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Chapter
1: Good Morning, Sunshine
Even
before she opened her eyes, she could feel the sun beating through the bedroom
windows. She felt the temperature in the
little room rising making her skin feel warm, almost toasty. Ayden rolled over and looked at the clock on
the bedside table: 8:47. “Hmmmm, another
unbearably hot day again” she thought. Just like every other day this summer
since she and Meg had arrived. Why had
she agreed to this summer adventure with Meg?
But, there was no way to tell Meg no.
Meg always got her way with her. Even as children, Meg always convinced
her to do things, she thought she shouldn’t.
Meg convinced her to come because this was their last summer of freedom
before their jobs started in the fall.
It would be their last chance to spend a little time together.
Meg
had been her best friend since kindergarten.
They had grown up together in their little hometown, and they had been
college roommates. Meg was moving across
the country to her new executive position with a Marketing firm whose name was
so long Ayden could never remember it. So
they had decided to rent the little beach house for the summer before Meg moved
off.
As
usual, they had been at the beach house a total of five hours when Meg had met
an over tanned surfer with a phony white smile.
Meg was always confident about men.
She seemed to just control them without thinking. Her great smile, her body language, her
confident laugh, a hand tossing back her blonde hair. It just seemed to intoxicating to men. Hell,
it was intoxcating to Ayden! She reminised about the boys at uni had regularly
fallen over themselves to save Meg a
seat at the football games. They all wanted to be near Meg. Ayden could not
blame them after all Meg was her best friend.
And in typical Meg fashion, it seemed since Meg met the surfer she was
barely around the bungalow long enough to change her clothes before heading off
for another day at the beach with him, doing whatever it was that surfers did
all day. She glanced over at Meg’s bed
and the covers were just as neat as the day they arrived. Ayden wondered if Meg would ever even use
that bed before summer was over. Ayden
smirked at the thought, knowing full well that Meg was bedding down that
surfer, something fast and furious.
As
Ayden lay there, she pondering why she was not more adventurous and outgoing
like Meg. What was she afraid of? She
wasn't tall or blonde, but she had a spectacular figure, and especially when
Meg wasn't around, she found men always giving her a second look. She had two boyfriends over the course of the
four years and they had each enjoyed the small curves of her hips and the way
her breasts filled out the airy sundresses she so liked to wear. Oh humm she
thought as she lay there stretching her naked form under the cotton sheet.
Ayden
stretched and threw off the covers looking at the clock: 9:01. She slid out of the bed and her bare feet
touching the hardwood floor of the cabin.
She stood and stretched looking at her naked form in the standing
mirror; turning from side to side. Her dark
brown hair was long and ran down to her full breasts and the tips of her hair
curled teasingly toward her now hard pink nipples. She cupped them feeling the weight and
squeezed, turning slowly side-to-side as her hands squeezing the mounds made
her nipples hard. She
spread her thighs as she felt the moisture between her legs. Maybe she should shave herself bare, she
though as she eyed the triangle patch just above her mound. With a feeling of doing something, shaving
her pussy, made her feel almost naughty, she smiled and strode with
determination as if a woman on a mission toward the bathroom.
She
turned on the water and it sputtered and spit but eventually settled into a
steady stream of clear water. She felt it get nice and hot with the steam
billowing at the top. She gingerly
stepped into the shower and let the water dance across her smooth pale skin and
it felt wonderfully hot as she closed her eyes and dropped her head back into
the stream, letting it pelt down on her face before it raced over her curves and
down the drain. She shampooed her thick, brown hair letting her fingernails dig
into her scalp before reaching for the
bar of lavendar soap. Ayden rolled the
bar over in her hands making it lather, sniffing the bar of soap and filling
her senses of Meg, smiling. She thought of
Meg as she let the bar slide across her stomach; how Meg always smelled of
lavendar. Slowly she led the bar in circles around her breasts and areola
teasing her nipples with the edge of the bar. The hot water hitting the tops of
her breasts making them nicely red as she used the bar to tease her now erect
nipples. She guided the small bar down
her belly circling at her belly button before descending between her thighs to
slowly run along her pussy lips and back up to her dripping mound of pussy
hair. She built a nice lather on the triangle
patch and reached for her razor slowly removing all remnants of hair making
herself smooth as a baby. Ayden
positioned herself under the stream so it washed all the hair away and felt the
pulsating jets hit her clit as she opened her legs. Letting the water rinse over her body. Turning
off the water she opened the door letting the air hit cooling her and causing
her hard nipples to send a tingly sensation to her pussy. She never used a towel, and it wouldn't have
mattered for she noticed it was crumpled and wet, indicating that Meg had at
least been there for a few minutes this morning. She kicked the towel over to
the sink and stood on it, dripping water over the floor and she opened the door
causing the steam to rush out and cool air to rush in and around her naked
form.
