A/N- I'm brand new to writing in Literotica. I usually only write stories for my friends to read. I'd love feedback and will wholeheartedly accept any constructive criticism.
All people in this story are above the age of 18. Similar names and places are just pure coincidence. Please enjoy!
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Clear blue skies for all to see. Not one single white puff in the sky. Just a vast expanse of pure blue. Sun rays shining down upon the citizens of Los Angeles. With above one-hundred degree weather that has everyone in the entire state sitting in front of a fan or beside a pool. Not everyone though. Not Ayden Carmichael.
Ayden was outside in the fresh air. Letting her long dark waves cascade down her shoulders to her waist. Shaking her heart shaped behind to the music plugged inside her ears. At random moments the young woman would do unique spins and twirls, just feeling the music as it runs through her body.
The heat wave the state was currently experiencing had no effect on her. Because she was headed to the beach! The wondrous beach with its sparkling cool water and fiery hot sand. Ayden continued on her way down the street, past all the luxurious beach houses. The houses that the wealthy own and like to live in on the weekends. The house just like her grandparents owned currently. It's one of the smaller houses in the gated community but only a five minute walk from the private beach!
Carrying an air of complete innocence Ayden gives a bright smile as she tries not to slip down the sand dunes. Sandals in hand and the other hanging on tightly to her hat. Light gusts of an ocean breeze dance across the sand. Ayden peers around her surroundings trying to see if any other people occupy this stretch of the beach. Not a person in sight.
On a day like this who would want to stay inside? No one in their right mind that's who! She continues on down the beach before finding a spot to make her own. First the towel, then perfect umbrella placement for shade. Tossing the flimsy lace see-thru into her large tote Ayden takes out her SPF 100 sunscreen. Probably won't do her any good with the sun's harsh rays today but it's best to be cautious.
Squirts of white cream are smoothed down on her already magnificently tan skin. Big rounded sunglasses sit atop her pert nose and her medium sized breasts hold tightly to her bikini. Swiping some more cream on her legs and face Ayden tries and ultimately fails to reach her back. If only someone were around to help her. Ayden really didn't want another sunburn after the last one. It hurt terribly and she had to stay holed up inside the boring house while her grandmother clipped through coupons and her grandfather worked in the yard.
Again she peers around trying to see if anyone-anyone is around to maybe help apply her sunscreen. Right over the side of a sweeping dune Ayden spies a form walking down toward the water. A large surfboard in arm. With the sun shining Ayden lifts her hand to get a better view of the silhouette not even fifty yards away.
She waves in a friendly manner in hopes of attracting the attention of the surfer. Pretty soon the surfer glances her way right before reaching the foamy shore. They wave back in greeting causing a wide beaming smile to lift onto Ayden's naturally red lips. "Hey can you help me!" She calls out to the stranger. Voice being carried on by the mellow breeze.
The stranger pauses as if the salty ocean breeze whispered into their ear. Finally turning with another wave before jogging along the the sand to reach her. Ayden sat on her towel, hand still raised above her to shield from the sun. Pretty soon they reach her and Ayden suddenly feels nervous. They're the only ones on the beach! What if it's a creep? Obviously the poor soul just wanted to surf and she just had to up and call them over.
The silhouette is blocked out by the sun, a dark mass standing above her. The person pants, striking their board deep into the sand. "Hey-you needed help?"
At first Ayden is surprised. Quickly taking off her sunglasses she peers up at the surfer. Her long blonde hair is tied up into a ponytail showing off her long neck. The navy wetsuit she wears clings to her body like a second skin, hugging her form in all the right places. She's not too leggy more on the muscular side. Ayden can already tell from the board and wetsuit, added with the woman's dark tanned skin that she must spend quite a bit of time out on the water.
"Sorry about that it's nothing major!" Ayden quickly shakes her head to clear the dazed look from her eyes, "But I was wondering if you'd mind rubbing some sunscreen on my back?"
The unnamed surfer darts her eyes down to Ayden. Noticeably checking her out. A small blush flushes her cheeks. Even though Ayden knows she has an amazing body with her hourglass womanly shape and firm but perky 32D size breasts no one has ever so blatantly checked her out before.
"Sure I can do that. What's your name?" The woman sticks her hand out for Ayden to shake.
Lifting herself up onto her knees Ayden grasps onto her hand. Electric sparks ignite from the touch. Tensing Ayden forces a smile. "I'm Ayden!"
The woman flashes her own smile, "Carson."
After their introduction Ayden easily flips onto her stomach, digging her hot pink painted toes into the sand. Sunscreen bottle outstretched toward Carson. "Here. Thanks for doing this." Laying her head down Ayden settles into a more comfortable position.
"No problem, you want me to start anywhere specific?" Carson drops to her knees beside the relaxed dark haired beauty. She has to stop herself from literally cupping the perfectly round behind Ayden has. It's just so perfect and looks oh so delicious.
Ayden shrugs her shoulders not really caring "Anywhere is fine." She hears the loud clack of the cap being popped. Readying herself for the most likely cold sunscreen Ayden awaits Carson to apply it. She gives out a startle gasp at the cold cream once it makes contact with her exposed back heated from the sunlight.
Carson grins at the soft gasp and moans releasing themselves from the woman beneath her. She decides to really dig into her shoulders noticing that Ayden has some knots. "Just let me know if I'm being too rough."
Another moan escapes Ayden's red lips. The massage that Carson was giving her was amazing! She couldn't help but to relax further against the towel, "Harder go harder." She mumbles out pushing back against Carson's knuckles.
In return Carson really starts to dig in sliding along her back and sides. When she comes to the strap keeping Ayden's bikini top in place she simply unties the thin straps brushing them aside. "Don't want you to have a tan line. Hope you don't mind." In actuality all Carson wanted was to get rid of the offending fabric. Only wanting to get a closer look at the tan breasts hidden under the beauty.