The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is a one part shortie unrelated to any of my other works. It involves something I've fantasized about doing in real life but haven't been brave enough to try just yet. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne
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Last month, while on a working vacation, I did something crazy...
...really crazy...
...something I never had intended to do...
...but it happened.
My name is Melanie, and I'm a writer.
I graduated with a degree in journalism ten years ago and began working for my local newspaper. For a 20-something girl just starting out, it was actually a good job. It soon became clear though, that the newspaper industry was waning, so I transitioned into writing for public radio and television. It opened a lot of doors for me, and gave me the confidence to try becoming a novelist.
Now, finally, at age 32, I had just gotten my first novel published, and it felt like I was entering a new exciting chapter in my life.
Until last year, I thought that new chapter would include a husband, but things didn't quite work out as planned. To make a long story less long, I'm now a single mother with a 10-month-old baby girl that I absolutely adore.
So, when I wanted to begin working on a second novel, I felt like I needed some time in isolation, away from distractions. My best friend, Amber said that she would take care of baby Savannah for a week while I rented a cabin on a private beach where I could relax and write without being disturbed. It was a marvelous getaway, and for the first few days, I spent the mornings writing, the afternoons alone on the beach, and the evenings reading or listening to music. No social media, no phone calls, no distractions.
It was wonderful.
I had never felt more care free.
Then, on the fourth day...
I had only been on the beach that afternoon for a short time when it happened...
I had just put my large towel down on the beach where the sand was hard and level. I hadn't even taken my heels off yet. I know, I know, heels? On a beach? Well, they weren't dressy or anything. I didn't know until I got there that the path between the sand and the cabin had some rocky areas, and the only shoes I had brought with me were some casual tan sling backs. The problem was that they had a two-inch heel on them. I'm a smart girl but have my ditsy moments sometimes, and I probably looked hilarious trying to walk across the beach without tripping.
Thank goodness it was a private beach.
I had gotten a new one-piece swimsuit for the trip as well. Since Savannah was still nursing, my breasts were a little larger and heavier than they normally had been, and I didn't want to try and deal with a bikini. The swimsuit had a multi-colored design with a black background, hugged my hips nicely, and made my rear look amazing. The top part was backless and had a plunging neckline which gave me some cleavage and made it very convenient to access my breasts when I needed to pump them.
I had worn my hair down that day, and the silky brunette locks fell about my shoulders. With my white sun hat and dark shades, I was ready to relax after a really good morning of writing.
I had laid faced down on my fluffy soft beach towel with my chin resting on my arm. I had bent my knee so I could reach back with my other arm and take off my heels when I saw them...
A few hundred feet away, a pair of little four wheel beach bikes were coming in my direction, each one being driven by a guy that appeared to be around the age of a university student. There was a large college nearby, so I deduced that they were probably 20 or 21 years old and just having fun riding on the beach.
I watched as they came closer. One had sandy blonde hair, a red t-shirt, and tan shorts. The other was dark-haired, with a blue t-shirt and grey shorts. Both were wearing white trainers and dark shades, their perfect hair flying in the wind.
I rolled my eyes. I knew the type all too well.
After a woman turns 30, she has a different perspective on college students in their 20s. You realize that they're just horny guys trying to impress girls. A lot of them seem to always try just a little too hard to be cool. They're usually more into themselves, and tend to see girls sexually as conquests rather than partners.
Still...they are cute when they try really hard.
As the beach bikes got about twenty yards from me, the guys slowed down and then finally stopped, the blonde leaning forward on his steering wheel and the dark haired one lowering his shades just a little to look at me over the top of his frames.
That's when I felt my heart begin to beat faster.
His eyes...his eyes were dark and beautiful, the kind a girl could get lost in so easily.
For a moment, I was mesmerized by his stare, but I recovered quickly.
"Hi there," he greeted me. "You our new neighbor?"
"Just for the week," I smiled slightly, "you boys live nearby?"
"We're students at Oceanside University," the blonde answered, "this is Jeff, I'm Kyle."
I flashed a cute smile.
"I'm Melanie."
"Are you new at Oceanside, Melanie?" Jeff asked, "I haven't seen you on campus before."
If I hadn't been wearing my shades, Jeff and Kyle would have seen my eyes go wide in complete shock.
"Are you serious?" I thought to myself. "They actually think I'm a student?"
I did look young for my age, I always have. Even at 32, I occasionally still get carded at bars or clubs. It's actually rather flattering.
This was different though, and the novel writer in me was just curious enough to see if I could bluff it out in this situation.
What harm could it do?
"I just transferred," I answered, "I'm down here on a campus visit and will be starting this coming fall."
"Best news I've had all week," Kyle said lowering his shades just a little to make eye contact with me.
That's when I actually felt my pussy getting wet.
His eyes were gorgeously blue. I had to keep myself from sighing longingly when I saw them. They were that beautiful...and they were looking at me.
Both of them were seeing me as a young, cute, college student...and it was really turning me on to let them continue thinking that.
"Maybe you guys could show me around sometime," I said taking off my shades and teasingly placing the temple tip between my lips.
I couldn't believe that I was actually flirting with these guys.
I was being such a bad girl...
...but it was so much fun.
"We'd love to," Jeff accepted my suggestion, "so what are you studying?"
I decided to up the flirting a little.
"Journalism," I replied, bending my knees and playfully giving little back and forth kicks in the air with my legs like a teenage girl talking on the phone to her boyfriend. Still wearing my heeled shoes, the effect was even more sexy.
"What about you two?" I asked, cutely resting my chin on my hand and flashing my adorable smile.
"Psychology," Jeff answered, "you know...mind stuff."
"Yeah," Kyle added, "we just finished our class on hypnosis therapy."
"Oh good grief," I thought to myself. I could tell they weren't geniuses, but "hypnosis therapy"? Really?
I figured I'd play along.
"How interesting," I pretended to be impressed, "you mean you can actually hypnotize someone?"
"Yeah," Kyle answered hesitantly, looking over at Jeff, "sure we could."
I scrunched my nose cutely at them. "You're so pretty."
"No really," Kyle insisted, "we learned how in class."
"Mmm hmm," I rolled my eyes, "have either of you actually done it?"
"Well...no," Jeff admitted, "but we definitely know how."
"Seriously?" I raised my eyebrows with complete skepticism.
"Yes!" They both answered together.
My goodness, these guys were so full of it...probably never read a book in their lives...
...but wow they were cute. Bronze from the sun, gorgeous hair, slim, fit, and those lovely eyes.
