CH1 Dreaming at the beach.
Tiny sparkling surf at the waters edge washed up the sand and tiny shells and made that soothing wooshing sound, then tinkled away in the tide. Light feathery clouds swam lazily across a powder blue sky. The sun was a blazing white ball high up in the sky, the beach was a fiery furnace in the mid Australian summer. The petite girl sunbathing alone out on the lagoon was hot, too hot really though she wouldn't admit it. When you know that you should move, but the feeling of baking is intoxicating and the sweat dripping off you is so sensual with the places it finds. She'd been into the water to cool down several times, but a few minutes later it had evaporated leaving her feeling even hotter. The waterproof lotion worked somewhat but there were places she couldn't reach properly, and she couldn't even invite Anton, her chauffeur, to apply more as he'd left her there two hours ago. She'd wanted some peace and quiet, and now she had it.
When Sophie, her make-up artist, saw the red skin she'd do her nut. She'd have to find someone tonight to help her apply some Aloe Vera lotion, she thought naughtily. Kylie put her Kindle in her beach bag, and thought about putting on another layer of Hawaiian Tropic factor 30. Better cool down again first. As the terrain at the north end of Curl Curl beach was so flat, the deeper water was about two hundred yards away if she wanted to bathe again. Languidly, she strode away from her bag and towel, looked around her for company. No-one for ages on the beach. Most folk were closer to the dunes a good half a mile away, in the sea a couple of figures on wake boards about the same distance.
She may as well try and get rid of some of those pesky strap lines, she thought, slipping the yellow top off over her head. She tossed it back into the bag, then continued, enjoying both the sea breeze on her body and the feeling of at least partial nudity. This was something she could seldom get away with, always the fear of long lenses and tiny secreted video cameras that were focused on her every move. Looking for the next wardrobe malfunction or nip slip at shows or functions. They were the nature of the beast, looking continually stylish and sexy in public was bound to have mishaps, some she enjoyed the thrill of. Others were embarrassing, when photographed at private events, letting her hair down, which didn't often happen.
Even though the breeze was warm her pert nipples rose to the occasion, firming up proudly on her small breasts. She smiled a cheeky smile to herself and stroked them with both hands as she walked, weighing them in her palms and tweaking the rosebuds, just for her own enjoyment. Then she put her fingers through her long blonde hair, it was as dry as her skin, and matted with the salt air. At least looking this dishevelled she was unlikely to be recognised even if she came across anyone, and the Ray Bans helped. As usual when walking, her mindset changed to exercise mode. Her steps were smaller, and stature taller as she made herself concentrate on holding her stomach in and clenching her butt cheeks as she walked. Even small everyday exercises as you went along could benefit keeping your core muscles more toned, and that ass didn't look after itself. A lot of her daily regime had been gained from working with Jean-Claude van Damme, back in the day, he continually worked out on set, she remembered.
Reaching the deeper water, K sank to her knees and allowed the surf to rush up her body and over her chest. It rocked her back and forth as the foam rushed between her legs, then was sucked out with the retreating water. Her breath was taken away momentarily by the cool water on her sunburnt torso. She felt it cleansing the dried salty skin, but it made her stomach tense with the shock, her nipples shrank into tiny shrivelled buds. Through the material of the bikini bottom the feeling was that of a shower head pointing at her crotch and being switched on and off. she lay down and was just about immersed. Then, after a few minutes the coolness went away and she could have been in a luke warm bath, so much had the sun warmed the shallows. She supported herself up on her elbows, leant her head back to face the sun and closed her eyes.
A twinge of regret that none of her close friends had been able to join her, and that May, the roadie that she'd befriended at the last show also hadn't. They'd spent a few stolen hours together in her dressing room, but their tryst had been disturbed by work before they'd got to trust each other to go further than petting. Frustrating sometimes when so far away from home and friends, that it took so long to get to know and trust new ones on the road. In her thoughts she'd allowed a hand to wander and it was gently stroking her mons through the bikini thong.
The scrap of material had risen up between her buttocks, with the action of squirming in the sand, so the triangular front was tightly packing her labia. K jacked her body off the beach with one hand, and reached underneath to pull the thong out of her ass cheeks with the other. Now the pants were looser she could hook a finger around the edge and caress herself gently, the low surf lapping up between her legs and frothing up her belly, cool and soothing. Occasionally she stretched out into the water and let it momentarily wash over her body, cooling hot flesh. On an impulse, K undid the ties at her hips and let the tiny yellow bikini bottom fall away. The coolness again straight away lapping at her exposed puss, rippling over the shaved pubes that were now just regaining some stubble after a couple of days.
