I'd been on night shift all week. In my opinion, night shift is the pits. I never seem to be able to catch up on my sleep and at the end of the week I'm bushed. So it was the end of the week and I arrived home, intending to sleep for a few hours to refresh myself, but only a few hours. That would let me get to sleep come nightfall and re-establish my normal sleep pattern.
I didn't get a chance to hit my bed. A couple of my housemates were going to the beach with friends and they ganged up on me, insisting I come along. I figured, why not? After all, I could pinch some me-time at the beach and have a snooze. The gang would make sure I didn't sleep too long.
The whole gang of us piled into three cars and we headed off. Arriving at the beach we staked out an area for ourselves and started mucking around, the way you do at the beach.
After an hour or so the exercise and fresh air got to me. I had to have my snooze or collapse on the spot. I grabbed my towel, wandered a bit back from the beach, and dropped my towel between a couple of shady bushes. Sunburn was something I could do without. I figured bush one would shade me right now and as the sun moved bush two would take over. I'd get a bit of sun during the changeover of bushes, but not too much. Then I lay back for a couple of hours sleep.
I don't know how long I slept but when I awoke everything had changed. The sky was overcast and it was a lot cooler. It was also quiet. Far too quiet for my peace of mind. I sat up and looked around and my friends had packed up and gone, leaving me behind. They probably all thought that I was in another car. It could be hours before anyone realised I'd been left behind. And my bag was in one of the cars, together with my phone. I was well and truly stranded.
Not just stranded, but alone. As far as I could see the beach was deserted. Reasonable I suppose. Who was going to stay there with the sky overcast and the temperature dropping? I groaned and dropped back down onto my towel.
"Lost and all alone?" asked someone and I turned my head to see this big man standing there, regarding me, a smile on his face.
I sat up again, turning my head to look at him, something nagging at my mind. Something was touching my sides. I looked down and got a nasty surprise. My bikini top was hanging open, putting my breasts on full display. I went red and grabbed at the top, cursing all front opening bras and tops. I had a nasty suspicion that mister big and smiling might have had something to do with the undone top.
Before I could grab the two sides of the top and clip them together the guy said, "No," leaning down and placing a hand right across my breasts.
"Lie back down," he told me, pressing against me.
Like I had a choice. With his great paw covering my breasts I'm going to just sit there and let him grab a feel? I hastily lay back, my hands coming up to cover my breasts. At least, he didn't object to that.
Still smiling he straightened up, and dropped his shorts. Oh fuck me dead, I whispered to myself. He had this whacking great cock standing there, all primed and ready for action.
He knelt down next to me, took hold of the bottom half of my bikini and drew it down, casually taking it right off. I just lay there, silent, watching him. I wanted to ask what he thought he was doing, but that would be a stupid question, wouldn't it. I knew exactly what he was doing and what he had in mind.
What would happen if I fought him, I wondered. I took another look at him and decided not to bother. The son-of-a-bitch was far too powerful looking for me to be able to have any effect, and him hitting back didn't bear thinking about. All I could do was swallow nervously and wait.
He took hold of my ankles, moving my unresisting legs apart. Wide apart. Far wider than he needed to in my opinion. With my legs spread he took my wrists, lifted my hands away from my breasts and put them at my sides, leaving me completely exposed to him.
I was expecting him to just fall on me and take me, but he didn't. He placed his hands on my breasts, caressing them, gently massaging them, persuading my nipples to pucker up. Then he sucked my nipples, his teeth gently grazing against my breasts and against my nipples. My god, I could feel those touches all the way down to my groin.
He lifted his head, winked at me, damn him, and his hand settled onto my mons. He started tormenting me, rubbing my mons firmly, very firmly, letting the sensations sink into me, warning me of what was coming. Also warming me for what was coming. I could feel heat low in my loins and wanted to scream at him.
