I was on vacation in California for the first time, staying in a small motel right of the beach. Well, I guess I should come clean about it. I’m in the Army and my vacation is actually just medical leave as I recover from injuries sustained overseas but anyhow I had been kicking around for the first few days visiting the sights and all the other natural tourist stuff. That was getting boring quick. I had three weeks of recovery time to kill.
Being right there on the beach, I spent part of everyday girl watching. Being July on the beach, there was a lot of girls to watch most days. I’m originally from a small Midwest town where the latest fashion trends tended to be a year or two behind current times. I had never seen some of these bathing suit styles on girls back in my hometown. Most of the time I sat on a bench along the boardwalk overlooking the beach. I only ever had a few people approach me.
On my fourth day, I decided it was time to start working my body again. So, I got up on the morning of the fifth day to go for a run. I walked out of my motel room and started stretching. I took off the up the boardwalk at a nice easy pace. I hadn’t run in months and I knew this was going to be a killer for me. I made it about to the end of the boardwalk about a mile north of my motel and started running along the shoulder of the road. I went about two miles when I started hurting and was having trouble breathing so I stopped and walked a short way further until I came up to a car park for the beach. I saw some benches and picnic tables and walked over and sat down on one of the benches.
Being early in the morning there weren’t a lot of people around. I saw a few people walking along the beach and there were a few out in the waves surfing. I just sat there trying to get the pain to subside so I could run back to my motel. While staring out at the waves I saw somebody start moving up towards the beach in my direction. As they got closer I could see it was a woman. She had on a surf suit that was multiple shades of blue. From this distance, she was pretty sexy. I could see she had long hair up in a ponytail, wasn’t sure about that color, other than it was darker. She had a nice form in the suit from what I could tell.
I tried not to stare at her as she walked closer but I was finding it harder to do. Closer she got the more I could see details of her but it was when she stopped about twenty-five feet in front of that I got to see just how nice her form was. She unzipped her suit down to the waist and peeled the shoulders off exposing a bright orange bikini top that was a covering a very nice set of breasts from my perspective. The view got even better when she turned away from and started working her suit down her legs. She bent over showing me one of the nicest asses I had ever seen on a woman. Even in my pained state, my cock showed its approval.
As bad as I tried to look away, my eyes kept coming right back to her. Suddenly she stood up and looked right at me. Oops, I got caught! I quickly looked away but there was no denying I had been staring. I glanced back in her direction and she was heading right towards me. I thought Oh shit, here comes trouble my way! She had her surfboard under one arm and the suit she took off wrapped over the other.
“Hey, do you like ogling perve?” she shouted at me from about five feet away.
Not quite sure what the hell to say back, I went with the truth, “Hell yes I liked ogling you. You are gorgeous and besides, you were the one undressing in the middle of the damn beach.” Just as I finished my reply I had a pain hit that felt like my lung was being ripped out. I doubled over and closed my eyes hoping it would pass quickly.
The next thing I heard was, “Hey, you okay?”
The pain eased off and I raised my head and opened my eyes to be looking into the most beautiful pair of green eyes. She had come up and was kneeling next to me on the sand. She looked worried.
“I’m fine, I tried to go running this morning and I guess I ain’t ready for that yet.”
She looked at me with a puzzled expression on her face, like what the hell are you talking about?
“I’m in the Army and was injured. I’m on leave to finish recovering and I guess I pushed the envelope this morning trying to run too far,” I told her.
“No offense but you don’t look like you’d be in the Army with that long hair and a stubbly beard.”
“I spent two months in the hospital and another month in rehab. They cut us some slack on the standards while we try to get better. Plus, I’ve been on leave for five days already.”
She looked at me a little harder. I could see she was appraising my body with her eyes. I couldn’t really blame her since I had been doing the same damn thing not five minutes ago.
I guess she decided I was on the up and up because she asked, “Can I give you lift somewhere? I don’t think you need to be walking very far, let alone running anymore today.”
Well, not looking a gift horse in the mouth, I decided to take her up on her offer.
“I’d appreciate that or you can call me a cab. I’m just a few miles south of here off the boardwalk.”
