table. She’d chosen to wear a bright orange two-piece swimsuit, a floppy straw hat over her dirty blonde hair and a pair of flipflops - and even that felt like it was a bit too much for the weather. The resort had a strict no-nudity policy, although as long as you made the effort to wear something, they didn’t really care what it was.
Chelsey let her eyes drift across the beach. The rays of the sun glinted off the waves, making her grateful for the sunglasses. When she’d put the oversize frames on, she couldn’t have helped grinning with the memory of wearing them the first time. They were the exact same pair she’d worn when Magda had ‘roped her in’ - in more ways than one - to fill in for a broken mannequin in her store. When Chelsey had told Magda she was going for a vacation, the redheaded shopkeeper had given her the sunglasses and told her to “find a pretty little island girl to take good care of those lovely toesies of yours”.
Magda’s words rang in her head as Chelsey’s eyes stopped on a woman walking down the beach. A tiny little blonde - probably all of five feet in heels - in black bikini, a translucent pareo tied around her hips, wearing what looked like aqua socks. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses with rose-tinted round lenses. There was something about her - the atrocious footwear aside - that made Chelsey unable to take her eyes off her. Petite, tiny even, she still carried herself like she was six feet tall, she was tanned enough to suggest she’d been here for more than a day and a half. Chelsey realized she was licking her lips and quickly raised her coffee cup to her mouth. Sipping the bitter drink, she still found herself wondering what the blonde’s feet looked like inside those aqua socks…
For the day, there wasn’t much to do besides lay on the beach. Turns out, the resort did have all sorts of activities available, but Chelsey had decided that at least today, she was just going to lay on a lounger and soak up the rays… getting up only to make the necessary trips back to the bar to make sure she stayed hydrated. Which turned out to be surprisingly pleasant, given that the bartender turned out to be such a hottie… who apparently liked to flirt back.
Late afternoon found Chelsey perched atop a barstool, watching as the bartender mixed yet another margarita for another customer. Once that was done and served, she returned to where Chelsey was nursing the dregs of her mojito.
“Do you need a refill”, the bartender asked, pointing at the almost empty glass.
Chelsey drained the few remaining drops from the tall glass and set it down. “Um… You wouldn’t by any chance have something… non-alcoholic?”
The bartender laughed and set a glass of sparkling water in front of Chelsey. “Honey, this is a bar, not a liquor store. Besides, I don’t want you falling off that stool… at least not yet.”
Chelsey looked at her - not a great burden, given how beautiful she was. Nearly black hair falling past her shoulders complemented her slightly darker skin, of which her uniform (or the lack of it) showed plenty of… “Not yet?”, Chelsey asked.
The bartender grinned. “I thought you got here the day before yesterday? Where were you last night?”
“Asleep in the bed”, Chelsey said, feeling a bit sheepish. “I was so fucking tired.”
“Well, if you’re still tired, I suggest you go get some shut-eye before the evening. Believe me, this place wakes up at 10pm. You won’t want to miss it.”
“Is that so”, Chelsey asked. “And will you be there, too?”
“Yes, I will”, the bartender said with a wink. “Working.”
“Ahh, boo. All work and no play…”
“...makes Sanya a dull girl, I know. But a girl’s gotta earn a living, you know”, the bartender said. She moved over to serve another customer, leaving Chelsey to her drink.
An hour or so later, Chelsey decided to take Sanya’s advice. She made her way to her cottage and got in. Inside, it was marginally cooler than outside, but - after checking that the blinds were closed - she quickly undressed before taking a quick shower and heading for bed. Laying down with her eyes closed, her thoughts kept returning to the petite blonde she’d seen in the morning. ‘Those atrocious shoes’, she thought… and found herself thinking what her feet might look like inside the shoes. ‘Look… and taste…’, she thought as her right hand started to slide toward her crotch...
After a lengthy nap and a late dinner, Chelsey walked back to the bar a little after 10pm. Even from afar, it was obvious Sanya hadn’t exaggerated. The beach bar shone through the dusk like a beacon and the music could be heard from a long way off. Whereas in the afternoon there had been only a few people, right now the place was packed. Wearing her blue sundress, the dirty-blonde made her way to the bar through the throng and found Sanya busy with drink orders. Instead of her earlier skimpy uniform, the brunette was wearing a skintight t-shirt and capris in the resort colors (red and orange).
“Hiya, sleepyhead. Had a good nap”, she greeted Chelsey while loading the shaker.
“Who said I was sleeping?”
“Honey, you still have a pillow impression on your cheek.”
“Let me rephrase that - who said I was only sleeping”, Chelsey said with an exaggerated wink.
“Ooooh, had fun? Well, that’s what this place is for. What was he like?”
Chelsey said nothing, merely standing there with a smile on her face. After a second or two, Sanya looked at her with a raised eyebrow - and then Chelsey could see understanding spread on her face. “Aaaaaah, so that is the case, then… Would you like something to drink?”
“Oh, are you buying me drinks now?”
“No, you’re buying. I’m just making them.”
“Yeah, I’d like something… gimme something sweet.”
Grinning, Sanya reached for a new shaker and a bottle of vodka. A few moments later she set a tall glass filled with red/orange liquid in front of Chelsey. “Here you go.”
Chelsey looked at the glass and then back at Sanya, her eyebrow raised. “Sex on the beach? Really?”
Sanya merely grinned even wider, winked at Chelsey and moved on to serve another customer.
