My name's Ellie -- and I'm a slut.
Well, I must be -- if you look in a dictionary, it describes me just right. Well, some of the time anyway. Most of the time, the dictionary is wrong about me. But then, every now and again, I get a deep aching in the base of my belly, an aching that reaches up to my breasts and down to my pussy, an aching that makes my nipples hard and my breasts and pussy tingle, an aching that will only go away if I behave like the slut I really am.
So when the aching comes, I book a holiday -- and I ease that ache.
This is what happened the last time that ache came along, and I went away for a week. This is what happened on Friday, the fifth day of my holiday.
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Friday
I woke up surprisingly early, feeling wonderfully refreshed. Perhaps my relatively early night had been a good idea after all! I lay in bed for a while thinking about Steve and the night before. It had been great, but as usual on these holidays I wanted to move on. But as I lay in bed, still naked from the night before, I began to question what I really wanted. In the end, I gave a mental shrug and wandered into the bathroom, leaving the question hanging.
I had a nice long shower, and then went out onto the balcony with a towel wrapped loosely around me to dry off in the sun. Although it was still quite early, it promised to be another hot day. I eased the towel open, and checked out my tan. I decided that it was coming along nicely, but what I needed to top it up a bit more was a day on the beach.
Having decided on my day, I went back into my room, slipped on a skimpy bikini, pulled on some cut off shorts and a tight tee shirt, dumped a few things in my beach bag, grabbed a towel, slipped on some sandals and headed out of the door.
For the first time in a few days, I was up early enough for breakfast. I decided to make the most of it, and wandered through to the restaurant. I found a table on the veranda, overlooking the pool, and dumped my bag off before going to find some fruit juice and toast. By the time I got back, the waiter had dropped off a pot of coffee. I smiled "thanks" at him, and sat down, ready to enjoy a quiet breakfast.
"Hi again, mind if I join you?"
I looked up at the girl who had spoken. She was maybe my age, with fashionable short blonde hair, and a lithe figure that many women would die for. She was wearing a short skirt that showed off her slender, tanned legs to perfection, and vest top that clung to her pert breasts, making it more than obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra - or anything else - underneath. She looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't remember why. It must have shown on my face because she spoke again before I could answer her first question.
"We bumped into each other on the beach path a couple of days ago," she reminded me.
I remembered then -- it had been the day I'd met Tom and Matt. I had seen her walking away from the beach as I had been going there.
"Sorry if I was a bit forward," she was saying, "but I couldn't take my eyes off you."
I remembered that as well, how she'd look at me as we'd walked towards each other -- and then how I'd felt her eyes on me after we'd passed each other. A strange tingle went through as these thoughts flashed through my mind.
"May I then? Join you?"
"Of course ... sorry ... please ... sit down ... I'll get us some more coffee," I stammered, suddenly feeling more than just a little uncertain of myself, and of what my body was telling me.
The next half an hour flew by as we ate breakfast and chatted. Her name was Lucy, and she was coming to the end of a two week holiday.
"You can probably tell by the tan," she laughed, sitting up straight and swinging her legs out sideways beside the table.
I looked at her long legs, smiling at her show. And then I saw how her pose was pushing her breasts forward against her top, how it clung to them. My mouth felt dry as I felt a jolt go through me. It was usually men that had this effect on me. What was it about her? She smiled at me, catching the expression on my face. She dropped her legs back down and turned towards me.
"Beach or pool?" she asked, nodding towards my bag.
"Beach," I told her, my voice catching a little.
"I'll come down there with ... that's if you don't mind?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
When we'd finished breakfast, we picked up some fruit to eat later for lunch, and then headed out of the hotel. After a quick visit to the shop next door for some bottled water to take with us, we made our way onto the beach. It wasn't far -- across the road outside the hotel, and down a sandy path for a hundred yards or so.
Once we were on the beach, we both kicked off our sandals and walked barefoot along the edge of the sea. The beach was lined with sun umbrellas, each with two sun beds set out under them. We were in luck, and had soon found an umbrella that wasn't being used on a relatively quiet part of the beach. There were a few couples dotted around, but not many children. Most of the women were topless, with one or two people sunbathing in the nude.
We dragged the sun beds out into the sun, deciding to make the most of it before it got too hot. I dropped my bag under the umbrella, and sat down on the end of the sun bed. I pulled my top over my head, enjoying the immediate feel of the hot sun on me. I automatically pulled the ties off my bikini top lose, and dropped it on top of my bag. As I looked up, I saw Lucy gazing across at me, her eyes on my breasts.
I felt my nipples tighten under her gaze. Without thinking about it, I sat up a little straighter, pushing my breasts out, wanting her to look. With a little smile, she pulled her own top over her head, her bare breasts bouncing slightly as they were freed. Now it was my turn to stare. Her breasts were pert, but by no means small. They seemed to sweep upwards at the end, the tips a delicious dark brown, the rubbery flesh already erect.
Lucy turned her back towards me as she dropped her top onto the end of her sun bed -- and then bent over to ease her skirt down. With a wiggle of her hips, her skirt was soon down over her thighs, and her tight ass was staring at me, naked apart from the tiniest of thongs.
"Have you ever tried that?" Lucy asked, nodding towards a couple who were sunbathing in the nude.
I looked around, and then back to Lucy just in time to see her drop her bikini bottoms on top of her other clothes. She turned towards me, totally naked. She smiled as my eyes swept over her, taking in her beautiful and sexy body. She was tanned all over, even her mound which was totally shaved. My heart was thumping as I looked at her, and for the first time I felt an overwhelming urge to make love to another woman.
I was about to roll over onto my sun bed, knowing that it would take only seconds for a wet patch to appear on my bikini bottoms, when Lucy spoke again.
"Why don't you join me?" she asked.
I looked up, almost in alarm. I started to stammer a quick "No!", but I was already standing up, moving as if in slow motion. With Lucy watching, I eased the rest of my bikini off, wanting her to look as I stripped naked. I stood up, and it was if there was no one else around as Lucy smiled at me, her eyes moving slowly over my naked body again, lingering on my breasts, and then my pussy, which was barely hidden behind my neatly trimmed hair. I was suddenly very aware of the white marks my bikini had left, of my creamy ass were I'd worn a thong on some days.
"Don't worry, they'll soon go," Lucy told me, as if she was reading my mind again.
And then with a laugh, she grabbed my hand and led the way to the sea. We swam and played around for a while, enjoying the freedom of being naked. When we went back up the beach, we just dropped down onto the sun beds and let the sun dry us off. After a while, Lucy leant over and rubbed some sun tan oil onto my back, and I did the same for her, enjoying the feel of her hands on me, and of mine on hers.