“Well, if you think you can make it? That’s my Jeep parked behind you,” pointed over her shoulder at a decked-out Baja spec’d Jeep.
“I think I can make it that far but you may need to boost me up into that thing.”
My last comment got a little snort of laughter from her. She told me to hang on for a minute while she put her board away and she’d come back to help me. I tried to get up anyhow and wound crashing back on my ass in pain again.
“Sit still goddamnit! I’ll be back to help you.”
I sat there this time trying to quit hurting. She was back in a few minutes but had slid on a pair of short shorts and a white tank top that I could clearly see her orange bikini top though.
“Okay, let’s get you over to my Jeep,” she said offering me her hand to grasp.
I reached out and grabbed her hand and she pulled me to my feet surprisingly easy. She walked side by side with me to her Jeep, keeping an arm around my waist. The thing I noticed as we walked, she was the same height I was. I’m only five feet eight and about hundred and seventy-five pounds. Well, at least I was until I got injured. I’m down a little now. Damn hospital food. This woman was my height and I’d say she was hundred and twenty tops but was plenty strong. When we got to the Jeep, she physically helped me get in. I had been joking with her.
She went around and hopped in the driver’s seat. Then looked over at me and asked, “Which hotel are you staying at?”
I sat there drawing a complete blank for a minute. I could see her starting to wonder if I had been putting her on and then it hit me. “Beach Island Motel, just across from where the food trucks park.”
“Okay, I’ll have you home in a jiffy.”
With that, she started the Jeep and threw it in reverse. No sooner had she got it stopped from going backward, she threw it in drive and floored the gas. I grabbed hold of my seat since I had no door to hang on to. This woman drove like a madman the few miles to my motel. As we got to the parking lot next to it, she hit the brakes and whipped in on what felt like two wheels before coming to a screeching stop in a parking spot.
“Whoa, where did you learn to drive. I got friends that are tank drivers that aren’t that wild,” I said with a little smile creasing my face.
“Hey bub, I can always take you back to where I found you to ogle somebody else!”
“No, here is just fine. By the way, I’m Vince Stewart,” I told her.
“Hi Vince, I’m Amanda,” she came back with. I noticed she didn’t give a last name.
“Well Amanda, thank you for the ride and sorry for the stares but you are beautiful and it’s hard not to stare.” I could see a little color rising in her cheeks. “Could I take you to dinner as a way of saying sorry and thank you for the ride?”
“Sorry Vince, I can’t tonight.”
“Some other night then?” I was being very hopeful here.
“How about I think about and call you Vince?”
I didn’t need to think about my reply. I instantly said, “Sure, just call my room. I’m room number four. I’ll let you go so I can go find another woman to ogle after you leave but it might be really hard to find one as beautiful. Thanks again for the lift.”
I slid out of the Jeep surprisingly feeling much better. I stood there as she reversed out of the parking spot and was off like a shot back the way we had come from. I slowly walked back to my room. I opened the door and went over laid down on the bed to rest. Although my side was still hurting, I couldn’t shake the image of Amanda.
I hoped she would call but after a few days I hadn’t heard from her, I gave up hope on her calling. It was Friday and after a few aborted attempts to start running I finally got out to where I had met Amanda and back without stopping in pain. I had looked for her jeep while is there but no luck. I walked the last half mile back to my room. As I open the door I saw the message light flashing on the phone. I picked it up and hit the button to hear the message,
Hi Vince, this Amanda. I was hoping you’d be interested in going to a beach party tomorrow night instead of dinner? I’ll stop by your motel at six tomorrow and pick you up. I hope you are waiting for me. See you then Vince.
The message stopped and the phone prompted to listen again or delete it. I hit the button to listen through it again. Damn, she has a sexy voice, I thought to myself.
***
Saturday evening
I have to say waiting until six for her to pick me up has been an endurance of patience but here I stand waiting for her. I saw her rolling down the street, weaving in and out of the traffic. She whipped into the parking lot and came to a sliding stop in front of me.
Standing up a bit in her seat she yelled, “Come on boy, we ain’t got all night.”
