Meeting Henri

Although the beach party did happen Emmy's story is fiction. It's set in the late 1960s. Enjoy!

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This is the story of the first thirty-six hours of my new life. My name is Emmy or Emma as my parents named me. Being Chinese I am just over five feet two inches with long silky black hair. I have a heart-shaped face with a dimple on my left cheek. Although my breasts are well shaped, they are small something that has always gotten to me because I envy those women whose breasts are more of a statement. Having said that all my friends have said they look just perfect on me. I moved to Australia to live with an uncle after my parents were killed in a light plane crash when I was five years old so today, I am an Australian citizen speaking just like any other Aussie born and bred in the country. At the time of my story, I was only one month off my twenty-first birthday.

Okay enough about me. So, let's get down to the real events of this story. It was January and we were in the grip of a terrible heatwave with temperatures above the century mark for days on end. As we had experienced an east coast low which brought torrential rains with many towns being flooded the fire restrictions had been lifted and so a group of my friends had decided to drive up the coast road to a small cove we knew of. The plan was to take all our food and alcohol and have a beach party with a fire on the sandy beach. It was miles away from civilization, so we were not worried about being disturbed by anyone.

The cove was not that big, yet it had a beach with the finest golden sand which ran from a rocky shelf to the south around to a high headland to the north. Below the headland, the beach was cut by a small stream which flowed into the ocean. It was only ten feet in width, but it was quite deep with a strong current of water flowing between its steep banks.

Everything was going well we had a good fire of bloodwood logs that we had cut from the timbers of an old demolished bridge. The fire was beautiful with the burning timber glowing with a deep red giving off so much heat that we couldn't get very close to it, but this didn't matter because we had already cooked our steaks.

Four of our party had brought guitars and a saxophone so we had music to relax and dance to. It was while I was dancing quietly alone that one of the boys came up suggesting we should move out of the light and get close. I told him quietly that I didn't want to have sex with someone I had only met the other week. Driven by alcohol and drugs he continued to make a scene until one of the others told him that it was obvious, I didn't want to fuck. So, he backed off muttering angrily about how he had been kind enough to give me a lift to the cove. When he was about twenty feet from me he turned back and pointing at me told me that I was a cheap whore and that I could walk back home for all he cared.

After this distressing and somewhat embarrassing scene, I decided to move away taking a seat on an old fallen tree about fifty yards from the fire. The night was wonderful with a myriad of stars lighting the heavens, so I sat nursing a coke immersed in my own thoughts when suddenly I jumped when a strange voice said what a perfect night it was. Recovering I looked towards the voice seeing that it was a very beautiful woman who appeared to be a bit older than myself. She was around five feet eight with breasts bigger than my bumps and yet not huge. She had honey blond hair with an angular nose and a mouth which seemed to be smiling non-stop. It was obvious that she had had a good education because her diction was very clear while her speaking tone was soft but confident. She was dressed in a colorful cotton wrap that draped about ten inches below her knees.

'Hi sorry to give you a start I saw what happened a moment ago with that idiot of a boy aren't men just so simple: they have no sense of subtlety at all. Oh, sorry my name is Henrietta which I hate with a passion so I have done the only thing any good Australian could do and shortened it to Henri which is spelled with an 'I' rather than the customary 'Y'' after all I don't want people reading it and imagining I am a man. God forbid just the thought is bad enough ... imagine getting around with a cock and ball swaying between your legs.'

'Oh, hello Henri lovely to meet a normal person for a change. I don't think you are a part of the party but anyway welcome to this wonderful beach on this very special evening. Just look at the night it's bright enough to read a book. Oh, and sorry my name is Emmy although my parents called me Emma which I hate.'

'You say your parents called you?'

'Yes, they were killed when a light plane they were flying in crashed I was only five at the time and my uncle and aunt brought me from Hong Kong to live with them.'

'That explains the Aussie accent.'

As she said this, she sat next to me on my old tree trunk.

'So how come you are on this beach Henri, after all, it's so remote. That's why we chose this area because it's so far off the beaten track.'

