The sea has always fascinated me. The way the waves flow over the water. The amazing colours help focus your mind and bring a sense of calmness, inner peace and clarity. I have always loved just sitting on the beach in the same place watching the sea for hours on end. It's the closest thing to paradise or heaven. I suppose that's why I enjoyed helping Chris, before the fire that is.
My name is Simone. I am eighteen, 5'11, slim, have long brown hair and brown eyes with slightly larger than average size breasts, I live in a small costal town called Sugarblue Beach, which is in North Carolina. Chris repairs boats and also owned a boating store. He's in his mid-thirties and about 6ft. He's slim and has dark hair and brown eyes. I used to help him repair boats when I was younger and then I used to work at his store before it burnt down, the cops thought it was arson. There was this one detective called Burke who even thought it was me! It Wasn't. He's a creepy guy, middle-aged with red hair. I know it sounds crazy but I'm sure he was following me. Since the fire things had been weird. Chris's wife had left him and also left town, she was a bitch, although her daughter Stephanie stayed with Chris. But things generally started to settle down. Until three days that would change our lives forever. It all began on a Tuesday as I started work at Marco's Dinner.
Since the fire I had been working as a waitress at this dinner, which was located in the middle of town. It was a good job although it wasn't as fun as working in the boating store with Chris. I was serving a guy in the dinner when I spotted someone across the street. It was sunny and I couldn't see properly but I'm pretty sure that it was that detective and it was clear to me that this person was sitting at a table watching me. I served the guy. Then, maybe foolishly, I went across the street to confront the man sitting at the table.
"Hello Simone" Burke said.
"What do you want? Are you watching me?" I replied.
"Yes I am"
"You're a dick" (properly not the best think to say to a cop in the cold light of day). "I didn't start the fire. I don't know anything about it. Don't you have anything better to do with your time? Like for example, catching a criminal?"
"It was arson and I will find out who did it."
"By spying on me?"
"You'll find out who did it and tell me Simone."
"You're sick you know that?" He Stood Up.
"See ya brown eyes." Then he walked away.
After my shift I decided to walk over to Chris's workshop. It was dark by now as I walked along the beach. The wind was blowing and it was a little chilly. I looked behind me. I wondered weather or not I was being followed. I as approached the workshop I saw Chris sitting on the floor in the sand in front of the door. His face was in his hands and his head was resting on his knees. It was clear that he had been crying. I walked over to him. He looked up at me.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Hi. I'm fine, it's just ...you know."
"It's okay to be upset you know, your wife did just leave town." I paused then sarcastically said "And you're store burned down!"
He laughed, well he half laughed.
"Want a coffee?" He nodded. I held out my hand to help lift him up from the floor and we went inside. I made us some coffee and we talked some more about his wife's departure for a while. He seemed better. By now we had drunk our coffee and I was sat on a workbench with my legs hanging down towards the floor. The bench was near a doorway. Chris was leaning on the doorframe looking at me. I then told him what had happened earlier that day with the cop.
"Simone I believe you, I don't think you set fire to my store. No matter what the cops say."
"Thanks. But why don't they believe me?" He stepped closer to me. He put his finger underneath my chin and lifted my head so I was looking at him.
"Listen, over the years you have really helped me out. With the fire and my wife leaving town. I don't think that I would have survived without you. You have had to deal with the cops, and you still cope. You have a job now and are happy. You are better off without me. I just hold you back. I cause all of your problems. You should go."
"Helping you has given my life meaning, without you in my life I don't know what I would do. Who's going to look out for you" I turned my head away from him.
"Thanks, I need a friend" He reached out and tapped my thigh. I gazed up at him and our eyes met. It was electric. We moved to kiss each other it was incredible. It was passionate but romantic. What would happen next was inevitable. He placed his on my side and slid his hand up until he was touching my breast. He then started to unbutton my blouse and slid it off my shoulders. We continued to kiss he put his hand around my back and removed my bra. My breasts were erect and now on full display. He started running his hands over them, teasing them. I was very aroused. Then he stopped, he took my hand and led me to a boat in the workshop. We went up the steps, hand in hand. When we were on the deck of the boat, he turned round and embraced me. We started kissing again. I lifted his t-shirt off and threw it overboard. I touched his chest; he was well built and very manly. I undid his belt and pants his took them off. He started to kiss my breasts and suck my nipples. It was fabulous. He unzipped my skirt it fell to the floor, he unzipped my boots and slid them off. He took my hand and we lied down on the floor. He leaned over me and slid down my panties down and off my legs. I lay there, exposed. My pussy was oozing by now. He kissed my pussy. He then moved up my body until he was kissing my neck.
Softly he said, "I don't have a condom."
I looked at him. I knew I had to have him regardless. "That's okay, lets do it anyway," I said.
He replied, "I'll withdraw." He moved down my body until he was knelling between my legs. I spread them and lifted my pelvis up a little, as he entered. He was larger than anyone I've slept with before. I'm not a virgin I've slept with a few guys but I never wanted anyone as much. His penis was big and I was fairly tight. A few trusts he was in fully my pussy griped him tight; there wasn't a lot of space. He began thrusting. I had my hands flat on the deck. He used his hands to hold my body up a little. We kissed. I was ready to and so was he. I went up on my elbows and looked at his face, he could tell I was ready.
"Don't withdraw, cum inside me, promise Chris?" I begged. He nodded, I lay back. He thrust a few more times then there it was, my explosion, I yelped in delight, full body ecstasy. Then I felt it like a water pistol, he came. He filled me, it was an amazing sensation. I never let a guy do that before. He withdrew and rolled over next to me. He closed his eyes, he needed a minute. I looked down at my pussy filled and covered with cum. A little dripped down onto the deck and in between the wood it was incredible. I touched my pussy and then turned to Chris. I kissed him. He put his arm around me and I put my head on his chest. Before we fell asleep.
Wednesday. I went for a run along the beach. I remember gazing at the sea. I wasn't thinking about the cop or the fire for a change. I arrived home. No one was awake yet so I sneaked into my room. I sat on my bed and started thinking about yesterday. After 20 minutes or so, I took a shower and changed my clothes. I set off for work. After a few minutes, in the distance was a figure. Chris? I wondered. No, it was detective Burke.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Nothing, only I know who started the fire"
"Who?"
"It wasn't you, I know that, it's either Chris or Stephanie"