Standing
before the mirror she swiped away the steam that had collected there and ran a
comb quickly through her hair, tugging and pulling out the knots and making it
smooth and straight before she pulled it up in a tight ponytail. She reached
for the baby oil. She knew it is a bit
old fashioned and she would pay for the abuse to her skin when she was a little
older but she loved the way the oil felt against her skin. She slowly rubbed just a bit over her skin in
a sensous slow manner as if she had all the time in the world. Feeling her fingers
and palm glides slowly over her curves. She absently massaged in the last of
the oil around her areolas and paying special attention to her hardened nipples
thinking of the men in her life and how she loved it when a man sucked and
nibbled with his teeth dragging over her nipples. A sweet smile arose across her face as she
enjoyed how her sensitive nipples were so directly connected to her pussy.
Her
daydream ending as she caught her reflection in the mirror, bringing her back
to reality. Ayden grabbed her little
blue bikini, hanging on the rack and slipped it on. Sliding on her panties she slowly massaged her
smooth skin where her pussy hair once had been and grinnned,
mishceiveiously. As Ayden passed through
the bedroom, on her way to the kitchen, she snagged her old familiar college
T-shirt, which often substituted for a nightshirt. It was still lying on the end of the bed and
she threw it on, over her bikini. She
walked into the kitchen humming the old Beach Boys’ song, “Fun, Fun, Fun” but
got stuck on the chorus and could not remember the rest of the words. She
located an apple and two peaches which would have to do for breakfast and lunch,
tucking them deep inside of her bag as she headed out the door to the beach.
The
beach was only half a block away and as soon as the door was closed she could
smell the cool salt water calling to her.
There were little tourist boutiques lining all of the streets along the
beach. They sold everything from snow
cones to tourist T-shirts proclaiming, “My grandma and grandpa went to the
beach and all I got was this silly tee.”
There were little cafes with small tables lined up in front and bars
that seemed quiet during the day, but drew large crowds at night. At the very
corner, right across the street from the beach access was even an old LP record
shop that had bongo drums hanging from the awning out front. She wondered if the shop had been there since
the 1960s.
The
beach was busy this late morning, but not as jammed, packed crowded as it would
get over the weekend. So she found a
nice location and laid out her towel on the white sand. The sand was already getting warm, and her
toes were burning from the walk over and standing in the sand while getting
everything set up. She headed directly
to the water’s edge to soak them in the cool surf. Oh she loved the smell of the ocean, and the
roar of the waves. She stood in the cool
water her toes playing with the sand watching each wave roll in one at a
time. The surfers were sitting on their
boards, lined up like toy soldiers standing sentry waiting for the perfect wave. They were doing their best to find the
perfect wave, but this morning the waves seemed small causing the surfers to
sit on their boards padding in the deep water far away from the beach. It was so hot and with the small waves, and
the surfers way out in the deep water, she was sure it would be safe to venture
out of the shallow water to get her whole body cool. She gingerly stepped a little deeper always
fearful for she was not a good swimmer. Actually she barely could swim. Ever slowly, Adyn creeping further into the
water until she had to hop a little for each wave as it rolled towards the
beach. She laughed at herself and
enjoyed the feeling of being a little kid again playing in the surf. She had gone further than she ever had before
and probably further than she should have, but the water made her feel so alive
as it encircled her. She turned to check
on her unattended bag on the beach when an unusually large wave caught her from
behind and spun her over. Her head was
pulled under and she tossed and tumbled like she had been thrown into a washing
machine. Her head hit something and she
felt dazed. She could not find the surface.
She was not even sure if she was right side up or upside down. The waves seemed to be crash in on her as
they tossed her over and over. She
started to panic! For a moment her head was above water she gasped for air. But as quickly as the air appeared it was
gone again, and she was swallowing a mouthful of saltwater. She fought frantically clawing for the
surface, for another small gulp of air.
Her lungs burned. All she could
see were bubbles and green foam all around her.
Surely, she had thought, someone had to have seen her go under. Someone would pull her free, but no hand of
rescue reached out to her. Slowly the
green water had faded to black.