'I actually own all the land around this cove my grandfather bought it for me when I was born. I own a total of one thousand acres. My parents are very wealthy because my grandfather was involved in mining and agriculture. We still have five sheep and cattle properties and my parents sold the mining interests because they were more involved in the entertainment industry. They own three concert halls, a chain of cinemas and a television station in Melbourne. On leaving school I wasn't interested in the family business so decided to come up here and build a small bungalow in the bush. Although I have my share in the family trust account, I mostly live off the land only traveling into town once a month for the basic essentials. Maybe one day I will turn the southern end into some kind of upmarket camping ground. The southern end is very remote because there is a steep gorge cutting the land in half so where I live cannot be gotten to from beyond the gorge. The small creek on the beach flows through it and once it's through the gorge turns north towards my house before finally flowing over the beach to the sea.'

'I heard you guys drive down to the beach and decided to find out what's going on.'

'Oh, sorry we didn't know the land was privately owned we only came here for a beach party and are leaving in the morning. Well, that's the plan although I am not sure how I will be getting home you see that idiot who came onto me was the person who brought me here. To be honest I really don't know these people because I only arrived in town three weeks ago. I am living in a single room cabin at the local caravan park and am still unemployed.'

'I met this group at the pub two Fridays ago. They seemed like a fun group and so I became friends with them. By the way, I am not involved with the guy who made a nuisance of himself ... I only met him a week ago and when I said I didn't have transport he suggested I hitch a ride on the back of his Harley. I didn't realize he expected sexual favors in return if I had then I wouldn't have come.'

As I told Henri this, I noticed that her hand drooped onto my knee rubbing softly along the inside of my leg. As she did this, she looked intently into my eyes watching as my emotion began to build. I began to feel uneasy because I have never been approached by a girl before. Henri asked me some questions about my situation and suddenly I felt tears flow down my cheeks. Before long I was a crying mess and I felt Henri draw me close as she tried to comfort me. As she did this, I felt her lips give me light butterfly kisses along my neck and her hand slide almost to the hem of my short denim dress. I suppose I should have pulled back, but it felt so warm and comforting.

When I finally recovered Henri still held me close as her hand kept sliding from my knee to the hem of my short dress.

'I am glad you came to the party because otherwise, we would not have met. You know I find you very beautiful Emmy, but please don't worry I am harmless. I can drive you home ... it's the end of the month and I need to drive into the city to buy my needs for the next four weeks.'

'Oh, thank you. Thank God I met you because no one else has room for little me. I suppose I would have had to walk to the highway and try to hitch a ride.'

'Yes, I agree because I also feel we were meant to meet. You see I have this belief that when we are born, we are meant to meet certain people who will be important to you in the future.'

As she said this, she gave me a chaste kiss on my lips. It was very soft, and she quickly sat back looking once more into my eyes. I had never been kissed by a woman before, so I felt flustered and, in a way, frightened. Henri, noticing my reaction lifted her hand from my knee.

'You needn't be frightened; I can feel your hesitancy. Look why don't you return to my bungalow where we can take in some music with a pot of tea or maybe something stronger if you like. I apologize that it only has one bedroom, but the wide veranda is covered in with a very fine flywire and there is a comfortable sun lounge that you can sleep on. Quite often during the hot summer nights, I move out to the veranda to sleep. Sometimes I think about screening off a corner and turn it into a summer bedroom. Anyway, in the morning we will discuss your situation and how to return you back to where you live. I don't trust that idiot ... have you noticed him looking this way. I think once everyone settles down for the night, he will come over here and start his shit again.'

Feeling safe and comforted I accepted her invitation because I had also seen Scotty looking my way. So, taking her hand in mine I made to stand up. She led me towards the southern end of the beach before turning inland taking us along a bush track that led back towards the north although it gradually took us inland from the beach. I don't think anyone had seen us go but regardless they would never find the track until the morning and by then I would have been long gone. Crossing the creek with the aid of a huge bloodwood that had fallen across it we found ourselves on a well-made trail that took us up a slight slope to a well-built bungalow sat in a clearing.

