On Holiday
At the Beach
Tatarina shaded her eyes from the sun, as she looked across the beach at Milaka. The sea a brilliant blue, contrasted strongly with the yellow sand and white breakers. The seagulls wheeled overhead, screeching as they surveyed the holiday makers, looking for scraps of food. She breathed in the sea air, and swinging her beach bag over her shoulder, popped her hat on her head and walked along the paved esplanade towards the brightly colored beach huts in the distance.
It seemed ages since she had been here and walked on the sea washed sand. Her hat shielded her face as she strolled along, watching the other sunbathers as they lay soaking up the last of the summer heat. The beach side town lay to one side of the small bay with high cliffs on the other. She viewed the various tourist trinket and takeaway shops, as she walked towards the empty end of the beach. It was out of season, and only a sprinkle of tourists peppered the beach. She smiled, as the sun warmed her arms and legs.
Passing the shops, dispensing drinks, food and ice-cream, she could feel their owner's eyes following her as she continued her promenade. At the end of the esplanade she walked down some stone steps and onto the sand.
An aunt owned a beach changing hut, and had insisted that Tatarina took advantage of it, as she was away this week and was not using it. Tatarina jumped at the opportunity. She smiled to herself as she strolled past a group of young men, playing with a beach ball on the sand, whilst casting furtive glances in her direction. One wolf whistled as she walked by, causing her to smile even more. It was a long time since she had enjoyed innocent admiration.
She approached her aunt's bright blue hut, and reaching into her bag, produced the key. She opened the door and pulled it open. Inside were a couple of reclining loungers, with faded and worn red canvas cushions, a large beach umbrella, some deck chairs that hung on the wall, and a table.
After putting her bag down on a shelf that ran along one wall of the hut, she took hold of one of the loungers, and wheeled it out onto the sand, just in front of the hut. She then thought it would be a good idea to pull the other one out, giving her somewhere to place her stuff, so she pulled the second one out and placed it alongside the first one.
Returning to the hut, she unpacked her bag, and placed her new one piece swim suit wrapped in a towel on the table, along with a drink bottle, sun cream and a book. She turned, and after closing the door, proceeded to undress, hanging her skirt and blouse on the hooks, that lined one wall of the hut. Unclasping her bra, released her ample breasts which swung free as she moved around. She quickly slipped off her panties and for a moment stood naked. She rubbed her breasts and nipples, standing in the warm dry air of the hut, enjoying a brief feeling of eroticism, knowing that outside, a mere doors width away, the other beach goers were carrying on their leisure, unaware of her standing here naked. She shook her head, and after unwinding her towel, picked up her swimsuit and stepped into it. She pulled the suit up and over her breasts, sliding her arms through the holes. Cupping her breasts with her hands, she adjusted them inside the suit. She was ready, she picked up the sun cream, hat and book, pushed open the door and placed them on the spare lounger.
She looked along the beach, enjoying the warmth of sun, then returned to the hut to pick up her towel which she laid down on the lounger and after smoothing it out, sat back to enjoyed the view. There were very few sunbathers up this end of the beach and these were towards the town, which in the busy season, would have been crowded. Further down, towards the cliffs at the end of the sand, there was nobody.
She uncapped her sun cream, and after squirting a small amount onto her palm, spread it over her arms and legs. Her modest suit seemed a little old fashioned, compared to some of the skimpier ones, girls were wearing further along the sand towards the town, but being a shy girl at heart, she preferred to be covered. She put down the cream on the seat next to her, and lay back.
The sun was beautifully warm, without burning, and in the warmth of the late morning, the sound of the waves lulled her off into a light doze. She could still vaguely hear the sound of the gulls, and the distant sounds of the men playing.
She was awoken from her light doze, by the sound of feet scrunching along the sand. Opening her eyes, she lifted her hat, and looked upwards at the man walking a few metres in front of her lounger. Their eyes met, and to her horror, she recognized the fat correction officer.
"Well, well, well, Ms. Stevens, fancy meeting you here."
Her heart sank, what he was doing here, she had hoped she had left all that behind. She tried to look away, but his stare held her.
"Well, this is a pleasant surprise! And what are you doing at Milaka? Are you on holiday?"
"Um er yes. Er yes sir," stammered Tatarina.
He stood there grinning down at her, his skin pale and hairy, his paunch hanging over the front of his swim trunks.
"Is that your hut then, Ms. Stevens? I didn't think your money could stretch to a luxury like that?"
"It's my aunt's sir."
"Oh, is she here with you today?"
"No, sir."
So you are on your own then, Ms. Stevens?"
"Yes, sir," Tatarina said before she could think, regretting it instantly, why hadn't she said there was someone with her?
"Well then, aren't you going to invite me to share one of your seats, after all we are like old friends?"
He laughed, and without waiting for a reply, placed his bag on the sand, and after passing Tatarina her sun cream, sat down on the chair with a grunt. Tatarina almost felt like crying, here of all places, she thought she could get away from the terrible mistake that had almost ruined her life, and it was all because of this evil man.
The fat man lay back, and scratched his fat belly. He looked down the beach to where the men, who had stopped playing, were lying around on the sand.
"And how long are you here for, Ms. Stevens?"
She looked over to him, shielding her eyes from the glare.
"I've only got a couple of days, and then I have to go home." Her voice squeaked as she held back her tears.
"Good, well that's good, as I have a few days here before I return; maybe we can share this beautiful place."
Tatarina was quiet, and did not reply, as she watched him eyeing her up and down.
He eased back in the lounger and, like Tatarina looked down at the surf. They lay quietly for a while, before she dared to look at him out of the corner of her eyes. He had closed his eyes.
Tatarina, did not know what to do, she knew, if she tried to leave, he would question her, so she decided maybe it was best to stay, he could hardly try anything here on the open beach. She mused like this for some time before her thoughts were broken.
