I parked my car, checked that I had what I needed, locked the doors and walked across the sandy parking lot toward the ferry.

Joining a short queue of people waiting for the crossing, I nodded and exchanged smiles with a few familiar faces.

The crossing, which would take barely ten minutes, would take us to our beach hut community on the long spit of land opposite.

A slight breeze was picking up, and along with the slowly rising temperature, it was dissipating the slight sea mist that shrouded the spit.

The ferry, a twin-hulled and purpose-built craft with a maximum capacity of thirty passengers, nudged in against the harbour wall, and a crewman hopped ashore to tie it off.

Gangplank in place, we all shuffled forward, lugging backpacks, coolers and, in some cases, towing festival trolleys.

This was the second crossing of the day, and the boat was quite full. Everyone moved up to make space.

ooOOoo

Fifteen minutes later, I had hitched my largish backpack on and was towing the wheeled Coleman along the beach path toward my aunt's beach hut.

I'd shed my sneakers and tucked my sports socks into my shorts pocket. The feeling of the sand passing between my toes was instantly relaxing and even sensuous.

The sounds of the sea, coupled with the salty air, were like a magic balm on a stressed soul.

Aunt Emma's hut was at the end of a crooked row, one of the original cottages. However, it had been extensively renovated the previous year.

Now, when I say renovated, I should emphasise that, like all the properties on the spit, there was no running water, no electricity, and no indoor plumbing.

As part of the renovation, solar panels had been fitted, but water still had to be collected from standpipes. Bottled gas was stocked at the dockside store, and several communal blocks were available for showering and toilet needs.

You may be thinking that it all sounds a little rough and ready, but believe me, these huts change hands for eye-watering sums. They are often passed down through generations, and any that come on the market are snapped up in days.

So, enough natter, I reached Aunt Em's hut, unlocked it, and set about moving in for the week.

My first task was to unlatch the shutters and let the sun in. Then, I swept off the decking and laid down the door mats. It's much easier to keep the sand out than try and remove it afterward.

I checked the batteries for charge and grabbed the water barrel. You've probably seen them in camping stores, with a nine-gallon capacity and a handle that lets you roll it along.

Anyway, the nearest standpipe is just along the boardwalk, where the footpath climbs up the cliffs. It takes a while to fill, and I was sitting on a wooden rail watching people going about their business when I saw her.

Tall and slim with a blonde ponytail tucked through the back of her ball cap, green singlet top and snug Daisy Dukes. She was a real eye-catcher.

She became even more eye-catching when she paused to take off her sneakers. She bent to tug off her white ankle socks, and those snug shorts rode right up. I got a fantastic eyeful of firm tanned ass cheeks.

As she stood, her eyes caught mine, and I could feel the blood rising to my face. I blush really easily.

"Hi there," she called out and started to walk towards me.

"Hey, nice day," I offered by way of a cool return.

"Is it okay to fill my water bottle here," she unclipped a large pink Yeti flask from her day pack.

Glancing down at my barrel, I turned the water off before capping it and sliding it to one side.

"All yours," I offered. She had piercing blue eyes and fabulous high cheekbones.

She could have the water. She could have me, all of me. My pussy was throbbing just looking at her.

Almost as if she could read my thoughts, she giggled, and her breasts shimmied inside her top.

"I'm Elena; I'm going to walk the cliff path; I've been told the views are amazing."

"Nora, and yes, it's beautiful here. We have a hut, the green one over there," I pointed toward my home for the week.

"Oh, that's lovely. Guess I'd better get on, or I'll miss the last ferry back," and with that, she headed up the cliff path.

By the time I'd returned to the hut, the sun was fully up, and the mercury was climbing. It was going to be a beauty of a day.

I unfolded a lounger and headed inside to slip into a bikini.

Stripping naked, I padded across the varnished floor, cool against my warm feet, and pulled my favourite tan number from the pack. Bare Minimale by name and minimal by look, it wasn't quite Wicked Weasel, but it was well on its way.

As ever, the cupboard above the sink held a delightful selection of quality sun lotions, and I started to coat myself in coconut-scented oil.

Hopefully, standing in the shadowy depths of the hut would shield me from prying eyes, but it would only take a moment; it was not worth dropping the window blind.