Henri led me through the back door into a large sit-in kitchen. It was quite warm in here because of the old wood-fired stove which was situated inside a large open space with a big open chimney above it. Opening a door Henri showed me into a cozy living room which was dominated by a large fireplace. This fireplace was big enough to take logs three feet long and I imagined what it would look like in the winter with big bloodwood logs slowly smoldering away. Offering me a seat on the couch she indicated two other doors explaining that the left was the entrance to the only bedroom while the other led into a small bathroom.

'I have a five-thousand-gallon water tank outside but as, yet I have not connected a water pump to it, so I usually have a sponge bath each evening and walk down to the waterfall in the morning. It's not a big fall but standing under it is so refreshing especially when the mornings are hot. I suppose I will eventually have to install a pump but for the time being, I am quite happy with the set up now. Of course, remember there is the surf down at the cove as well.'

Sitting together on the couch sipping a cool beer while listening to the haunting call of the Tawny Frogmouth Owls Henry lit a well rolled joint and after inhaling a good quantity of the sweet smelling smoke offered it to me. Now although I have done dope before I am not that experienced so when I coughed after the first draw Henri warned me to take it easy because it was strong stuff. After taking a second draw I handed it back to her explaining that I had had enough. Sitting in silence for about half an hour I suddenly felt Henri's hand on my thigh again.

'I am very attracted to you Emmy, but I don't want you to feel any pressure. In the morning we will go to the waterfall for our morning shower and after breakfast, we will think about your problems.'

It was close to one thirty when Henri got up and brought a pillow from her bedroom. She asked if I needed a sheet but as it was so hot, I declined. As Henry went about turning down the lamps, I visited the bathroom which as Henri had said was small with a space set aside for a shower a small hand basin and toilet. On coming out Henry kissed me lightly on the cheek before saying not to get up too early because she liked to lay in and listen to the new world wake up.

I had a disturbed night. On closing my eyes the scene with Scotty returned and I knew that what Henri had suggested was very true because once everyone had settled he would have found me and no doubt I would have been raped. The memory of this brought back my tears and I cried myself to sleep.

Once more my sleep was interrupted when I awoke having had a dream about Henri. It was obvious that she was a lesbian and had strong feelings for me. Okay, although my sexual history has been somewhat limited, I do know about women who prefer sex with another woman and honestly, I have always been fine with that.

I found myself debating with my subconscious once more. Sorry, you don't know but this debating by me has been a trait of mine for years. Anyway, once more my two ghostly friends commenced their debate.

'So, Henri has fallen in love with you.'

'Yes, so it appears.'

'Does this mean you are going to be making love with her?'

'Oh God, I don't know. Listen I find her possibly the most attractive woman I have ever met but to sleep with her ...? Okay, I know about gay people and honestly, I find them interesting because they are intelligent and very artistic.'

'You are evading the question ... do you want to have sex with her?'

'I know one thing I would prefer to have sex with Henri rather than with Scotty.'

'Then it seems you have answered the question doesn't it.'

'But I am not a lesbian'

'Okay but how about bisexual. After all, you didn't remove her hand from your thigh ... and what about her kiss.'

'Oh fuck okay so I find Henri attractive and yes I felt comfortable with her hand on my knee ... okay, so what if I do have sex with Henri.'

On arriving at my rather lame decision I rolled over, and the rest of the night was peaceful.

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The sun was streaming in through the screen when I heard Henri open the door to her bedroom dressed in a simple cotton bathrobe throwing one to me saying that it's a good time to visit the waterfall. We walked down to the log bridge but instead of crossing made our way upstream through a glade of ferns and moss-covered rocks. Coming around a corner we saw the waterfall which dropped about forty feet into a deep plunge pool. Henri motioned for me to drop my bathrobe and taking my hand led me out onto a smooth rock ledge beneath the falling water. Although at first it was hard to stand naked In the outdoors but I quickly realised that the remoteness of the waterfall and being on a thousand acres of private land I had nothing to worry about. As we stood beneath the water, I was aware of Henri starring at my breasts.

