The Suburban Sweetheart series has ended, but between 2006 and now Emma and I had some memorable times and this (occasional) series will highlight some...
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I hadn't had a beach holiday for years, mainly as I didn't like them that much. There is very little fun to be had sitting on your own in a shabby British seaside town. This year, however, I had decided to try again and treat myself for my birthday. The weather was good, the school holidays hadn't started, what could go wrong?
The afternoon was dragging, the blue sky unrelenting and the lure of the cool sea had gone. My shorts had dried off and I decided to just put a t-shirt on and head back to the hotel, via a coffee stop, to clean up before going for a walk later. The beach was quite busy, people had decided that, even if they should be at school or work, they would take advantage of the hot spell. I figured it would get worse, so that had also swayed my decision to leave.
I found a shower and some taps near the toilets and decided to wash my feet of the sand before putting my trainers back on. The facilities were pretty good, the toilets were clean and a good size for changing in, as I had done earlier and there were some showers to wash the salt off next to the beach. I was taking things slow, the swimming and hot sun had tired me a bit. I sat on the kerb by the concrete path and languidly let the water run over my toes. Nearby a group of six boys were chatting, hanging out, trying to look cool and checking out the girls. They clearly had their eyes on someone.
"She had great tits." One of them said, their voices high, but not loud enough to make it to the toilets block. "Wish she had worn a bikini, but even in that black costume they looked fucking fantastic." he laughed.
"Yeah, they stood out." another of them added, "In every way." and they all laughed.
"Her arse was great too." A third pointed out.
"Did anyone see her face?" The first lad said and the others mumbled. "Doesn't matter, be good to bang her from behind!" he laughed.
"Yeah, but you wouldn't see her tits then." a friend added.
"She looked ok, only saw her from the side, looked quite cute." One of the others said, quietly.
"Look at you, the romantic." another teased him.
I looked at them. They were eighteen or nineteen, maybe. Probably in their last year at school, full of hormones and nowhere to go except to look at girls on the beach as they waited for their final days before the holidays and then University. They had little grace, moving awkwardly, still getting used to a man's body controlled by a boy's brain.
"Not romantic, it's just she was pretty. Very nice for an older woman." he snorted and kicked at something on the ground that wasn't there.
"An older woman with great tits." One of them added
"Definite MILF," said another.
"Yeah, really hot body." another piped in.
"She's here." one of them said, turning to face his friends and with his back to the toilets.
She was wearing a light green summer dress. Her dark hair was wet and hung down loosely, with only a hint of being combed after being in the sea. She walked tentatively, as if knowing she might have an audience and she looked a bit worried. Then she looked around at the boys and to me as I sat, waggling a foot to try and dry it. There was the hint of a smile on her lips and, even from this distance, I could see her eyes were dark and shining. She stopped, as did the whole area it seemed as the lads went quiet and just nudged each other. She looked around and a look of concern crossed her face, which was more than pretty, her features soft and warm, high cheekbones, a slightly square jaw and a nose that seemed to fit her face perfectly. She also had lovely lips that parted slightly as she turned her head, the wet hair sluggishly following her movements.
There was a gasp from at least two of the boys as she put her bag down between her feet and bent to look in it. I couldn't be one-hundred percent certain, but it didn't look as if she was wearing a bra, her cleavage visible as she rummaged for something, the fit of the dress only concealing positive proof of her being braless by keeping her nipples hidden. If there was a bra, it was cut low on her breasts, but the movement suggested there was none and seven of us were staring intently to check. A towel was pulled out to splat on the ground and some other items were moved around, a small purse was placed on the towel and she looked up and around, not noticing the eyes on her, or, more correctly, on her cleavage. She stood and put her hands on her hips and peered off, out to sea for a few moments, then shook her head and bent again and one of the boys groaned, causing her to lift her head and look their way for a second.
"Need a hand darling?" One of the brave ones said and she lifted her head to smile at him and it got a whole lot warmer.
"No thanks." she said, a slight laugh in her voice. She spoke quietly, but firmly with no hint of an accent in the two words. She didn't sound posh, but had the air of sophistication and elegance, even as her breasts jiggled in her green dress as she continued to investigate her bag for whatever it was that was missing. She stood again and I could sense the disappointment from the boys. She lifted a hand to her head and then laughed and shook her head as she pulled her sunglasses from her hair. "See, I found them." she said, her smile now wide, her eyes outshining it.
"Need a hand putting them on?" the brave one said again and her laugh was softer than a spring breeze but a thousand times warmer.
"I think I can manage that, but thank you for your kind offer." she said and her gaze was directed at the group and I could sense the panic that went through them.
"Well..." There was a pause as another brave one decided to try his luck, "If there is anything else you need help with." Everything went quiet again as she gave a little shake of her head and laughed.
"Oh, are you here to help tourists?" She said, her head slightly tilted and her eyes shining as she looked at them.
There was quiet for a few moments.
"Yes, we give guided tours." another one said, the one who had said she was cute earlier and had now been proved very right.
She stood up very straight, her hair moving a little before it settled to drop in waves to frame her face, which was getting more than cute the longer you looked at it. I was trying to gauge her age, but failing. She looked older than me, but when her eyes shone, as they were now, you just forgot all that nonsense and looked as she drew you in. "What type of tours, pray tell?" she said, her voice still clear and soft.
There was quiet again.
She smiled and a look of mischief flashed across her, much like a cat ready to play with a barely alive rodent. "I think I am too old for a tour of secluded bus shelters, park benches and bushes." the smiling assassin said and her head tilted again, the small earring in her left ear glinting as the hair fell away to reveal it.
Still none of them spoke.
Then she turned to me and I shivered.
"Are you part of this group?" she said softly and the words crashed over me.
"No, I feel I am way too old for their cool gang." I said, steadying myself and thankful I was already seated.
"Nah, never seen him before." a brave one said.
"Maybe he would like a guided tour too." she said and chuckled as her eyes burned into the young man. None of them spoke.
She turned to me, still smiling, amused at something, maybe her power over the young men. "Would you like a guided tour?" she said and I wasn't sure if she really meant it or if I was now her plaything.
