Alicia was wet. Between her legs. Very wet. Wetter than she'd ever been before in public, she thought as she stared at the incredible vision just a few yards away. The girl was young--perhaps in her early twenties--and utterly, impossibly gorgeous, lying on a large beach towel and clad only in a slingshot-style one-piece bathing suit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
The sun was hanging low over the ocean, casting a golden glow onto the scene, while a cool wind began to blow softly, kicking up a little sand. The ever-present gulls were circling overhead, calling to each other with their unmistakable, piercing cries. The tide was slowly moving in, the waves crashing onto the shore with more ferocity than an hour or so ago. However, the symphony of colors and sounds and tactile sensations that accompany a trip to the shore were going largely unnoticed by Alicia. Her eyes were riveted to this one young lady, and she was powerless to pull them away.
How can this be happening to me?
Alicia wondered as she continued to study this wonderful creature. She wasn't a lesbian--at least she didn't think she was, but now she was beginning to wonder. When the girl first arrived and dropped her tote bag and towel on the sand, Alicia didn't think too much of it. In fact, she was rather annoyed that this stranger had chosen to pick a spot so near to her.
She has the whole damn beach here, why does she have to be so close to my space?
Alicia's annoyance quickly dissipated, however, when the girl took off her sweatshirt and jogging pants.
Of all the women Alicia had met or seen in her lifetime, she thought she had never seen anyone more stunning than this young lady, and that was saying something. After all, Alicia herself was no slouch. Thirty years old, with a tight body and raven black shoulder-length hair, she was a head turner in her own right. But now, Alicia was the one whose head was turned. Alicia studied the younger girl's body as she stood, stretching in the warm afternoon sun, her slingshot suit barely clinging and covering her most essential spots. She was perfectly proportioned, perfect in every detail, right down to her nearly waist-length dark brown hair. She had the sexiest ass Alicia had ever seen, and her breasts were full, firm and natural-looking.
No silicone there, Alicia thought.
The girl then sat down on her towel, pulled some sun-screen out of her bag, and began to rub it onto herself. She rubbed it on slowly, lovingly, sensually, as if she really enjoyed the touch and feel of her body and didn't care who knew it. Alicia, who was watching this lying on her belly, raised up slightly and dug her elbows into her blanket and propped her head up with her chin in her hands, to get a better look. It was then that her loins began to stir, and she first felt a moistening between her thighs.
Alicia watched as the sexy young woman slowly rubbed the lotion on her legs, moving up higher, to her inner thighs, narrowly avoiding a public masturbation scene. As she watched this, Alicia wondered what it would be like if she were the one putting lotion on the girl, or if the girl was rubbing her the same way she was now putting it on herself.
The girl finally finished applying her sunscreen, then lay down on her back. Alicia realized that her juices were starting to flow, she could feel the dampening in the crotch area of her bikini bottoms. As much as she tried to deny it to herself, she was beginning to ache with lust for this girl, wondering what it would be like to lie next to her, on top of her, feeling that incredible body, the soft, flawless skin...
Being on a public beach made it difficult for Alicia to do what she really wanted to do right now. She wanted to lie right there, stare at this hot, sexy angel that had landed right in front of her, and play with herself while she engaged in flights of sexual fantasy. Her pussy was soaking wet, aching to be touched, rubbed, fingered, but she couldn't do anything about it. She began to feel frustrated, even while at the same time she was chastising herself for feeling this way about another woman.
Pushing herself up a little higher to have a look around, Alicia scanned the beach in both directions, and saw that there were really not that many people around. There was one small group, maybe a few hundred feet away, but it appeared that they were packing up and getting ready to leave. Other than a few surfers, who appeared as small dots out on the ocean, she really didn't see anyone else within a quarter mile or so.
Slowly, carefully, so as not to draw attention to herself and spoil the moment, Alicia lowered herself back down. Still on her belly, in a quasi-pushup position, she braced herself with one elbow and continued staring at the girl a few yards in front of her. The girl was still lying on her back, perpendicular to Alicia so that Alicia had a pretty good view of the girl from head to toe. Alicia found it odd that the girl had never once looked over at her or noticed her staring. Most people do, after awhile, sense that they are being stared at and react to it. Not this girl--not yet, anyway. Alicia was grateful for that, but still, she wanted to be careful. She grabbed her towel with her free hand and threw it over her backside, to help mask what she was going to be doing. She moved her free hand down, slipping it under her belly, down to her bikini bottoms, under the elastic band, where her fingers encountered warm, slippery wetness.
Slowly, easily at first, Alicia began to caress her femininity with her fingers, brushing them over her clit, as she gazed at the young girl, slowly scanning her body from head to toe, marveling in its perfection and sexiness. She watched as the girl's chest rose and fell slowly, her breasts straining at the wide straps of the slingshot suit that barely covered her nipples, and imagined herself kissing and nuzzling those breasts, playing and teasing those nipples. Alicia's fingers worked faster as she looked at the girl's flat belly and sexy thighs, and imagined lying on top of her, the girl's strong, shapely legs wrapped around Alicia, those perfect breasts pressed into hers...
Alicia slipped a finger into her pussy, which was soaking her bikini with its sweet, lubricating juices. She slipped a second finger in, and pushed them both in as far as they would go, letting out a soft, involuntary cry of pleasure as she did. She was somewhat surprised when she realized that she was rocking her body, pushing herself into her hand as she fingered herself. She tried to stop herself--she didn't want the girl to look over at her and realize what she was doing, but it felt too good. Alicia realized that she was so turned on now that her inhibitions were disappearing like sandcastles in high tide. As she stared at the godlike vision of loveliness before her, Alicia continued to slide her fingers in and out of her pussy and grind it into her hand for another minute or so, her level of arousal ever increasing, the road to orgasm getting ever shorter.
Suddenly, the girl moved. Alicia froze, suddenly afraid that she's been discovered. She lay her head on the blanket and pretended to be asleep, her hand still inside her bikini bottoms. Soon, Alicia heard footsteps in the sand, getting closer, closer, then finally heard a soft, lyrical voice say,
"Hi there, are you awake?"