Or at least that was the plan, but I couldn't get the image of Elena out of my mind. Her long-muscled legs and the way her breasts bobbed inside her top, those piercing blue eyes.

The oil felt so good on my skin, slick against my breasts. I just had to squeeze and tease my nipples. Stretching them until waves of pleasure shot down to my pussy.

Slowly, my hands moved south over my taut abs until my fingers brushed over my tightly trimmed mound. A little more pressure and they encountered warm moisture.

My thighs trembled, my stomach tumbled, and I groaned aloud in pleasure.

In my defence, it had been a while since I'd felt such pleasure.

First one, then two fingers slipped between my parted lips and deep inside my aching pussy.

Oh fuck, was I hot and slick. Slowly, I slid down the wall until I sat, legs splayed.

I kept replaying Elena bending over with those firm tanned ass cheeks. I imagined pulling those Dukes down her long, firm legs, burying my face between her thighs.

Without conscious thought, my fingers started to piston into my pussy. I could feel my juices flowing down my thighs.

Just as I imagined kissing her full lips, my pussy gripped my fingers, and a huge cum shook my body.

For a while, I just sat there basking in the afterglow of a beautiful orgasm, letting my body cool, my breathing calm.

Stretching out, I could snag my discarded panties, a rather plain, pale blue cotton pair.

Just what I needed to clean my sticky pussy and mop up the puddle between my thighs.

ooOOoo

I spent the afternoon basking in the sun, relaxed after my self-pleasure. I worked my way through a good few chapters of the latest Jonathon Kellerman novel and was contemplating firing up the BBQ when I saw her.

She was moving slowly along the boardwalk from the cliff path. I realised that she was moving stiffly, not that easy athletic gait from earlier, and then it struck me that it was past five o'clock. The last ferry of the day had departed.

Refastening the ties on my top, I hastened off the deck to meet her.

"Hi, Elena, are you okay?" It was obvious she wasn't, but hey, you've got to start somewhere.

"Yeah, I just slipped a little." She was making light of it, but I could see she was pale and favouring her left ankle.

"I'll take that," I said as I reached for her day pack and slipped a hand under her elbow to help keep the weight off her injured leg.

Slowly, we made our way back to my deck, and I settled her on the lounger.

"So, what happened?"

"I was at the far end of the walk when I caught my foot in a rabbit hole and twisted my ankle a little."

"Right, well, let's take a look at it, shall we."

"It's fine, I need to get to the pier for the ferry." she moved to stand, wincing at the movement,

"Nah, the last ferry has long gone, so cool your jets while I check you out; your ankle, I mean, check your ankle," I stammered like a fool.

I gently unlaced her sneaker and slipped off her sock.

She had long, elegant feet, her toes painted a bright white. Her ankle, however, was an angry red and clearly swollen.

Slipping off her other shoe and sock, I moved the two legs together. The right ankle was shapely and elegant; it just highlighted the swelling around her left foot.

"Well, you can walk on it, and it bends, all be it painfully, so it's just a sprain, nothing broken," I observed, "Any other sore spots?"

It was Elena's turn to blush, "Just my ass, I think I scraped it on a rock."

My pussy quivered at the thought of her ass. "Did you hit your head at all, any faintness?" I queried.

She shook her head.

"No, good, then how about a cold beer?"

Elena's face lightened at the thought, "Oh, that would be wonderful."

I quickly returned with two cold, long necks and the first aid kit.

We sat for a while, ice pack on her ankle, sipping our beers as the sun dipped toward the horizon.

Finishing my beer, I turned to face my unexpected guest, "Obviously, you'll stay here tonight. The next ferry isn't until ten in the morning. I'll light the BBQ and then look at your wounds."

The BBQ was crackling away as the coals heated; the heat was a pleasant addition to the cooling sea air.

I used a cool washcloth to wipe Elena's feet. Gently sponging all the sand from between her toes before wrapping her damaged ankle in an ACE bandage.

"Now, let's check the rear, shall we?" I tried to keep the excitement out of both my face and voice as she slowly stood.

Elena stiffly stood and turned to face the beach.

I crouched down behind her, eyes level with cute sexy ass.

All I could see were a few light scratches on the back of her thigh. But up close, I could smell her perfume. Fresh with a hint of citrus.

"Doesn't look to bad to me," I offered.

