I was swimming the day my chance came. It was a nice day, but for some reason there weren't many people at the beach. I'd swum out to one of the rafts that the council provide and was just lying there, when she also swam out to the raft and hopped aboard. It was definitely my lucky day.
Denise. What can I say about Denise. She was our beautiful, virgin, bitch queen. That description isn't a hundred percent accurate. She was definitely beautiful, and even more definitely a bitch. She doesn't know that I know it, but she is most definitely not a virgin. I stumbled across her boyfriend giving her a good service one afternoon, out in the woods. I had politely faded away without them knowing I'd been there.
Oh, yes. The queen bit in the description. She struts around giving out that she's superior to us common plebes. She knows she's beautiful and seemed to think this gives her privileges.
I suppose you want a physical description as well. She was about five foot six, with a sensational shape. Her breasts were a 36D and as far as we knew entirely natural. She had what my mother would call child bearing hips, so all in all she had what was known as an hourglass figure.
Platinum blonde, blue eyes, rich red lips and flawless creamy skin. I'm sure her hair colour is natural, too. Both her parents are blondes.
Personality wise she can be very nice, when she wants to be. Other times she can be an absolute bitch. For some reason, she had taken against me. Possibly because I didn't fall down and worship her like most men did. This meant that she was a bitch to me on all occasions.
I had been waiting for a chance to get my own back and now was the time. We were essentially alone and neither of us was wearing much.
"Denise," I said, acknowledging her presence.
"Uh. You. Why don't you go elsewhere. I want to relax in the sun," she replied.
Nice, don't you think? She didn't care that I'd been here first. She wanted the raft to herself, so would I go away? And no please, you may have noticed. Just a suggestion that I take myself off and not contaminate the scenery with my presence.
"Actually, I'm delighted you've come out to meet me," I told her politely. "It looks I can finally get you naked and have a nice sex session with you."
That got to her. This time she actually looked at me before she spoke.
"Fuck you?" she said. "It'll never happen."
I smiled at her. I'm not sure what she saw in my face, but she suddenly looked decidedly nervous.
"You appear to have misunderstood me," I said. "I wasn't suggesting that it would be nice if you let me have sex with you. I was telling you that I am going to have sex with you and you are going to co-operate while I do so. Like with the Godfather, I'm making you an offer you can't refuse."
"Watch me refuse it," Denise snapped, turning and obviously intending to dive off the raft.
"I have a photo of you and Michael fucking in the forest," I said.
She froze, and looked at me, horrified. Did I happen to mention that when I saw her and her boyfriend getting friendly in the woods, I also recognised her boyfriend? He's married with a very nice wife and two children. If word got out of what he was doing with her, they'd both have their reputations and his marriage would be ruined.
I sat there smiling, waiting for her capitulation.
"You're lying," she said. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You should think faster," I replied. "If you honestly thought I was lying, or if you didn't know what I was talking about, you'd be gone."
Denise sat for a moment, glaring at me.
"What do you want?" she demanded.
"God, you're slow at times," I complained. "I've already told you what I want. I want to remove that bikini you're almost wearing and then make passionate love to you."
Make passionate love to you sounds so much nicer than saying I want to screw your arse off, doesn't it. It almost sounds romantic.
"You don't seriously expect me to have sex with you, do you?"
The contempt she oozed when she said with you, was quite hurtful. Still, the sex would assuage my hurt feelings.
"I certainly do, and you've stalled long enough," I said crisply. "Now lie down on the raft. I want to kiss you."
She was reluctant, very reluctant, but she didn't resist when I placed my fingers at the top of her chest and pressed her lightly backwards, encouraging her to lie down.
"Just to make sure you understand," I murmured, "as well as kissing you I'm going to take this off," plucking lightly at her bikini top, "and play with your breasts, and I'm going to remove these," this time plucking at her bikini bottom, "and stroke your pussy before plundering your body with my cock. Understand?"
Denise looked at me and then away, but nodded.
Reaching down I tilted Denise's head so she was looking at me again. Then I leaned down and started kissing her. For someone who was reluctant, she certainly knew how to kiss. Heat seemed to explode between us. I had already been semi erect from the anticipation and teasing I'd been doing. Now I was at full attention. Seeing I was lying next to her, there was no way Denise missed that stirring down below.
We continue kissing for a few minutes. I suspect that Denise would have been perfectly happy to continue kissing, as while we were doing that we weren't doing other things. I sat up, breathing hard. I reached for her bikini top and tweaked it lightly.
