She picked up her journal, the one she had kept ever since she had learned about adult life and as she turned the pages from the beginning, she smiled as the memories came flooding back to her. Flicking over the pages she found the entry 'Cricket,' and smiled as she remembered how there were some very big bats that week.
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"Bastard!" Julie swore as she threw the hairbrush across the hotel room, narrowly missing JJ's head.
"But Baby," JJ cooed, "The weather is lovely and the sea and the sun and it's only during the day."
The reason for Julie's outburst was that JJ, her long-term live-in partner, had whisked her away to Antigua in the Caribbean for a break in the sun with the excuse it was a late celebration of her 40th birthday. It was only after they had checked into their room that he revealed that International Test Series Cricket match of the West Indies v England was on and he had bought a ticket. Julie thought that cricket was a silly game and whilst on the outside she showed JJ she was angry, inside she was looking forward to a week of lying in the sun doing nothing.
The following morning after waving JJ off to his silly cricket match Julie decided to check out the hotel beaches. With her beach bag over her shoulder and her beach wrap covering the briefest of bikini tops and thong, Julie set off for the main beach. The hotel was pretty deserted with a scattering of women and a few small children playing. Reading the little hotel brochure Julie muttered to herself as she read that the main beach was non-topless. Hating strap lines Julie lay on the beach sunning her back but became increasingly frustrated that she couldn't roll over and sun her breasts. Becoming bored Julie studied the hotel brochure again and looking at the map of the beaches she noticed that at the other end of the complex there was a beach marked 'clothes optional'. Smiling to herself, Julie picked up her stuff and headed in that direction.
It was a fair walk to the secluded cove but worth it when she got there. The beach was totally deserted and stopping only to drop her bag and her wrap Julie ran into the crystal-clear waters to cool down. Returning to the sand Julie laid out her towel and removed her top and lay down to continue her tan.
A while later Julie heard a soft melodic voice with a Slavic accent say, "Another cricket widow, you will burn with no lotion you know." Julie looked up to see a tall blonde woman with her hair swept up onto her head, defining her chiselled features. "My name is Stella and please allow me," the woman said and picking up Julie's lotion applied a generous amount to Julie's back. Julie almost purred with pleasure as the woman's firm but gentle hands rubbed the lotion into her back.