Chelsey picked up the glass and took a sip. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the drink, but… ‘The only way she could be more obvious was to write FUCK ME on her forehead with fluorescent paint’, Chelsey mused. ‘Well, it’s not like I’d pass on the opportunity.’
As the night wore on, Chelsey rarely left the stool. Sanya was running to and fro, but somehow she did find the time to keep flirting with Chelsey. The dirty-blonde was two thirds through her second drink - a caipirinha - when Sanya stopped in front of her. The brunette leaned forward to pick up a pair of empty glasses, her face a few centimeters from Chelsey’s ear.
“My break is coming up in a minute. Drink that and follow me”, she whispered. Chelsey looked up to see Sanya wink at her as she moved on.
‘Fuck yes.’ Chelsey downed the rest of her drink and shoved the glass away. Another bartender snapped it up as the dirty-blonde slid off her stool. She spotted Sanya washing her hands at the end of the bar and headed that way. They found each other just as Sanya stepped off the wooden deck of the bar onto the sand. The bartender grabbed Chelsey by the hand and began pulling her toward the resort’s main building.
“Hey, wait…”
“Shush. I can’t be away for very long.”
Sanya led them to a door that was partially hidden behind some bushes. She opened the door and waved Chelsey in. The dirty-blonde stepped in, finding herself in a smallish room with a couple of couches and a small kitchenette. She turned around as Sanya closed the door behind them. The bartender grabbed Chelsey by the waist, pushed her against the wall and kissed her. It started as a soft, gentle kiss - but a moment later Sanya was pushing her tongue into Chelsey’s mouth. After a brief surprise, Chelsey pulled Sanya against herself and responded to the kiss.
Sanya broke the kiss. “Sorry to surprise you like this, but I wanted to do this all day…”
“Shut the fuck up and kiss me”, Chelsey said and kissed the bartender.
Making out, hands all over each other, they staggered from the wall and half-sat, half-fell onto one of the couches. Breathing heavily, Sanya grasped the hem of Chelsey’s dress and pulled it up, exposing the dirty-blonde’s hips. The brunette laid her hand on the dark red panties, making Chelsey gasp. In turn, she pulled the t-shirt off Sanya and began to push her capris down her legs. A moment of breathless fumbling later, they lay on the couch naked as the day they were born.
“How much time do you have”, Chelsey whispered, trying to keep her voice down despite Sanya rubbing her pussy through the panties.
“Ten, fifteen minutes tops”, the bartender replied and kissed her.
Chelsey helped Sanya pull her panties off, then relieved the bartender of hers. They kept kissing each other, rubbing their chests against each others’, hands grasping the other woman’s ass. Suddenly Sanya rose up and pulled Chelsey’s legs apart. Expecting the bartender to go down on her, Chelsey was surprised when the brunette shifted her position, hoisting one of her own legs atop Chelsey’s. A few seconds later the scissors were complete, the women falling onto the couch, their naked and wet pussies pushed against each other.
Chelsey moaned aloud, feeling the first waves of an impending orgasm gather in her hips. On a whim, she grabbed Sanya’s leg and used it to pull the brunette even tighter against her - with the result that her foot ended up right in front of Chelsey’s face. Without thinking, the dirty-blonde grabbed the bartender’s foot, pulled it closer and ran her tongue up the sole from the heel to the toes. Sanya flinched and let out a long moan.
“Ohh… you like… thiss… don’t you…” Chelsey managed to gasp.
“Shut the fuck up and do that againnnnhhhhh…” Sanya’s words faded into a moan as Chelsey licked her foot again. She more felt than saw Sanya grasp her foot - and suddenly felt a pair of warm, wet lips close over her toes…
The two women writhed on the couch, grinding their labia against each other’s, licking and kissing the other one’s feet, gasping and moaning in pleasure. Sanya’s gasps began to build, louder and more frequent by the moment, Chelsey grinding herself against the bartender faster and faster, feeling her own orgasm approaching.
Sanya fell silent, fell back onto the couch for a short moment - and came, screaming and writhing so violently that she nearly made both of them fall off the bed. The sudden surprise movement was the last little push Chelsey needed, the orgasm erupting from her privates and claiming her, the liquid fire pouring through her…
They lay silent for a moment before sitting up. Sanya reached over and kissed Chelsey.
“Thanks. I was hoping it’d be good but I didn’t think it would be that good…”
“Thanks yourself.”
“Too bad my break is over. I need to get back to work”, Sanya said, reaching for her clothes.
As they dressed, Chelsey heard Sanya start laughing. “What?”
“Oh, I’m just wondering what my girlfriend will say when I tell her…”
Chelsey straightened up, looking at the bartender. “You have a girlfriend?”
“Yep. Relax, babe - I wouldn’t have done this if it wasn’t cool with her”, the bartender said, pulling her t-shirt on. She gently took Chelsey’s face in her hands and kissed her one more time. “I have to go. Make sure the door is locked when you leave. Let’s do this again one of these days.” And she was gone, hurrying back to work.
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Thus begins Chelsey's much-needed beach holiday... although exactly how much of it will she get to spend laying on the beach... well, I guess you'll have to return on Wednesday for Chapter 2 to get an idea of how things will go.
Until then, have a good one, everybody
Sanya wastes no time - I wonder what her Girl Friend will make of this.
but I'm happy to hear that I managed to surprise at least someone.
