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.
For the first time in my life, I actually considered doing something really out of my comfort zone.
I almost talked myself out of it, but the writer in me was curious, and the naughty girl in me was very persuasive.
"Okay," I said, flashing a cute smile, "could you hypnotize me?"
As a tease, I purposely propped myself up with my arms, pretending to "accidentally" give the boys a fantastic look down the top of my swimsuit at my larger than usual breasts.
"Uh..."
They were stunned by both my suggestion and my cleavage, my milk mounds looking like they could spill out of my swimsuit at any moment.
"Well? Do you think you could hypnotize me?" I teased them more by shifting my rear from side to side, letting the bottom of my swimsuit ride up my ass a little...just enough to mess with their minds.
Trying to play it cool, the two guys looked reassuringly at each other as if they could actually do it.
"Yeah," Jeff finally spoke up, "we could hypnotize you."
I flashed a coquettish smile.
"Okay, boys. Go for it."
"Right," Kyle gestured towards the small gold locket I was wearing, "can I borrow your necklace?"
"Sure," I reached behind my neck and undid the hook.
Kyle stooped down to take the necklace. As he did, I caught him sneaking a peek at my well-displayed breasts. I looked down at my mounds, and then glanced back up at him with a sly smile that told him he had been totally busted.
"My eyes are up here, dearie," I said, totally enjoying making him blush.
Properly chastised, Kyle stepped back and handed Jeff my necklace as he got down on the sand in front of me.
"So," I said, tossing my hat aside and playfully kicking my heels back and forth again, "what do I need to do?"
"Just relax," Jeff answered, holding the necklace in front of my eyes and letting the locket sway back and forth.
"I am going to have so much fun messing with these guys..." I thought to myself.
"Clear your mind of all thoughts," Jeff looked like he was trying to remember things he had heard hypnotists say, "concentrate on the locket...see how it sways..."
"Mmm hmm," I said softly.
"...back and forth..."
"Mmmmm hmmmm," I repeated, but this time slower, letting my eyes follow the swaying locket.
"...back and forth..."
I looked at the locket more blankly, pretending to be falling into a mesmerizing mental state.
"Melanie," Jeff continued while Kyle looked on, astonished that it seemed to be working, "I'm going to count to five, you will feel your mind drifting off to sleep. When I reach five, you will close your eyes, concentrate only on the sound of my voice, and be completely susceptible to hypnotic suggestion. Do you understand, Melanie?"
I nodded slightly, keeping my eyes locked on the swaying necklace.
"One..."
I let my eyes go to half mast as he counted, stopping my playful kicks but keeping my legs crossed in the air above my rear.
"...two..."
I began staring blankly as if my mind was shutting down.
"...three..."
I tried so hard not to smile and give myself away.