Repetitively for a while, her fingers worked around and into her folds down there, deliberately not too aggressive as to get horny in public. In public? She was hardly in public, half a mile from anyone, or was she? Quickly she bolted upright to sit up and search the vicinity in case anyone had strayed near. The empty beach yawned back at her, no-one remotely near, and the bodyboarders had disappeared too. Her slight panic put aside, she relaxed again into the surf, a private Aphrodite, golden skinned and sparkling. Eyes closed, fingers searched and found the sweet spot that responded with a shiver as she remembered May and her lissom ebony body. The fact that she was fingering herself off on a public beach also was so wanton and liberating. Within a couple of minutes she was writhing in the warm surf, her fingers squeezing and stroking her tight responsive vag', flicking her tiny bean. "Aaaaah", she gasped aloud in the moments of rapture.
May had been a tomboy roadie that K had immediately warmed to. Respectively, she'd been polite and courteous as they occasionally crossed paths at the Sydney concerts, but her kind of coy, feline style had aroused K's curiosity. The slightly tight khaki combat shorts and sleeveless and obviously bra-less AC/DC t-shirt, a tight blonde afro, cherry lips and cheek bone highlights sealed the deal. This girl was worth obviously of a second glance, as friends, even casual friends were few and far between on the road. Her dark rippling muscles-every time they met May seemed to be carrying something heavy-just did something for K, and the slightly musky body odour-err yumm?
The something heavy that last time they'd met had been a water barrel for her dressing room dispenser." Miss." she'd shouted through the door, and bumped it with her hip. "Miss, can you open up, I've a new water container." her voice a lilt of Aussie and her original Jamaican twang." Coming in a minute." K had called back,as she grabbed a robe fresh from the shower." Here you go." as she opened the door wide enough for May to enter with the burden. She stood, and again respectfully asked if she could replace the empty barrel, K suggested that was probably the best thing, yes.
May put the full container down, pulled the empty one from the cabinet and settled that one down. She hefted the full one again with a deep squat and those biceps, and maneuvered it above the plug where it would locate. "This is a bit tricky
Miss, could you possibly just hold the cabinet still, while I jam this down onto the nozzle?" then she remembered herself. "That is Miss, if that's acceptable, I can get help of course." K realized she'd just been standing there after closing the door, like a diva, watching the girl struggle with the barrel. Well, not exactly struggle, as those biceps were well up to the job, stretching the sleeves of a slightly too tight Metallica tee. "I, no I can help,of course." K stammered. She stepped in and aside the small cabinet to steady it from tipping as May measured up and used the weight of the container to locate it. Of course with the stance that K was using to steady the cabinet and the wobbling of the barrel her robe belt fell loose and the garment opened!
"Oh my!" May cried, and manhandled the water bottle into place with a thunk. K stepped away and bundled her robe together, blushing all over it felt like, as she realised May had seen her flash a quick full frontal. "Wow-like I won't ever let on Miss, I saw nothing." K coyly stepped back and turned away, but her flamboyant devil stepped in." Nothing May?" she looked back over her right shoulder, an. eyebrow raised.
"I won't let on Miss, I only saw a glimpse."
"For fucks sake May, stop calling me Miss, it's Kylie, we're friends, and now you've seen my tush."
"Your tush is your ass where I come from." May was uncertainly more direct, now that K had been so assertive. It felt strange, but sure she wouldn't tell of this little titillating encounter, it had been a thrill to suddenly see K's sleek bod exposed for a few seconds. Her tanned torso and toned legs and what looked like a closely cropped pussy, wow! Her tits hadn't really been revealed as the gown was closed quickly, but Mays' own body heat had increased, particularly in her pants. Then before her eyes K had thrown the robe aside from behind exposing that famous ass, and then gathered it up in front, striking a pose that tightened her legs and clenched said ass to the point of May having to clench her own thighs.
"This would be my tush then?" K swept around and was covered again. May was aghast, what to say - react? "What the fuck May, we're girls together after an accidental flashing." K was on a roll, simmering in anticipation of overstepping the mark, "And it happens that flashing gets me off!" She shrugged the robe off and approached May, whose arms automatically opened to receive the naked pixey sized hug. No words escaped May, none could be formed as K reached up and placed her lips over hers and snuggled into Mays embrace.
She breathed in the musky, sweaty perfume of the roadies' perspiration, and it spurred her on, she became her stage alter ego once more that was seldom allowed. K grabbed May's tight ass and ground her naked crotch into the rough material of her denim shorts. Devilishly she found a nipple through the t-shirt with her teeth and tweaked on it. It had been so long since she had had some human release! May shrieked in both pain and pleasure and delirium-what the actual fuck-fuck-fuck! "Miss...I...I..."she stammered, so K bit harder.
"Don't fuckin call me Miss!"
"Miss, Miss K are you free, fifteen minutes to rehearsal." For Fucks Sake what now, but K kept her silence, this was from the other side of the dressing room door." Miss? Fifteen minutes on stage please?"
