This is my first story for this site. It contains some voyeurism and non-consent, but I promise everything turns out just fine for our heroine in the end.
Emily sighed as she swiped her card into her hotel room lock. After two hours worth of flight delays on the red eye, she could barely stand, much less talk to the concierge and get her room. The process had been almost as exhausting as the flight itself.
Still, now that it was all over, it was completely worth it. Two weeks to herself right next to the best beaches money could access. If she weren't so tired, she could have laughed and jumped for joy.
Walking into the hotel room she was confronted by a fairly standard suite. Two beds (not one big bed, as she'd asked for), a tv, drawers between the beds, and a table with chairs. To her right was the bathroom, with a rather impressive large shower.
Setting her bags down, Emily thought of creating a schedule for the day, just as she was used to doing. In the financial world, one cannot be very efficient without a detailed plan. Just as she was unzipping her bags however, she came to a stunning realization.
I don't have to any of this.
Two weeks was a long time, she would be able to do whatever she wanted. Fuck planners. Fuck timetables.
I should just go straight to the beach and liberate myself
.
Resolving herself, Emily dropped everything and grabbed her towel.
Who cares if it's 4 in the morning? I came here for the beach and I'm damn well going to the beach.
The brochure had said there was a massive public beach near the resort, as well as two more secluded spots (rumored to be clothng optional) within walking distance. Though she didn't have a map, Emily knew the hotel was the tallest building for miles, she could easily find her way back here.
Besides, I'll ask the dude at the front desk
. With that, she closed her door behind her and headed out with her towel.
Once she got downstairs, she saw that the man at the front desk had left, but it didn't matter, she would just find her way to one of the secluded beaches and lay out.
Outside it was still dark, so Emily headed for the coast on one of the smaller footpaths away from the manicured resort and through the grasses and scrubland that buffered the coast. She figured that the smaller path was bound to lead to one of the small private beaches. Hiking the skinny path in her business shoes reassured her – the path was rocky and sandy, promising if she was looking for the road less traveled.
After just a few minutes of hiking, Emily felt her shoe land on fine sand. She could hear the crash of the waves, smell the fresh saltiness of the ocean. This was what she had come here for. She felt all the stress and worry of her day-to-day grind just slough off her.
Oh my god, got to get Free!
Emily couldn't get out of her business clothes fast enough. She tossed them around haphazardly,
I can get them later,
the feeling of being alone on the beach was exhilarating.
Down to her underwear, she held her towel over her head and ran to the ocean. The water was cool, but by no means cold, this far south even the nights were fairly warm. She immersed herself up to her D cup bra. Then out of nowhere a wave quickly arose and dunked the rest of her. Sputtering and stumbling, she retreated out of the water.
I'll do my swimming when I can see in front of me.
Picking a nice spot on the dry, loose sand, Emily put her towel (which she had just barely kept dry) down and stripped off her wet underwear, full breasts pillowing free once released from their bra. It felt great to be naked out in the great outdoors. She bent down and touched her toes, then ran her hands up her long legs, over her hips, across her stomach and up to her breasts, which she slowly massaged. She couldn't have been rid of her work clothes any sooner, the sensation was wonderful, pure freedom.
Looking around, Emily could just make out a rock outcropping twenty or thirty yards away on which to dry her clothes. Grabbing her bra and panties in one hand, and supporting her bouncing breasts with the other, she skipped and ran to the rocks to lay the clothes out. Once the sun came up, they would dry in no time. Then she made her way back to her towel, she even did a cartwheel halfway there.
Finally free, Emily decided to get what little sleep she could right here under the stars. Naked from head to toe, she laid down on her towel, completely spread out. There was nobody around for miles and the night air was plenty warm. On her back, she placed her hands behind her head to make a makeshift pillow.
With all of the stress of her daily life gone, Emily felt like a new woman. Of the thousands of people who used that particular beach every day, none could say they ever laid down to sleep in a more contented state.
Click!...Chhhhh. "Wow"
Click!... Chhhhh.
Emily awoke several hours later, feeling well rested if a little groggy from getting so little sleep. Her long reddish brown nair had covered her eyes in her sleep, but from what she could see, the sky looked blue and beautiful.
