Katiya had been working her tail off to close the last deal. She had been putting in sixty or seventy hour weeks when the great news came that her client was making the purchase. It was time for some much needed R and R and she was riding high on a huge commission. She wanted a girlfriend or two to go with her but they all had plans. She would have invited Clay but they had broken it off badly 5 weeks earlier and she wasn't in the mood to deal with that kind of drama. She wanted a nice quiet few days at a beach where she could simply be herself.
A co-worker had told her that St. Simons Island was a small, quaint little town in South GA where her family had a beach house she could stay in. Katiya didn't hesitate at the chance. She booked a flight to Atlanta and a puddle jumper to St. Simons and her toes were in the sand before she knew it. It was late summer and the kids were all back in school.
The beach was warm and virtually empty during the first day of her quick getaway. It was perfect for her. No romping kids to throw sand all over your towel. No screaming babies or mothers to break the peace and quiet. No ogling dads or rowdy college boys constantly staring at her tits or ass. She was one of probably thirty people on the beach all day, with nothing but seagulls and the incessant slapping of the waves, she laid back in her black bikini, soaking up the warm sun rays of a late August Ga sky.
Katiya filled her black bikini well. She was no runway model, never had been. Her voluptuous curves and full figure kept her from being the target of those guys who looked for a girl just on the healthy side of anorexic. That was not her problem at all. She was healthy. 38DD breasts slimmed to her waist and curved back out again over sexy hips. Some people called her look "thick". Katiya didn't really care what it was called.
She was confident, stable, intelligent and never struggled to get a man when she wanted one. You don't have to be slutty when you're confident. You don't have to look like you skipped the last three meals when you know what "sexy" feels like, with or without a man. When you walk into the room and you feel their eyes on you and you can still have that "I don't give fuck" look about you, you're too sexy for most of them to handle anyway. It is intimidating to all but the most resilient and confident men. Those are the guys Katiya dated. Clay had appeared that way at first, but slipped into a needy, clingy boy and Katiya had had enough of that.
She read a sexy novel as she lay on the beach. A girlfriend from work had given it to her after the breakup. She had told her that she would need a book like that for the next few weeks to keep her company because she knew she would be missing the sex and she also knew Katiya wasn't the type to just go out and get fucked for the hell of it.
Katiya's standards were not so easily met and that meant long dry spells between regular sex unless she had a guy in her life. She did miss the sex. Clay was needy, yes, but God he knew how to use his body. As she read through the chapters, the author used great visuals in the sex scenes, occasionally she would have to stop. The heat of the sun warming her skin, she felt her legs fall apart ever so slightly as she leaned back and closed her eyes.
She could almost feel Clay's soft mouth sucking her nipples until they ached. His soft touch slipping into the edge of her bikini bottoms, slowly parting her lips until his fingers slid easily into her waiting, drenched sex. Her breath slowed as she imagined how it felt as she became more aware of the heat of the sun as if it were staring right into her crotch. The black material soaking up the heat and spreading it through to her labia. The wetness being pulled from her, cooled her off in the breeze and the combined sensations were almost too much to handle.
The urge to reach down, between her thighs and bring sweet release to herself was enough to make her run back to the house. She felt her legs part just a little more as she lightly moaned at the thought of her ex slipping her bikini bottoms off. She imagined lifting her hips for him and that silky feeling of her bottoms sliding down her legs giving him all access to pleasure her the way she needed.
"Excuse me." the masculine voice said quietly.
Katiya was snatched back into reality, her eyes popping open as her thighs slapped together. Gone were the dreams of Clay about to give her some great tongue action and gone were the warm sun rays bathing her crotch. The silhouette stood between her and the sun, but not enough to block the sun from her eyes. She lifted a hand to try and break the glare but he kept moving just enough to keep her blinded.
"Uhh yes?" Katiya snapped, somewhere between annoyed and embarrassed. She sat up a little only to remember that she had untied her top to avoid the tan lines. Grabbing at her flailing bikini top, trying to keep from giving this jerk a free show, she continued, "Can I help you?"
"I'm sorry" he began, realizing he was blinding her, he stepped to her left side. "I thought you were asleep."
"So, you decided to wake me up?" Katiya sarcastically sneered at him. Trying to lift herself up and tie her bikini top at the same time, Katiya was clearly flustered.
"Here, let me help you" as the man stepped around to her right side and took the straps of her bikini top from her hands gently.
"No, I have it!" Katiya answered back but he was already tying it perfectly. Frustrated, she let go and allowed him to tie the top. She was irritated that he helped her because he had already annoyed her so greatly, but now she was obliged to thank him.
"Thank you." she mumbled.
"I really am sorry." he continued, "I thought you had fallen asleep and I couldn't help but notice you seemed to be burning a little and couldn't continue my run thinking you were going to get so terribly burned out here. The sun in late August can fool you here, a person can really get too much in a short time."
"I wasn't asleep, but thank you for your concern, I suppose." Katiya said, easing off the edginess a little.
She took quick assessment of herself and realized she was actually getting pretty red. Time to turn over and tan a little of her backside.
"I probably should turn over though, don't want to ruin it for the next few days." She began to move herself around and got up on her knees to smooth out her towel on her chair. Realizing her helper was simply standing there, staring at her as she knelt on her chair, "ass high in the sky" so to speak.
"Is there anything else?" she asked, showing the irritation in her voice.
"Umm no!" he popped back. Clearly intrigued by her beauty, her curves, her bikini that was a little too small, her snippy responses. He just stood there, looking down at her and smiling.
"I'm Gabe" as he stuck out his hand with a grin.
Katiya was done. She was on her knees and hands, trying to straighten her towel and be alone and clearly this dumb-ass wasn't going to leave her alone. She flipped back around and sat on the edge of the chair, shook his hand firmly and answered, "Katiya. Delighted I am sure. Now, I am going to tan a bit more. Okay?"
"Ohh, of course!" Gabe said. "Would you like for me to help you with some tanning lotion on your back?"
Gabe reached out before she could say anything and grabbed the bottle of lotion from the sand, squeezing some into his hands. He knew she was frustrated but thought this may help. Katiya stared at him blankly in disbelief. Thinking, maybe this would get him to go away.