"Thanks for looking," Elsa moved to face me, and those sexy shorts rode up again.

"Whoa, there's the damage under your shorts. Really nasty scrape."

"It certainly stings a lot."

"I'll need to clean it, but you will need to drop your shorts." Even I could hear the tremble in my voice.

"Okay, but maybe I should mention I don't wear panties."

At this point, I felt a distinct drip into my bikini bottoms.

"Let's just step inside then." Oh my God, my mouth was dry.

We moved inside, and I dropped the blind before flicking on the wall lamps.

I busied myself, getting a bowl of clean water and some antiseptic whilst Elena removed her shorts.

When I turned from the kitchen area, she was standing totally and unashamedly naked from the waist down.

She was completely smooth apart from a little curl of blonde locks above her sex.

I dragged my eyes away from her treasure and tried to look and sound nonchalant.

"Maybe kneel on the couch here," I pointed toward the pull-out.

Elena moved to the couch, kneeling so that her perfect ass faced the room.

I crouched behind her, warm water at the ready. As I applied the first cotton ball, she hissed and straightened her back.

I was treated to a perfect view of her small pink pucker, just lightly pigmented. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistened in the soft light.

Ever so gently, I washed the gritty sand from her scrapes. She remained silent, but the muscles of her pert ass quivered as the antiseptic stung.

Rummaging through the first aid kit, I found a dressing and applied it.

Unconsciously, I stroked my hand across her lower back and butt cheek, "There, all done."

"Thanks, Nora, I owe you a biggie."

There was a sparkle in her eye that made me wonder just how she would repay me.

"Your shorts are gritty and a little blood-stained. I'll lend you a pair if you like,"

"Did I see some showers further down? I'm all sweaty and stale."

"Yes, I'll come too, I need to freshen up."

It was at this point I noticed a large, dark, wet spot on my tan bottoms, and from the direction of her eyes, so had Elena.

Blood pumped to my face and my clit in equal quantities; oh fuck I was so horny.

I grabbed us some shorts, checked on the BBQ, and then we made our way to the shower block.

All four showers were free when we arrived. Without hesitation, Elena slipped off her borrowed shorts and tugged her vest over her head. Just as I'd thought, her breasts were full and firm with large pink nubs, absolutely mouth-watering.

"I'll try to keep the bandage dry," she said, leaning in to turn the water on.

"Allow me." I promptly knelt before her and was rewarded with a wonderful close up of her pretty cunt.

Producing a plastic carrier bag from my shorts, I slipped it over her foot and knotted the handles around her leg.

"There, all good."

I was rewarded with a big grin of appreciation and then joy of joys she leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek, "Thanks again, I keep owing you." Her breath was warm and minty.

I moved to turn the opposite shower on and strip off. I thought she would step under the hot water, but no, she stood her ground, her eyes caressing my body.

My top came off, my girls, offering a firm and fair competition for Elena's full orbs. Her eyes pointedly moved downwards, focusing on my damp, spotted bottoms.

Deep breath, I pulled the tie and stepped out of them. A long thick strand of cum stretched from my swollen lips to the tan cloth.

"Mmmmmm," Elena let out a long gentle sigh.

I went with it.

I turned square on and spread my feet a little.

My cunt was fully exposed, and I felt good about it, really good.

Usually, I'm quite reserved and modest. But there was something about Elena that made me feel alive.

Suddenly, she stepped forward, took my hand and pulled me under the warm spray with her.

I grabbed the body wash from the bench and happily shared the hot water.

We took giggly turns ducking under the water. Even with both of us having shoulder-length hair, it took no time for us to both lather up, a wonderful aroma of sandalwood filling the room.

"May I?" Elena's bright blue eyes lasered into mine.

I found I couldn't speak; I was reduced to a dumb smile and nodding.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Elena grinned as she poured a generous dollop of gel.

Her hands massaged my neck before dropping down my shoulders and along my arms.

Her fingers entwined with mine, a small but very intimate gesture.

It was so natural to lean back into her body, her breasts firm against my back. It was heavenly.

Her hands moved to cup my breasts; she took their weight and caressed them, her fingers gripping and stretching my nipples.

I moaned aloud as bolts of lightning shot down to my pussy. Even in that hot, steamy shower, I could feel my nectar drip.

