The beach was Sarah's most favorite place in the world. It was her home-away-from-home, it was her sanctuary; the place where she could lose her troubles as well as her cares. The beach was a place where the world did not exist and Sarah was the queen of her domain. No pesky boyfriend to interfere in her happiness; in fact, it was her meddling man that caused her to make the trek from Danvers to the warm sands of the Maine coast in the first place.
Her relationship with him was not going so well lately. He was not standing up to his friends when they spoke ill about her, and their love-making was slacking off. She did not know how much longer they would last. If she were to find a suitable replacement, the beach was where she would find him. If one didn't look like a good enough replacement, well, she wasn't going to stop herself from having no holds barred sex.
Not that Sarah was speeding up Route 128 with that one thought in her mind: no, she was going to relax, find her inner peace as well as think about her relationship with him. Her note to her parents was quite simple and to the point -- "At Tanya's beach house, will be back in a few days." She didn't refer to her reasons for driving away from home, nor did she want her folks to know the turmoil she was dealing with. Sarah was always one to deal with her own problems in her own way. Her way meant packing several revealing swimsuits and several changes of clothes, and before she knew it, the North Shore was behind her and the state line was approaching.
She blew past Salisbury and Hampton Beaches, crossing the Piscataqua Bridge into Kittery. Old Orchard would have been a likely destination as would York, but her friends had said if she ever needed their cottage near Wells, she was free to use it. This was definitely one of those times.
As she drove past the shops that lined the streets of Ogunquit, her thoughts drifted to the beach and what she would find there. She was hoping for lots of sun (her skin was looking slightly pale) and she wanted to swim the frosty waters of the Atlantic. She brought along a few novels to read while she relaxed, yet she would discover the adventures of Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were going to be forgotten after Tom made an unforgetable impression on her.
She arrived late on Tuesday evening; she stopped at a pizza place on Route 1 and ordered a small tuna grinder with a little lettuce, tomatoes and extra pickles. Since she was in Maine, Poland Spring water was clearly in abundance, so that was the beverage of choice. The trip to the cottage didn't take much longer, despite her travelling the speed limit: Maine cops were always looking to ticket Massachusetts drivers for going a mile over the posted limit. After she ate her grinder, she fell asleep without a care, her troubles miles away.
The sun was shining brightly the next morning. Sarah awoke later than she wanted to, but there were still plenty of hours remaining in the day to tan. She slipped out of her clothes before admiring her naked body in the bathroom's full length mirror. She had a body that many men would be sworn to protect at all costs, yet she couldn't understand for the life of her why her boyfriend was swerving from that duty. She had what some men would call a curvy figure, one that received its deal of glances. She had a small C cup for breasts, a firm stomach, and a tight ass. Her legs, she thought, were her best feature. For someone who stood 5'2", her legs was long and shapely. After taking a good look at her body, Sarah stepped into the shower and a cascade of warm water pelted her body.
After her shower ended some 25 minutes later, she covered herself in a towel and entered the bedroom. She rummaged around her bag for her bikini: a blue one which showed off more than it hid. It would be the one she knew could attract a flock of guys, and then she would have her pick of the litter. She threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, picked up her towel and a book, and made her way to the beach.
The section of beach she was going to was called Moody Beach, about a three-mile walk along the Atlantic Ocean north from Ogunquit. Her friend Tanya said a family friend of hers would allow her to set up her towel and belongings in front of their house without a problem. When she arrived, she was getting several looks from several people. Women were looking at her with loathing; she was far more attractive then they were and would undoubtably receive more attention. Men were looking at her with longing; any one of them would be lucky to be in her company for five minutes. But none of them received glances in return.
Sarah walked to Tanya's friends house, which was located about 20 feet away from a group of guys playing beach volleyball. She shed her shorts and the t-shirt, displaying her bikini for all to see. She was far from shy here; she knew no one and cared not for what they thought.
The guys playing volleyball certainly noticed Sarah, which was just what Sarah wanted. She bent over with her ass pointed in their direction as she laid her towel down, which resulted in several of the guys hooting and hollering.
One of the guys though was being as much a gentleman as he could possibly be. "Guys, calm down, get your hormones under control," the guy said. He was obviously a local and had patrolled this beach numerous times. But there was something mysterious about this guy that Sarah could not get out of her head about him. He wasn't shifting his head toward her after every play, and she thought that was decent of him; she hated show-off guys.
Sarah couldn't keep her eyes off him, yet she didn't want to seem like she was drooling over him. She glanced at his backside, her gaze sliding down his muscular shoulders to his ass. He wasn't a bodybuider by any means, yet he had a good looking form which excited Sarah. Her pussy started to get slightly damp as she was thinking about the things she could do to him. It was when she got lost in her thoughts that a spray of sand hit her legs and a scream of "watch out Tom!" snapped her out of her reverie.
"Sorry about that," said Tom, who had ran full steam before going into a dive near her to knock the stray ball away from her. He had eyes of blue, which was the first thing Sarah noticed with him facing her. Lowering her sunglasses to the bridge of her nose so she could look deeper into his eyes, she smiled and said, "that's okay, I was hoping you would come over." She was definitely not going to be coy when she had a good looking guy near her.
Tom smiled back to the young woman and almost forgot what he was doing. He was also looking into her hazel eyes, which started to burn into his memory. He wasn't taking in the beauty of her body, but the beauty of her soul. He saw fire behind the eyes, and passion. He saw what she was thinking and he began to think it too. Still on his knees, he stretched his hand to her and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Tom."