I didn’t need a second invitation. I quickly jumped in the passenger side noticing she had put pink canvas half doors and a pink bikini rooftop on it since the other day. As soon as I shut the door she was moving again, flooring it when she was back on the road heading north.
I leaned over towards and said, “Thanks for the invite. I didn’t think I would ever see you again.”
“Hey, you invited me to dinner but I thought a beach party might be a more fun way of spending time together.” She thought, especially knowing the way these parties get by the end of the night. I looked over at her and saw a little devilish smile cross her face. I was wondering what made that pop out.
We drove about an hour up the coast and turned into a drive that stopped at a wooden gate. Amanda reached up and hit a door opener that was clipped to her visor and it started rolling open. We drove on through and the path turned sandy just a few feet end. Going a little way further she stopped amongst a group of other Jeeps and four by fours all clustered together.
Amanda jumped out and said, “Let’s go, the party is this way,” waving her arm in the direction of the beach.
I got out on my side and looked towards the beach and could see a huge fire raging. I jogged around the Jeep to catch up to Amanda and we walked side by side down to the bonfire. I looked around and saw about twenty people hanging around the fire. It was pretty much looked like an even split of male and females. Amanda took me on down towards the fire and started introducing me around when one of the girls walked and grabbed Amanda and laid one hell of a kiss on her.
When Amanda and the other girl came up for air, Amanda turned to me and said, “Vince, I’d like you to meet my evil twin, Sara. She has been my best friend since we were little girls.”
Sara was about the same height and almost exactly the same build as Amanda. The only difference to really make them stand out from each other is Amanda had a dark reddish blonde hair and Sara was straight bleached blonde.
I stuck my hand out to shake Sara’s but never got the chance. She stepped up to me, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss that was a full-on tongue-tying event before stepping back and saying, “Nice to me you Vince. You kiss pretty good,” winking at me.
“Damn Sara, I haven’t kissed him yet, let alone trying to get my tongue down his throat.”
“Hey, that’s your loss babe!” Then turning, looking at me, Sara said, “Come on Vince let’s get you a beer.”
We went over to one of several large coolers filled with beer, wine coolers, and various other alcohols. I grabbed a beer and the girls each grabbed one. We went over and sat down on a makeshift bench about ten feet from the fire. The girls and I chatted about things. I got to learn a lot about Amanda like she was an amateur surfing champ and was an only child. We sat around and drank a few more beers, eventually Sara drifted away leaving Amanda and myself alone.
The first kiss was a bit of us coming to the same decision at the same time. It was a slow soft kiss that built-in heat and passion. It wasn’t long before we were entangled in each other’s arms and oblivious to everything else around us. As things became more intense we moved to a blanket the was spread out on the sand a bit further from the fire. When we did, I noticed most everybody had paired off and the few girls I could see had lost their tops or had gone completely naked. A few of the guys had gotten naked too.
Laying there with Amanda it wasn’t long before her tank top was and my shirt quickly followed. I was kissing along her jaw and down to her neck as I was running my hands over her breasts that were still covered by her bikini top. It was the same bright orange one she had on the first day we met. I got to her ear and was nibbling on it as I slid my hand under the top. My fingers made contact with her hard nipple and she let out a sharp moan. I continued kissing down along her neck as I stroked her breast and ran my fingers over the nipple. I was slowly working my way down her shoulder and across the tops of her breasts. I finally got to the top of her bikini. Pulling my hand from her breast, I lifted the bikini top from her breasts until it was resting around her neck. She reached back with one hand and pulled it all the way off, tossing it to the side.
She had striking little pale spots, right around her nipples from a much smaller top. She looked so delicious, I dipped my head to her nipple and sucked it deep into my mouth, running my tongue over it. I shifted to her other nipple and did the same. She was moaning a little louder and squirming a bit more each time I changed from breast to breast.
As I continued teasing her nipples as I worked a hand towards her shorts. As slid my hand over them, I realized they were a bathing suit bottoms, no panties or other things to deal with. I ran my hand along the top of her thigh and crossed over bring it back up the other. She shifted as I did this, pushing her hips tighter into my body.