I rubbed my ass against her mound; she worked herself against my ass. Firm, smooth flesh, lots of sweet, scented suds.

Her fingers found my folds and deftly parted the way.

Soon, I was leaning forward against the tile, her fingers working sweet magic as I groaned and panted in pleasure.

The sensible half of my brain kept saying, "Stop, someone could walk in; this is a public facility."

But the other half, the half connected to the throbbing wet mass of nerves between my thighs, kept shouting, "Take it, take it all. Let her fuck you."  And so, I did.

I came so hard my legs gave out. Elena took my weight and lowered me to the tile floor.

Those bright blue eyes were all I could see as she looked down at me.

I moved to kneel before her; my hands cupped her thighs.

My turn to hold her gaze, I made a show of flicking my tongue out.

"Nora, I'm so fucking horny, but I really need to get off this ankle."

Standing, I quickly soaped her down. Just as I rinsed her off, the water ran cold.

"Fuck, the gods are telling us something."

"Yeah, get dressed and go eat," she laughed.

ooOOoo

Back at my hut, the BBQ was ready, and I put the skewers that I'd bought with me on the grill, added some veggies to cook through, and popped a couple more beers.

Elena was sitting on the couch, leg up, resting, still totally naked. That said, she only had my borrowed shorts and a sweaty vest top.

"I'll rinse out your top and shorts. They'll dry in no time once the sun comes back up."

"I'm okay like this," she giggled and winked.

"You do look good."

"Honestly, at home, I rarely dress indoors."

Oh god, this girl could get me wet so easily.

I moved to the couch, leaned forward, and kissed her slowly and deeply on the lips.

Her mouth opened in response, and my tongue slipped inside.

I stayed there as time froze. Just enjoying the taste of her as our tongues duelled.

I found that I really enjoyed running my fingers through her long, silky hair.

Finally breaking free, I straightened, released my grip on her nipple, and got my mind back on track.

"We normally eat outside, so I'll find us something to cover up with."

Then I remembered Aunt Emma saying she'd added some dryrobes to the kit cupboard.

They were perfect, long with a toweling lining, they would preserve our modesty and keep the evening chill at bay.

It was the perfect end to a perfect day. A day that had started off normal and delivered so many surprises.

I pulled a couple of chairs together, added a storage trunk as a footrest, and popped some more beers.

We sat and ate, watching the last embers of the sun disappear over the horizon.

Apart from an almost animal attraction to each other, we chatted and found that we had a lot in common, both likes and dislikes. We shared similar world views; we both enjoyed the sea, travelling, and trying different foods, and we were both single.

More importantly, although we'd both had boyfriends, we'd both developed an appreciation for women and pictured one in our futures.

"Nora, I can't thank you enough for all your help today. I really fucked up, and you've ridden to my rescue, helped me out, and been so kind and wonderful."

Elena's big blue eyes were moist with emotion; they looked so vulnerable yet inviting in the warm yellow lantern light.

If you've never worn a dryrobe, I have to tell you that they open at the sides. Neither of us had fastened ours.

My hand slid so easily into Elena's robe. Her skin was soft and warm.

It came to rest on her firm flat stomach.

I was rewarded with a warm smile.

Now I moved to that wonderful spot where thigh meets mound.

Her smile grew. She leaned her head back and groaned gently.

My fingers reached that little tuft of blonde curls.

Another louder groan, her eyes flickered shut.

Oh, so gently, I stroked and stretched that little patch of skin, feeling the soft curls beneath my fingers.

Wordlessly, Elena moved her feet apart where they rested on the trunk.

I needed no further invitation.

Turning in my chair to reach better, I moved my fingers across her pussy.

Just lightly dancing across her outer lips, feeling her heat build, hearing her excitement grow as she murmured and groaned in pleasure.

Slowly, she bucked her hips; she wanted more.

My fingers slipped deeper into the heat of her sex.

She was wet, her honey flowed to meet my fingers, I stirred her pot, and she trembled and whimpered beneath me.

I traced her lips up until I reached her little nub.

"OHH," she bucked in response. Her moans carried across the now deserted beach.

Just my fingertip wriggled against her clit. It felt full and hard.

"Yessss, Nora, please." Her voice was a dry whisper.

It only took a few moments before she gripped my wrist and bucked against my hand.