'My God you are a very beautiful woman Emmy.'

Looking towards Henri I saw her well-formed breasts that appeared to be the size of small melons with pouting nipples standing out on their apex. Glancing lower I saw her naked pussy with large floral like labia. I suddenly felt my face flush as a charge shot to my pussy.'

'Oh, Henri you are much more beautiful than me. Your breasts are spectacular when comparing them with mine.'

Nothing more was said until we left the water and Henri taking up her robe began to return naked to the bungalow explaining that on a hot summers morning it was so relaxing to walk around without the confines of clothes. I asked about mosquitoes, but Henri explained that both mossies' and sand flies seem to come active later in the morning.

Entering the house, she begged me to be like her and remain naked reminding me that we were not going to be disturbed so why worry. I had to agree that going without clothes was so much more comfortable and as I had gotten more relaxed of being naked with Henri, I left my clothes in the living room.

After a big breakfast of eggs and bacon followed with a big mug of freshly perked coffee, we retired onto the covered veranda sitting on the very comfortable canvas lounge that had been my bed looking through the extra fine fly wire screen listening to the waterfall in the background and the crash of the waves on the beach.

Henri had just rolled two joints when were disturbed by people calling my name. They continued for about half an hour until a woman suggested that I must have gone off with the stranger. It wasn't long after that when we heard the cars and motorbike depart through the forest.

'Thank God they have gone. I think I am going to put a chain and lock on the road gate. That will keep them away. Take a joint and let's relax for a while it's too hot to go rushing around anyway.'

She lit a joint handing it to me before lighting hers and settling back to smoke it. Not coughing like last night, I slowly smoked my joint sitting next to Henry on the small sun lounge. Not being used to such strong dope I felt myself relax back against her shoulder conscious of the wind rustling the treetops and the soft rush of the waterfall. I could also hear the surf on the beach but for some reason, it seemed far away. This puzzled me because I knew that Henri's bungalow couldn't be more than a mile inland.

It really was great sitting back with my dope fogged mind not worrying about my one-room hovel or the people I had come out with yesterday. To be honest I was happy not to be with them: I knew now that they were not the type of people to get involved with. This brought back a memory of the evening I met them ... I had noticed a few locals shake their heads in disappear when it appeared, I had teamed up with this obviously undesirable group of kids. Slowly forgetting what I had been thinking of I simply lay against Henri's breast listening to the sounds of water which seemed to be a million miles away.

I don't know how long we had sat like this but slowly through my foggy mind, I thought I felt a hand brush across my breast. I felt that this was wrong, but I didn't have the energy to do anything about it. As time moved on so the hand continued its illicit massage of my now heated breast and yet the thought of it being wrong had changed to a feeling of excitement. I lay there against Henri feeling my pussy become wet with arousal.

Looking back at Henri I was surprised to see her lying back much as I was with her eyes closed. Then as one hand played with my heated breast, I felt the other slide slowly towards my pussy which by now was weeping with moisture. As she slid across my clit, I thought I heard myself moan quietly. It was all happening in slow motion as Henri's hands began to work me to a fever pitch.

Through my drug fogged mind, I felt my body react to the sexual excitement that Henri was causing. Yet I still found it difficult to explain what was happening to me. Feeling my body relax and then strain against the slow build up that Henri's ministrations were causing. Felling her fingers push into me before withdrawing and my mind begging her to thrust deep once more.

Everything seemed to move at a snail's pace as I felt Henri slowly work me towards my climax. As I felt my pussy grip her fingers and my stomach clench ... my legs spreading wide open. Yet regardless of the situation, I was powerless to say or do anything. Then with a muffled cry, I felt Henri grip my nipple as she thrust four fingers into me. I heard my cry and through the fug felt myself rise off the lounge as my body seemed to explode with my climax. Dropping back against Henri I lay there in a semi-sleep while my sleepy lover supported my head on her breast.