Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous series, Becca XXX Hard Time. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters
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Becca XXX. Spring Tide. Ch 01.
Dawn raids always made me nervous.
I trusted Natalie with my life, but I knew that once we got started, we were pretty much on our own. We were crouched in the sand dunes ready to make our move down the beach after nearly a week of waiting, planning and second guessing. The early morning mist was still clearing and there wasn't a breath of wind in the air. All we could hear was the squark of seagulls and the crashing of the waves. The salty sea air filled our lungs which brought back happy childhood memories of seaside holidays in this part of the world. Cornwall really was spectacular in the spring.
Sennen Cove had its usual morning chill for this time of year, but we knew that once the sun came up properly, we would be basking in glorious spring warmth. It was just after five-thirty in the morning and the place was almost deserted.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" asked Natalie, looking as sexy as ever with her blonde hair tied back in a pony tail.
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I replied, giving her a wink. "Once more into the danger zone and all that."
I made light of our situation, but we were both feeling apprehensive about what was about to come. As usual, we just had to push down any fear we were feeling and rely on our training and confidence to get us through it. If you believe that you can do something then you're half way there.
"It's just the same as yesterday," she pointed out. "Stick close to me and we'll soon be through the worst of it."
"It looks bigger than yesterday," I replied. "It must be pushing six-feet by now, just like the forecast predicted."
"A harder paddle out will give us a better reward once we surf it back in. Come on, Becca bitch, Natalie will keep you safe."
She slapped my ass playfully, picked up her surfboard and moved out from the sand dunes and onto the wet, hard sand.
We'd been in Sennen for over a week on our new assignment and this was all part of our cover story. There wasn't much going on in this part of the world other than tourism, fishing or surfing and we needed to blend in. Two young girls touring around in a campervan and enjoying the spring swell was the perfect cover for us. I'd learned to surf in my late teens and would spend many a weekend in Devon or Cornwall with friends enjoying the Atlantic waves. That was until I'd met Lexa of course. My life had been turned upside down since then and this now felt alien to me after being away from it for so long.
Despite all the dangerous situations I'd found myself in over the past few years, surfing a large swell like this one had me worried. The waves had been increasing all week since we'd arrived and today it was really pumping. We'd parked our camper van at the top car park and then walked down through the dunes to get to the main peak. Sennen Cove was a beach break with the waves breaking over a sandbar. Sandbars usually shifted with the tide, but Sennen was pretty consistent. As the rollers came in from the deep ocean, they would peak in the middle of this particular bay forming perfect peeling waves both to the left and to the right. It was known as an A-frame peak and, on its day, Sennen was world class.
"There're not many out," Nat pointed out as I carried my board along behind her. "The tourists must be still in bed and will miss the best of it."
"That's normal down here," I laughed. "Only the hardcore come down for a dawn raid. By the time the crowds arrive, the wind will have picked up and the morning glass will be gone."
It was always ironic to me that the very same wind that created the swell out in the ocean, could also destroy it at the beach if the conditions weren't right. Huge Atlantic storms in the middle of the ocean would throw waves in all directions which would travel thousands of miles until they found a shore to break on. I didn't understand all the terminology, but I knew that the local wind conditions could make a big swell into excellent surf or an unrideable mess.
Today we were lucky. The lack of local wind meant that the waves were undisturbed and would keep their clean, glassy shape as they dissipated their power into the sand below.
"Did I tell you how sexy you look in that wet-suit?" I giggled, saying the same thing I'd said every time I'd seen her wearing it.
"You might have mentioned it," she smirked back. "And I'm naked under it. I'm not even wearing a swimsuit."
"Me neither," I laughed. "It will give the boys in the car park something to wank off to when they see us getting changed."
"You little prick tease. You're always trying to entice them to fuck you," she tittered. "But we don't need any men at the moment, you're all I need."
"If our past missions are anything to go by, we'll be getting more than our fair share of cock pretty soon," I laughed. "I've really enjoyed spending time with you again."
"Me too," she smiled coyly. "Once you get that wetsuit off, you'll be feeling my tongue and fingers inside your tight little pussy."
"Promises, promises."
We made it to the water's edge and stopped to fit our ankle leashes. The sight of Natalie bending over in front of me wearing her skin tight wetsuit made my head skip a beat. Wetsuits are designed to fit like a second skin and when you had a body as sexy as Natalie's it left nothing to the imagination.
The five-millimetre-thick neoprene hugged every inch of her perfect body, going up the crack of her ass making it look like a peach. It flattened her breasts slightly, but they still looked large and shapely. I was wearing the same suit and we must have looked like sisters to anyone watching us, apart from the colour of our hair.
The tide was on its way in and I felt the first chill of the water washing over my bare feet which made me shudder. I could have worn boots, but I liked the feel of my feet directly on the board.
Sennen Cove's tidal range was huge at almost six meters, but we were currently on neap tides. The size of the tide changed throughout the month depending on the position of the sun and the moon in relation to the earth. When the sun, moon and earth were aligned, very high high-tides and very low low-tides were formed. These were known as spring tides. However, when the sun and moon were at right angles to each other the opposite was true - known as neap tides. During a lunar month two sets of spring tides and neap tides were produced. Spring tides always gave more powerful waves especially on a rising tide due to the gravitational pull of the moon.