I'd planned on a long slow cum. This had been quick and aggressive. Her needs triumphing over my desires.

Slowly, her breathing calmed, and her body relaxed.

"Can I interest you in an early night" I whispered into her ear as my tongue caressed her lobe.

ooOOoo

Back inside, I had barely closed the door when her arms wrapped around me. Elena crushed me against the door, her tongue forcing its way between my lips.

We stood there, hugging and kissing like horny teenagers for ages.

I wanted to run my hands all over her body, but those beach wraps were blocking everything.

Finally, I broke free and tugged the robe over my head.

With a manic grin, Elena followed suit. We stood before each other, our bodies alive with desire.

"I need to taste you."

"I want to eat you now."

We both spoke at once, our desires the same.

With a grin, I pointed to the ladder fixed in the corner. It led to the ceiling space that had been converted into a sleeping area.

We literally skipped to it. I let Elena go first. When her ass cheeks were level with my face, I grabbed her thighs and buried my face between those firm round cheeks.

My tongue lapped around her pucker. She trembled in my hands.

Mindful of her ankle, I cut my exploration short. A swift slap to her ass cheek encouraged her up the ladder, and I scrambled to join her.

The sleeping area was a reinforced ceiling with a large mattress laid out. A semi-circular window gave a view of the sea. The roof was low; you had to crawl about.

A soft, warm light emanated from a minimalist LED fitting; the partially open window allowed the sound of the sea to caress us.

We kneeled facing each other, both super horny, both knowing how much we wanted to give and receive.

Leaning forward, I kissed her deeply, my body humming with desire.

Her lips locked with mine; my hand reached between her parted thighs. My fingers slipped back between her hot, wet lips.

I felt her hand brush my thigh, her fingers heading for my molten core.

I squealed loudly as her finger pierced me, immediately hitting my magic spot.

Hooking my finger, I found that rough spot and rubbed back.

We both kneeled, rocking and squealing, letting our orgasms grow until we spasmed in each other arms. She soaked my hand with her cum.

I made a show of licking my fingers clean.

Elena fed me my own cum before cleaning her own hand.

Even with the open window, the air was rich with the smells of sex.

"This has been the best day ever," she sighed.

"Yes, it has, and it's not over yet," with that, I pushed her back onto the mattress and spun to straddle her.

"Oh, fuck yes!" her cries of delight were muffled by my wet cunt lowering on to her face.

As her tongue hit home, my face parted her thighs, and I kissed that pale pink pucker that had been in my thoughts since late afternoon.

Its earthiness aroused a deep-seated need within me. I lapped and probed. Every new intrusion triggered a bucking of her hips.

Swapping a finger for my tongue, I caressed her inner ring. Elena was shaking with desire.

My mouth moved to her pussy, so hot, so wet.

Long, flat, tongued licks filled my mouth with her honey.

I struggled to carry on as she sucked hard on my labia and triggered a huge release of cum that I could feel filling her mouth.

I couldn't last much longer; I sucked hard on her clit and pistoned my finger into her ass.

Her orgasm was huge; she screamed and bucked so hard she almost threw me off. Her hips hit my face, my eyes watered. She quaked beneath me, her cum coated my face and neck.

I swallowed all I could take.

Eventually, we rolled apart. I fetched bottles of chilled water and some dampened washcloths to clean up with.

Refreshed and slightly less coated in girl honey, we kissed gently, pulled the covers up and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning to a shaft of brilliant sunlight and the sounds of the tide, but better yet, the deep rhythmic breathing of Elena.

Her long blonde locks were fanned out across the pillow, glowing in the sunlight.

While she slept, I took stock of the situation. My nipples were a little sore, and I had a small bite mark on my left breast. My thighs ached and so did my pussy. Despite out attempts at cleaning up, my skin was tight with dried honey.

I felt myself grin. I felt absolutely fucking wonderful.

I slipped from the bed to return with two large, strong coffees.

Elena was awake and sitting up, her tits firm and perky.

"Coffee?" I offered her a mug, which she eagerly accepted.

"Thanks"

"I was wondering, I'm here for a week, and if you don't have any plans, maybe you'd like to stay a while?" My heart was pounding as I asked.

"I'd love to, but how long did you have in mind? I don't want to be a nuisance."

"Oh, I was thinking of like forever, maybe."

 ooOOOoo

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