Emma was enjoying the best holiday she had ever been on. She and her best friend Sharon had left the kids behind with their respective grandparents and headed off to Cornwall in the car. The pair of them were old friends and both divorced now. Emma was only recently clear of her cheating ex-husband. They had been childhood sweethearts and for the first few years it had been amazing. Then they had children and he suddenly lost all interest in Emma. But he also became very controlling, jealous of the growing circle of friends she had as the children grew up and went through school and clubs.
He was always too busy with his job in London, leaving home in the early hours to get the train and getting home late in the evening. He was never happy with the way she dressed, the friends she had or the new friends she was making at the schools.
Then one Monday she had received a phone call from one of the school Mum's, Jane, who just happened to commute on the same train as him one morning. He had got on and immediately sat next to a woman who had got on at the same station. Jane was sat a few rows in front of them and had recognised him, also noticing how chatty and flirty they were on the train. Initially she put it down to just friendly travelers, but when she saw them both together on the same train at four o'clcok that afternoon and then leave the station in the same taxi Jane had felt obliged to inform Emma. That night he didn't get home till gone nine o'clock and Emma knew something was up.
The next day Emma had arranged for the kids to go home to a friends after school and waited in the station car park to see what happened. Sure enough he and his bit of totty came out of the station at five thirty and jumped in the same taxi. Emma followed them and watched them go into the same house together. Emma could see them kissing through the living room windows and then disappear. Emma went straight home and rang a locksmith to change the locks. Then she packed as much of his clothes as she could in cases and bags and put them on the doorstep. She then stuck an envelope to the front door containing a number of pictures she had taken on her phone that afternoon. Finally and now in tears, she asked her best friend Sharon to come round for moral support for when he got back later.
The end result was him begging for her to change her mind and let him in, trying to say it was a one off. But Emma stood her ground and sent him packing. The next day she got in touch with the same lawyer that Sharon had used for her divorce the year before, a particularly effective lady who had been herself cheated on. In a few months Emma had the divorce, she kept the house and the children and a substantial child payment from him. She also discovered his bit of totty had also come a cropper as she was playing away behind her husbands back and he found out what was going on. All of this had been just after Christmas, the children in their teens were old enough to understand what had happened and settled back into a normal life without their father.
It was the kids who had suggested she take the holiday with Sharon to clear her head and have some fun. So the two ladies were now sitting in the caravan that a friend of Sharon's had let them use, with a growing pile of empty prosecco bottles. It was on a small caravan park right on the coast, with some lovely walks and beaches. For once the weather Gods had smiled on them and the May sunshine was glorious. They had both spent the first few days on the beach in their bikini's, far smaller ones than he would have ever let Emma wear! She was loving showing off her body on the beach. They had even spent the previous day flirting with a group of young surfers who had been using the beach that day.
Today however was time for a new challenge. Sharon was an experienced paddleboarder and had hired them both boards and wetsuits for a bit of exploration along the coast.
"Apparently there is a cove a little way down the coast that is only accessible from the sea," she explained, "the guys yesterday said it is great for a bit of naked sunbathing."
The weather was glorious, the sea was as flat as a millpond, perfect for a first attempt at paddleboarding. They helped each other into their wetsuits and Sharon gave Emma some instruction on using the board. Emma's background in dance gave her a great sense of balance, within thirty minutes she was paddling like an expert. Sharon had strapped a waterproof pack of food and drink on her board and they set off along the bottom of the cliffs. Emma was in awe of the scenery and the experience. She felt more free than she had ever done before in her life. An hour later they paddled up onto a tiny but glorious deserted beach with sheer cliffs rising up on all sides. There was a small stream running down the beach coming down from a small cave at the bottom of the cliffs.
"Right this is high tide," explained Sharon, "so we have plenty of time to relax before we need to paddle back. We're also safe here as apparently the tide doesn't come any higher than this except at the spring tides."
Emma hugged her friend, "this is amazing!" she gasped, "I feel so free and relaxed! The first time in years!"
Then Sharon unzipped her wetsuit and stepped out of it, then stripped off her bikini.
"Come on girl, time to get with nature!" she ordered Emma as she started unzipping Emma's suit.
They were soon splashing around in the water enjoying the refreshing cool water. Then they sat down for a drink and something to eat.
"I'm going to have a little snooze if you dont mind?" said Sharon as she laid back on the sand.
"Of course," replied Emma, "I might go for a little walk and explore around the cove."
With that Emma set off along the sand, relishing the warming sun on her bare skin.
A few minutes later, she was at the entrance to the cave at the top of the cove. She wandered into the entrance and gasped at the sight before her. The cave opened out into a much larger space, a few feet inside the cave, the stream turned out to be an overflow from a small lake of water in the middle of the cave. Light streamed down from a small blow hole in the roof of the cave and reflected off the water to glitter off the walls of the cave. There was a small stone bench at the edge of the lake and Emma sat down relishing the silence and view around her. The sound of the water trickling and the soft light from the blowhole at the top of the cave made Emma feel drowsy. She lay back along the bench, which for some strange reason felt remarkably comfortable. As she drifted off into sleep she felt something touch her legs, a soft and gentle stroking. It was soothing and she relaxed even more. There was a strange scent in the air and it seemed to make her want to just lay there and relax. The touching sensations started to move up and down her body, leaving a warm tingling sensation wherever it touched. She wanted to see what was happening, but for some reason she couldn't lift her head to see what it was. In the end she gave up thinking about it, as it felt wonderful.
Then she tensed slightly as she felt something wrap around her ankles and move her legs apart slightly. She felt something slide along the lips of her pussy and then flick at her clit, making her moan quietly to herself. Something warm wrapped around her wrists and held them away from her sides, making her pulse race. Wherever she had been touched she could feel a warm sensation,as if something had been spread on her skin, it not only warmed her skin but it raised her arousal level more and more. It felt like she was having a dream, a very erotic dream and she couldn't move. Emma gasped as she felt something warm wrapping around her breasts, binding them tight before flicking at her nipples. Her pulse rose even more, her breath shortened, her body trembled, but with arousal rather than fear. It felt so good, she was trapped, she couldn't move, but she felt amazing. One side of her brain said she should be scared, but the other side which was winning was enjoying the arousal. It had been so long since she felt raw sexual excitement like this. Then she sensed her head was free and she lifted her head up to look along her body. She was wrapped and secured in tentacles, the origin of which she couldn't see. They were firm yet gentle, tender one second then sharp and firm the next. There were suckers along each tentacle, with tiny teeth on the inside. She felt them nipping at her skin, teasing her, then they latched onto her nipples nipping even harder. Her body writhed in pleasure, the arousal rising higher and higher. Her breath was getting shorter and shorter.
Then she felt the tentacles start to slide along her pussy lips, stroking gently before the tips started darting inside, teasing her more and more. As it probed further it seemed to swell stretching her pussy as it slid further and further inside. The same fluid that was coating her body was now mixing with her pussy juices and lifting the sensations there to a level she had never experienced before.
The tentacles on her legs lifted hem up and she felt another one start to probe at her backdoor, flicking at the tight ring and then slowly easing inside. The secretions from the tentacle were making her relax and it pushed further expanding as it stretched her back passage.
