*This is my first short story (as opposed to a "sexcapade"). Chapter One follows. I would love your feedback.
CHAPTER ONE
Alexis adjusted a strap of the bikini top that barely covered her ample bosoms, took another sip of her rum and coke, stretched out on her lounge chair and tried to enjoy the impending sunset over the Gulf of Mexico.
Fired. After six years. Well, she hadn't been fired as much as having been a casualty of what the members of the board called outsourcing. "Big deal. The bottom line is that you are out of a job." Alexis said to herself as she raised her glass to toast herself mockingly. As she did, ice cold drink spilled over the edge of the glass and splashed onto her well-toned, tan stomach.
"Damn!" She leaped up from the chair and stumbled over her shoes, falling hard onto her knees. Her drink splattered across the deck. Tears immediately filled her eyes, more from embarrassment than from pain. She quickly looked around and did not see anyone walking along the private beach, so she let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness that Caroline and Marc are letting me stay at their beach house so that I can regroup," she thought to herself. "Maybe a run up the beach would do me some good."
Alexis walked across the well-cared for deck, past the hot tub that would easily hold six adults, paused long enough to turn it on, and slid the heavy glass door open on its well-oiled track. The cool darkness of the interior greeted her. She padded over to her suitcase and thought to herself, "I really need to unpack this thing if I am going to stay here for two weeks."
She picked up her running clothes and headed into the large bath. The marble tiles felt cool against her feet. She walked over to the full-length mirror, untied the strings of her top and let it fall to the floor. She then slid her finger under the strings on each side of her thong bikini bottom and slid it over her well-rounded, tanned ass and curved hips, down to the floor where it joined her top.
Her skimpy bikini was another byproduct of the last several weeks of events and if she weren't at a private beach, she would not be caught dead in that thing! She stood there in front of the mirror assessing herself. "Way to go Alexis. Not only have you lost your job, but your boyfriend has dumped you because he says that you're boring in bed."
She ran her fingers lightly along the sides of her breasts, causing her nipples to tighten into large pebbles. She slid her hands underneath and lifted her tits up, squishing them together. She then tugged at her erect nipples, rolling them in her fingers. After lingering there a bit, she felt her way over her toned, flat stomach down to her pussy. She brushed her hand over the well-trimmed hair and around the inside of her thighs. She turned and pushed her rounded ass out and admired it in the mirror.
"I don't look half bad," she thought as she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail and looked at her face in the mirror. Her blue eyes had lost their sparkle and looked rather despondent. "Well, that is why I am here. To rejuvenate and relax! So that's what I'll do." She put on her practical gray sports bra, and her nipples stood at attention under the taut fabric. She pulled the navy blue running shorts over her hips and adjusted the waist. The split on each side complimented her lean, toned legs.