Inspired by a story I read LONG ago, and decided to try and elaborate upon with some continuing erotic adventures. Dedicated with many thanks to the authors I have read, and the people of past & present (equally lovable and depraved) who have inspired me richly and critiqued me...x
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When Danielle moved out to Los Angeles, she was more than a bit dazed at the various differences her new city wore on its sleeve, and the way it did so quite unashamedly, brazenly, like one of its very own blockbuster movies.
This was light years from the life she had left behind her in Trenton, something Danielle frequently wondered at (and very happily so). This was a fantasy city, a melting pot, a twenty-four hour a day non-stop carnival whose characters lived up to all the cliches of shallowness she had heard of the place, and was what had drawn her. All the obsessed, those seeking fame, illusion, beauty, and the wantonness of that beauty, plastic tits, tans, paparazzi, Paris Hilton, celebrities, faux celebrities and more.
She had left several troubles behind her back east, and was learning that the lifestyle out here was very new, how the climate was a wonderful change and the people were a whole lot more diverse...
Danielle had blown a lot of her precious staring money on renting the smallest apartment in a typical L.A. complex: a building Spanish in style with three stories and balconies all clustered around a pool. The rent for her very small place was sucking most of her money, but she thought the pool was the very lap of luxury, not having had anything similar in Jersey. All in all, she was basically happy, if more just glad to be away from her previous life, even though there were certain old fiends she missed a lot.
Whilst she was slowly starting to get to know some people at her work, the pressure of the job and aloof nature of lots of people she encountered meant that Dani still felt quite alone in her new setting, knowing the stereotypes about L.A.'s potential loneliness trap. Given the disasterous relationship she had left behind, Dani was still feeling her way back into any kind of sex life to, and she had not had any partners since she had made her move west.
Dani had landed a job as a waitress in a chic West Hollywood restaurant, and whilst it was damn hard work by night, with late finishes and busy shifts, she often got the days to do what she liked with. With not a lot of disposable income, she spent a lot of time sunbathing. She still couldn't get over the fact that the glorious weather seemed to offer her body constant rays, and her apartment block with its facilities was the perfect location to indulge in that cheap little luxury of her's. Most of the people in her building were at work when she was off and so Dani usually had the pool area to enjoy all to herself.
One day in the second month after she had moved in, Danielle was soaking up the sun as she lay on her stomach, with her bikini top untied to avoid that tell-tale line in her bronzing. The bikini set was her stand-out favourite item, a sleek black Dolce & Gabanna number and she could always remember exactly how excited she'd been the day she had care-free splurged her cash and bought it. It fitted her delightfully, and each time she wore it now, she loved to admit to herself that she felt like a goddess in it.
As Dani lay there that day, her thoughts drifting as she absorbed the warmth, she presently heard the unmistakable click of high-heeled footfalls stepping sharply along the paved pool side and coming toward her. Idley, she turned her head to see a pair of legs standing actually very close to her.
From her low, prone position, Dani found herself staring at a pair of woman's shins and feet which were very tanned, and were in a pair of obviously expensive high-heeled sandals that looked very fashionable, and had a wonderfully graceful towering heel that must have been 5 inches high.
Her eyes travelled up from this view, and as they did so, she took in the longest and most shapely pair of legs she had ever seen, legs that finally ended in a tiny white string-bikini bottom that was wrapped briefly and tightly over her crotch. This woman was tan, real tan, not her New Jersey wanna-be and she had the flawless body of a model.
"Hello. You must be new here," the woman said after she had seemingly given Dani a couple of moments to study her. "I'm Bethany. Welcome."
Danielle still couldn't make out the woman's upper half, or any of her face as she squinted upward, since the stranger seemed to be deliberately standing right in the sun, her shadow falling over Dani's prone form.
"Um, thanks. I've been here for a couple of months now," Danielle replied to the figure in front of her, screwing up her eyes as she reached for her oversize black plastic sunglasses that were on the floor next to her discarded paperback.
"Have you been away?", Dani asked her, as she slipped the glasses on.
Just as the woman took a form before her tinted eyes, Dani watched her then move gracefully to perch herself down on the very edge of the lounger that was next to her own.
Aware that she was clearly following the woman's lead, Dani knew that she could remove her sunglasses now, and as Dani slowly pushed them up onto her forehead, she actually almost gasped a little. The woman there before her was fantastically beautiful, so much so that it physically struck Dani.
Now she was sat down, Dani could finally get a look at this "Bethany". Up from her lovely thin legs, the woman's stomach was flat, with perfect toning, and above her flawless abdomen was her hard-to-miss chest. Dani felt a slight pang of envy given that this new girl's breasts were quite bigger than her own, and also looked quite absolutely perfect in their full shape. Every bit of the wonderful appearance of these heavy breasts was quite apparent because the tiny white triangles of her matching bikini top barely covered her ample globes.
The woman was a honey blonde and her hair looked very sexy cut short-ish on her in a kind of bob that had bangs swinging down at the front to just below her jaw. The way she sat on the edge of the sun-lounger with her back straight, chest pushed out and neck swiveled to face Dani side-on made her look statuesque, and everything about her said maturity. Danielle realised she was feeling just a little embarassed in the woman's presence, even though Dani reckoned the woman must be close to her age, probably only two or three years more than her 25.
Bethany, who had pushed her own large, black sunglasses back onto the top of her head, showing off the Dior name quite evident down their thick arm as she did so, then produced some suntan oil and began rubbing it on her own arms and shoulders.
"Yes, I have been away for a little while. In Europe. I was....busy," she explained vaguely, a slightly far-away look coming over her face as she seemed to think back to it. Dani didn't feel like rudely prying.
"I love your bikini. Dolce right?" the Bethany woman added.