Chapter
2: Just Another Day at the Beach
Ayden
heard voices. They were all around her. She
slowly opened her eyes as she felt the wet sand against her cheek and lips; the
gentle surf washing against her ankles. Her
body felt sore and stiff. Slowly opening
her eyes she moaned and closed her eyes against the brilliant blinding sun. She pushed up on one hand and too weak she
just rolled over her aching body facing upward.
Ayden
hears a woman ask, “Is she alive?”
Opening
her eyes, Ayden heard the voice of a small boy very near her face says, “Look
mommy she moved and her eyes are opening.”
She feels the sensation of someone running a finger slowly down her arm,
the fingernail gently skimming the surface of her skin and as she carefully
opens her eyes she sees a small boy put the finger in his mouth, eagerly
licking at the nail bed, before making a face and trying to spit out the foul
flavor which must be from the baby oil she put on before coming to the beach.
The
horrified mother gasps and grabs the small boy by the arm pulling him away from
the crowd, indignantly scolding him, “Mason!
You cannot just go around licking people that you do not know!” Trailing off as she storms up the beach with
her son in tow Ayden can hear her complain, “Someone really should do something
about these girls on the beach”
An
elderly woman to her right chastises, “Wyatt, do something about this.”
Suddenly
there are hands lifting her into a sitting position. Then comes the stinging slap to her
face. The elderly man, Wyatt, has just
slapped her gently, but not softly enough, and the slap is enough to bring her
into a full upright position, her eyes wide open in shock and he is standing
over her looking down at her with concern asking, “Are you alright?”
Ayden
looks up at him puzzled answering, “I think so,” as her hand rises to rub the
sore cheek, sure that it has left a mark.
The
elderly woman is smoothing Ayden’s ponytail back away from her face and
inquiring, “Did you do this on purpose or have you just arrived? Where do you live?”
By
this time Ayden is on her feet and brushing away a bit of loose sand from her
hands, “No, no, I just slipped and I am staying…” as she raised her hand to
point in the direction of the beach house, she notices the shops look different
and the record store was not there. On
this corner stands an old style, corner market with fruit displayed in boxes
lining the front of the store. Confused
she stammers, “I… I… um,” looking up and down the beach front for something
familiar. As she struggles to figure out
how far she is from the beach house the crowd begins to disperse, many of them
shaking their heads, some looking back at her with pity in their eyes but most
focusing their gaze on their feet as they trundle through the deep black sand
back to their own activities. “Wait!”
she frantically calls out to them but not even the elderly couple will look
back to help.
Searching
for any marker along the shore that looks familiar she sees a jogger coming
towards her, but before she can utter a word he alters his path and jogs around
her. As he races past her he slaps her
firmly on the derrière, so hard he nearly knocks her over again. She instantly grabs her behind and rubs the
burning sensation, looking towards the man who is still jogging down the beach
but is now running backwards smiling and shaking his finger at her. Confused , she is not sure why but she
blushes at his shaking finger.
To
her left is a group of young men, about her age, laughing loudly and passing a
football back and forth. Still feeling a
little dazed she approaches them rubbing her ass from the slap, and she calls
out quietly, “Excuse me, can you help me?”
The
man with the ball plants it firmly on his left hip holding it casually in place
with his wrist and he smiles as he strides over to her. He is tall and tanned, with dark hair and
eyes the color of dark chocolate. She had not noticed how attractive he was
until he smiled at her. The muscles of
his arms are not the sort you see on men who spend too much time worrying about
how they look, but they are the kind of muscles only a man who is very athletic
would have. Her eyes are drawn to the
strong muscles of his chest. There is
just a touch of dark hair in the center and a matching bit just below his belly
as it slides down into his bathing suit between the prominent ‘V’ of his
hipbones. His three friends approach
behind him. They are equally
athletically built, with varying hair and eye color, but each one as attractive
as the man with the football. Her breath
catches in her throat as they approach.
She blushes and drops her eyes to their feet as she sees she has been
caught admiring their physiques. The man
with the football reaches her first and in a deep voice says, “Sure, what kind
of help do you need?” simultaneously his free hand comes up and softly cups the
underside of her full breast, squeezing it.
Ayden’s
hand instinctively jerks up to push it away as she takes a step back losing her
balance, in the soft sand, and landing in the waiting arms of the tallest of
the quartette; the blond with the deep blue eyes. She had not noticed him circling around
behind her. He stands her up his hand
pulling her up from her armpits as his fingers press on her breasts and with
her back still held tightly against his strong chest he whispers in her ear,
“Naughty, naughty you little spitfire and what are you doing down here all
alone?” as he deftly spins her quickly around and presses her torso against his waist pinning her there,
bent at the middle, with his arm firmly holding her in place. Quickly her feet are kicked apart and three
swift ‘whacks’ land hard on her firm ass.
