Aurelia's sexuality becomes more confusing
The cave
All participants in sex acts are over eighteen.
Aurelia was a prisoner of her inestimable beauty, doomed to be pursued by adoring men and isolated from the normal world. Her holiday with the family at a holiday camp in the 1970s had not proven the escape she had hoped, from the attentions of men. She had thought herself immune to men's advances. She had assumed that her sexuality was proven by her body's reaction to the voluptuousness of her holiday friend, Rachel. But one short conversation with Alex had thrown her feelings into turmoil again. Yet she didn't know why.
She was in the second week of the holiday with her family, but she had been left by them to her own devices. So she had drifted into the company of other teenagers her age at the holiday camp. That had led to her meeting Rachel and experiencing an erotic woman on woman encounter that had left her confused about her own sexuality. Rachel subsequently teamed up at the start of the second week with a lone new arrival, Alex, whose inscrutable appeal to Aurelia had been heightened by his rapid connection with her new-found friend, Rachel.
So Aurelia was now confused, about her desires, and her sexual orientation. Her only sexual heterosexual encounters had been with her older brother, and had not ended well for her. But, like her, he was supremely attractive, so if he could not stir her hormones, could any man?
She had suffered the suffocating attention of her male admirers for over a week, and could no longer bear the pressure of their persistence. She sought to find isolation, to be alone and unpestered by the unwanted attentions young men. Her problem was that she was a magnet for males of all ages, and an icon for young women who admired her poise and beauty. So both sexes surrounded her and followed her wherever she went.
That over-riding need to escape from her followers prompted her to seek solitude. They were all milling around near the cliff-top shop after lunch. She responded tersely to questions and comments, eying the hedging behind the clifftop shop. It was meant to be a physical barrier of sorts, to discourage people from going too near the cliff edge. Yet it would also provide cover for her to hide and escape her social captors. She excused herself from her closest followers and slipped into the shop, supposedly to browse, but keeping a wary eye on the youthful throng not far away outside. Waiting just inside the shop until she saw all eyes averted from its entrance, she used a couple of holidaymakers as cover as they left the shop, and slipped out in their wake, and round the side of the shop to its rear. Before her ran the line of clipped hedging above head hight that left a mowed green margin of grass before the steep drop of the cliff. The sandy bay was far below, but out of bounds today due to the high tide which completely submerged the sandy beach.
The distant roar of the sea beyond the bay and the high pitched cries of seagulls, drowned out the sounds from the games green beyond the hedge. She felt at last that she had escaped from the youthful throng of admirers, and could relax.
She walked fifty yards or so along the cliff edge, away from the centre of the camp and the clifftop shop. Her heart was rejoicing with barely suppressed joy at the simple pleasure of finding somewhere secluded to hide herself from the group and enjoy the sunshine in peace.
She halted at last and spread towel to lay down on her front, her head facing the way she had come, so that she could spot anyone from a distance who ventured beyond the hedge screen. An hour of sheer bliss in her secluded solitude passed by in no time at all. She dozed occasionally but kept waking to thoughts of her friend, Rachel, whose Aunt's stupidity had forced them to leave the camp prematurely.
Aurelia had since then felt very much alone even when surrounded by admirers. She had tried escaping as often as she could, losing herself in the crowd amongst the happy families on the beach, but that afternoon the tide was high and the beach was closed.
Her head was facing back along the grass verge towards the back of the shop, the sun gently browning her skin. It felt like nirvana. She slipped her bikini panties down her thighs to let the sun work on her bottom, but she remained wary of anyone seeing her. Nevertheless, she dozed in the warm sunshine and experienced half-waking dreams. Suddenly she was awake, as if by instinct. A movement attracted her attention some distance away. It was a furtive movement at the end of the hedge at the corner of the cliff-top hut. She raised her head and focused her eyes to get a better look. She held her breath with the suspense of the moment.
The moving figure had been that mysterious young man, Alex, again commanding her attention. He did not appear to have noticed her. His movements were furtive. He was hiding at the far rear corner of the shop, to conceal him and make himself inconspicuous from an unseen something, or someone on the games green. His body appeared to relax after a few moments as if satisfied. He did not glance once in Aurelia's direction. Instead he headed nonchalantly towards the cliff path. She realised that he must be going down to the flooded beach!
Intrigued, Aurelia adjusted her bikini, gathered her things and followed him, clutching them to her chest. Like him, she paused at the corner of the shop. It gave her a good vantage point from which she could observe the group of youths, their number now somewhat reduced, splintered into smaller groups and drifting away aimlessly towards the centre of the camp. She suspected that her absence had been felt, and perhaps had disrupted the group's dynamic. She felt grimly responsible, and her heart briefly went out to them. She felt no satisfaction in the probable impact of her absence. But they would be better off without her there anyway. The responsibilities of leadership weighed heavily on her delicate shoulders.
She put on her top and shorts and sauntered towards the cliff path, her heart pounding and her spine tingling with the imagined sense of unseen eyes behind her back boring into it. She paused by the noticeboard with the red warning disc of high tide hung on a hook. The cliff path, as far as she could see, was empty. It disappeared around a bend at the fold in the cliff wall. She hurried down, looking back occasionally to ensure that she was not being followed or observed. At the bend of the path she peered around the cliff wall to scan the lower part of the path. That lower stretch was hidden from the top of the cliff path.
Knowing that the beach was effectively out of bounds due to the high tide caused a rising sense of illicit excitement in her. She was a strong swimmer so the high tide in the bay below didn't worry her. The thought that she might share the secluded bay only with Alex thrilled her.
She caught sight of him as she rounded the promontory of the cliff wall. He had reached the foot of the cliff path. She pressed into the dark shadow of the cliff wall to avoid him seeing her if her looked back up the path. He piled his tee shirt, shorts and sandals by the cliff wall at the foot of the path. His body looked good in his new swimming trunks, with his slim waist and the slight curve of his hips that made his figure look sensual in a masculine way. Without a glance behind him he stepped off the submerged end of the path and into the shallow water at the high point of the bay.
He pushed his body forwards into the shallows, then he was swimming. She crept closer to the bottom of the path. He was swimming with clumsy strokes away to the left, towards the centre of the bay. His strokes were ungainly, but mostly effective.
Hah! I could easily outswim him
, she thought.
He seemed lost in his own water world, oblivious now to the cliff path and any risk of discovery. He stopped swimming and lay floating on his back with his arms outstretched like stabilisers. She gasped and her hand went to her groin. She could see the unmistakable bulge of his erection.
Oh, to be a mind reader, sampling his sexy thoughts at this moment!
Even from a distance she felt at once what must have attracted Rachel to him. She could see that he was sensuously enjoying the warm water and his supposed solitude. He was in touch with his feelings and his supposed solitude, provoking a sensual pleasure that was arousing him. Aurelia's interest in him piqued at that moment.
She studied him, captivated by his body movements. It was obvious that he was blissfully revelling in his watery solitude.
At last, he rolled onto his front in the water and began to swim with a purpose towards the cliffs at the rear of the bay. She crept down the path to the edge of the water to watch him, and was surprised to see him pull himself up into the cliff.