Click!... Chhhh
Her muscles felt relaxed, and her job felt a million miles away. She could feel her nipples perking up from a light breeze that played across her splayed out body. The wind even ruffled her trimmed pubic hair ever so sightly.
Wow! You don't ever feel that in the city.
She could hear waves crashing, birds chirping, people laughing, talking, and murmuring excitedly.
Click!... Chhhhh
Wait. People talking. Lots of people talking. And they're close.
Suddenly alert, Emily sat bolt upright, and stared directly into a glaring camera lens from five feet away.
Click!... Chhhhh. The man holding the camera took another photo. Emily's jaw fell open. She was completely exposed. Even her pussy was spread and open for the camera.
"Heeeeyyyy!!" Several people yelled and called around her. "Rise and shine gorgeous!"
Paniced, Emily looked to her right, straight towards a group of about ten young men, lounging and pretending to play beach ball while watching her nude form.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!" Emily screamed and tried to cover herself with the towel. As she was sitting on it, this was quite difficult. She half got up, and half ripped it out from under her while turning and stumbling to her left. She tripped over herself getting away just as she turned her head to see where she was going.
What she saw did not make her scream. At this point she was in far too much shock for that. She saw herself continue to stumble and fall. She saw an older man, mid sixties lying with his towel not two feet from her with. She saw him look into her eyes with a wicked grin as she fell directly over the top of him.
This can't be happening
.
Finally she landed. She was able to extend one leg to almost catch herself, but the result was that she landed with her legs spread over the stranger's hips, heavy breasts and pert nipples swaying directly in front of his face, goosebumps beginning to show across them from the sheer embarrassment.
Still, Emily was too shocked to move. She looked into the eyes of the man she had fallen onto, and he looked back. It must have only been a second but it felt like an age. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, he raised his left hand. Emily could see it advancing in slow motion, but she still just could not force herself to move. Finally, it laid to rest, cupping her ample right breast. He took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and began to delicately roll it between his fingers.
Her sensitive slit could feel his erection under her begin to grow. Only the man's thin bathing suit separated it from her open pussy. Still she couldn't move.
The man's right hand to move.
Oh no. Do something damn it, Move!
Still Emily was rooted to the spot. The man began to grind against her pelvis, his penis hard against her slit. His hand reached his crotch, and to her dismay, unzipped his bathing suit and drew out his cock. The unwanted thing rasped against her flower. She could see his wrinkled face widen in satisfaction, feel his gut rumble with a silent laughter. He moved his hand to her vagina, still dry with shock and horror. She cringed as he pulled her lips apart.
Click!... Chhhhh. The camera went off. Finally, Emily found the wherewithal to react.
"What the hell are you people doing!?!" She screamed as jumped upright. Onlookers enjoyed the view of her breasts bouncing and jiggling from the jump before she managed to wrap them in her small hotel issue towel.
One of the younger guys lounging near her was the first to respond: "We're just enjoying a nice day at the beach. Weren't you? We're not the ones breaking the law."
It was then that Emily looked around herself. All across the beach, for at least a mile on either side, people were arriving for the day's activities. Many were already settled in.
There must be thousands of people at this beach. Oh God.
"I'm... You... Aarrgh!" Emily shook with rage but couldn't decide completely who to direct it towards.
Looking down, she saw the older man, still peering at her.
This towel doesn't reach all the way down...
Then she had her target. She bent down and slapped him with full force.
"You bastard!" Again, this time feeling his nose give way under her hand.
Unfortunately, the violence of the motion caused her towel to come loose. Click!... Chhhh. The cameraman caught a full view of her bent over in full-on doggystyle.
"Gaahh!" She tried to knock the camera out of his hand, but he only danced out of reach. Backing up just a little to quickly for her to catch him, he led her a few feet before she realized she was still without her towel.
"Excuse me miss." She turned around to see another guy, shirtless and muscled, holding her towel to her and politely looking to the side. "I brought your towel. I can't apologize enough if anyone scared you. The camera is classless, but on my part I really thought you came here that way on purpose. After all this is a pretty famous beach."
She snatched the towel back from him and glared. His face seemed to register genuine concern for her situation, and he was as good looking as they come. She realized her glare was turning into a gaze. She shook it off.