The first one makes her cry out in surprise, it lands hard and the hand
is large, nearly covering both sides of
her cheeks in one strike. The second one
comes before she can catch her breath as she tries to squirm away from it, so
it lands on one side sending a sharp sting followed by a warm heat that spreads
slowly over the surface of her skin. She slowly raises her face to the crowd of
men realizing that all eyes on the beach are turned towards her. Many of the men have stopped building sand
castles with their children and are standing with their arms crossed nodding
their approval at the young men surrounding and scolding her. The women are smiling and trying to distract
the younger of the children away from the scene at the shore. What is going on, Ayden thinks, as the third
strike, the hardest of all, sends her to
her knees as tears form in the corners of her eyes. Ayden is panting as she is righted, the blond
still holding her in place with a big strong hand on each of her upper arms as
he slowly whispers in her ear, “What do you say to the nice man?” His one hand
massaging her sore cheek as she feels his hot breath on her face.
Ayden’s
mouth gapes open, dumbfounded. Her mind
is racing trying to make sense of what is happening to her and why she is being
assaulted. Her mouth pops opens and
closes so that she looks like one of the guppies in the pet shop.
The
tall dark haired man just laughs and waves the blond off, “Danny, it’s
okay. Don’t worry about it. We are just here to have a little fun. Hell, we didn’t even ask her permission
first.”
The
blond, Danny, relaxes his hold on her arms and turns her around to face
him. With his thumb he gently reaches up
and swipes away a tear from her cheek, and asks quietly “Are you okay now? Feel better?”
Ayden
can do nothing but bob her head forward slightly.
Danny
cocks his head to one side and brings his hand up to cup his ear saying,
“What? I did not hear that.”
Ayden
is able to gulp out a squeaky, “Yes.”
Danny
does not let go of his grip, in fact, it tightens slightly as he corrects her
drawing out a, “Sir….”
Ayden’s
mouth falls open in shock and her eyes are as wide open as a child who has just
had their lollipop ripped from their hand.
In barely more than a whisper she manages to choke out, “Yes, Sir?”
Danny’s
face lights up in a bright beaming smile as he pats her on her just spanked
sore bottom releasing her arms saying, “See that is a good little
spitfire.” The tall dark haired man and
his two friends have already gone back to their patch on the sand tossing the
football around and Danny follows behind them.
As
Ayden looks along the beach all faces are on her. She looks at her witnesses and feebly
attempts to get their attention. “Excuse me.
Could someone please…,” but before she can finish her sentence they have
all gone back to what they were doing before and are too preoccupied to offer
her any assistance.
Unsure
of where she is and completely baffled by the behavior of the people on the
sand she turns to search for her towel and bag. First looking over her shoulder to be sure the four
men are focused on their football game and not attempting to sneak up on her to
spank her ass again. She heads away from
them. As she is glancing at them the
tall blond catches her gaze and gives her a wink as a gleaming smile spreads
across his face. She quickly turns her
eyes forward feeling the blush rising in her cheeks. For some reason she enjoyed the spanking and
she is puzzled as to why. Ayden raises a
hand and touches her cheeks feeling the heat and wipes away the wetness of the
remaining tears wishing she did not blush so easily. She then feels the heat radiating through her
bottom and thinks those cheeks must have a bright pink blush, as well, and rubs
at the heat, tugging to reposition her bikini into place as she searches for
her towel. The black beach stretches on
as far as she can see.
Still
struggling to make sense of all that has happened; Ayden looks around searching
the sand for some familiar landmark, something that will point her in the right
direction. When her stomach rumbles, she
instantly brings one hand up to stop the noise and uses the other hand to shade
her eyes from the sun as she searches the sky and guesses it is getting late in
the afternoon, but she is not prepared to trust any of her senses, at least not
yet. Ayden wishes she had eaten
something before getting into the water this morning and wonders just how long
she was in the water. The heat of the
day is radiating down from her scalp and she knows she cannot go much further;
her mouth is feeling dry and she can still taste the salt water she must have
swallowed. As she scans the beach trying
to determine which way to go, she looks back to where the elderly couple, the
families, and the young men were gathered on the beach and decides not to go
back that way. She does not know where
to turn. Off in the distance she sees a
pier with what looks like a considerable amount of activity and begins the long
trudge down the beach towards the pier.
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