When one considers the fact that living in a rural town in mid-state Missouri does not exactly give you an accurate impression of the way the rest of the world functions, it's not surprising that Libby accepted her aunt and uncle's invitation to visit them for the summer in Northern California. Not that her hometown did not have its charm...but quintessential small-town America has this nasty habit of bordering on banality. So, an excited Libby slid out of her mother's Bronco with her suitcase in hand, eager to board the plane that would take her to the Golden State, and away from the constant humidity and smell of cow manure.
"Remember what I told you, Libby," her mother said, voice wavering slightly with maternal concern. At 18 years of age, Libby had never be further away from home than St. Louis. "You get tired of all that sand and sunshine, you call me, and I'll meet you at the airport."
Libby turned to her mother, an impish smile dancing on her full, pink lips. "Sure Ma," she said, and laughed. "You're worse than dad. I'm a big girl, and flying in a plane's not such a big deal. I'll give you a ring when I get there. Aunt Kendra and Uncle Phil will meet me at the airport, and if you want, I can ask the stewardess if she'll mind holding my hand until we land. Would that make you feel any better?" Her brows arched with a playful grin.
"Don't be a smart ass, Libby Lynn," her mother replied,"I just worry about you, that's all. You'd better get going, or you'll miss your flight. Call me when you get there. I love you."
"Bye Mom. I love you too." She blew a kiss at her mom and shut the door. She didn't look back as she entered the terminal.
The flight was uneventful. A rather disgusting looking man across the aisle from her made repeated treks to the bathroom, each time, pausing just long enough in his stride so that his hand could brush her shoulder and peer down her low cut blouse at the swell of her rather ample cleavage. After the first few trips, she asked to trade places with the elderly woman sitting next to her, telling the woman that she had never been on a plane and would like to sit in the window seat. The woman gladly changed places with her, and despite a mournful look from pervert-man, she had no more trouble on the trip.
Her aunt and uncle met her at the terminal of Oakland International Airport. Her aunt was different from what Libby remembered. She seemed to have aged far more than Libby's mother, who was two years older. Her uncle Phil was a rather tall man, about six feet, which made Libby, at barely five foot four, feel like a dwarf in comparison. His hair was light blonde, so if there was any gray to it, Libby couldn't tell. Something about the way his eyes ran over her, appraising every inch of her body before his lips formed into a seemingly false smile, made her feel uncomfortable, but she chalked it up to jet lag.
They claimed her bag, then drove to her aunt and uncle's large two story house, sitting at the top of a hill sloping down to the waters of the Pacific Ocean about a half hour north of San Francisco. When she stepped out of the car and inhaled the crisp ocean air, she felt a shiver run through her entire body. Her nipples immediately hardened into two small rocks, throbbing against her tight T-shirt at the chill in the air.
Her aunt laughed. "Looks like someone has grown too used to muggy midwest summers. It's all right, Libby, you'll get used to the weather soon enough, and then wild horses won't be able to drag you away from the beach! Let's get you inside and unpacked. I'm so happy that you decided to come. We're going to have a blast this summer."
It was explained to her that the house and all surrounding property belonged to her aunt and uncle, and the cliffs on either side of the property divided their private beach from the rest of the surrounding area. There were signs posted everywhere, warning against trespassing, declaring the area private property. Libby liked the idea of having a beach all to herself. She couldn't wait until her aunt and uncle left for the day, so she could sunbathe the way nature intended. It wasn't long after she arrived that she got her wish.
About a week into her visit, her uncle left on a business trip, not to return for three days. Her aunt had a convention she had to attend in Redwood City, which would leave Libby alone in her aunt and uncle's house for two days. As she watched her aunt drive off in a rented Honda, she let out a whoop and ran through the house, discarding clothes as she went.
When she reached the deck in the back, she raised her arms and stretched, allowing the sun to warm her entire naked body. Her nipples were thick and erect like two perfect jewels on her chest. She ran her hand down to her pussy, and ran a finger along the smooth lips, wondering how the frigid sea water would feel against her bare skin. Laughing like a little girl, she grabbed a towel, ran down the stairs and descended the hill leading to the beach.
She reached up and unfastened the rubber band holding her braid in place, and shook out her waist length auburn hair, enjoying the way that the soft tresses felt as they tickled her buttocks. She threw down her towel, screamed "Banzai!" and plunged into the water.
Her entire body felt like it had been submerged in ice, and she emerged from the water, chest heaving up and down. Water trickled from her hair down around her large breasts, down her sides, past her fleshy cunt lips and velvety thighs, and into the soft sand below. She laid her towel out on the sand and eased herself down, enjoying the tingle of water drying on her skin. Her eyes closed, and she drifted off to sleep.
She awoke on her stomach, with a pair of rough, strong, male hands pinning her arms down. Something round and hard was pressed up against the entrance of her ass. She screamed, which was met by a deep chuckle. She tried to buck her assailant off her back, but he outweighed her by quite a bit. She felt the hard thing at the entrance to her ass begin slowly pushing through her cheeks, resting at the entrance of her hole. She whimpered.
