The Intruder in My Secluded Hollow

As I lay on my front, stretched out on my beach towel in my secluded hollow, I couldn’t help but feel annoyed when you came into view. I had found this spot just a few days ago, and until then, I had it entirely to myself. I was on a family holiday, and while the beach wasn’t busy, I was looking for a quiet spot to lie in the sunshine and read my book without my brothers’ boisterous play disturbing me.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw you standing on the lip of the hollow, looking down into it. After a moment’s pause, you started carefully down the soft sand of the slope, and I could see that you were on your own. You were about five feet six inches tall, with dark hair falling straight from a left-of-centre parting and trimmed neatly to collar level. You were wearing denim shorts and a scoop-neck short-sleeve top in black, with a white band under your bust, complemented by a black leather shoulder bag and black canvas beach shoes.

You halted a few steps away, gave me a friendly smile, and said, “I hope you don’t mind… it’s so quiet and sheltered here.” Of course, I minded – I wanted the place to myself! But it was a public beach, and I managed to smile graciously and reply, “No, of course… be my guest.”

You smiled again, and I thought you had a pleasant smile. You turned aside, took a light towel out of your bag, and laid it out parallel to mine but about six feet away. Then you pulled your top over your head, making your full breasts jiggle, and swiftly unbuttoned the denim shorts and shrugged them over your hips and down to your ankles. You were revealed in an elegant bikini in plain black with contrasting aquamarine trim and ties.

As you stood for a moment silhouetted against the sun, I couldn’t help but admire and envy your figure. You lay down on your front, began to leaf through a magazine, and I returned my attention to my book. But your presence was a constant distraction, and I found myself sneaking little sideways peeks at your shapely adult profile and especially your almost-exposed breasts – but from behind my sunshades, so I felt sure that you wouldn’t notice.

You looked across at me and asked, with another warm smile, “You don’t mind, do you? It’s just us women here.” I was flattered that you spoke to me as if I were an adult and your equal, not a pubescent girl a decade younger, and I airily assured you that it was fine. We chatted about other things – you asked if I had a boyfriend, and I replied that it wasn’t something that interested me very much, and then you said, “I know just what you mean!”

You said something about how pretty I looked in my bikini, and I remember my flush of pride at your compliment, and the tingle of pleasure deep down that it left in its wake. I know that I am attractive, for people compliment my looks too frequently and definitely for it to be just politeness. I am slender and tall (five feet ten inches already!), a natural blonde with a mane of pale straw hair that falls from a centre-parting to the level of my nipples.

You held out your bottle of suntan lotion and asked if I would be kind enough to put some on your back for you. I was happy to oblige, and I knelt in the sand beside you and poured a trickle of the oil down your spine. When the cool liquid touched your back, you gave a delicious shiver which made your full breasts sway and gave a brief glimpse of your nipples.

At first, I massaged the lotion over your shoulders and upper back, and then I worked my way down to the waistband of your bikini panty. I skipped over this, and applied some more of the oil to the backs of your firm, muscular legs – you clearly go jogging, or do some other physical exercise, on a regular basis. You sighed and murmured that this was lovely and so relaxing, and said, “Mmm, please don’t stop… it feels so nice, do carry on…”

By this time, I had shifted my position from being at your side to straddling across your upper legs, as I reapplied some of the lotion and rubbed it into the small of your back. I really didn’t want to stop, I was so much enjoying touching your warm feminine skin and the feel of your firm adult body. In truth, I continued rubbing in the sun oil for longer than was really needed.

However, I was unprepared for what you did next. Quite suddenly, without any warning, you rolled over beneath me, turning to lie flat on your back and gazing up at me from below. Your bikini top remained on the towel, and your bare chest and the full swelling mounds of your breasts were completely revealed. You placed your hands quite gently on my hips, as if to steady me, and said with quiet and calm assurance, “Do my front as well, won’t you?”

My mouth went dry and I swallowed nervously, but somehow I never thought of refusing or of rising and stepping away from you. Instead, almost as if I was hypnotised, I reached for the bottle and pooled some lotion on your smooth flat stomach, rubbing it in with soft circular motions of my hands. You squirmed slightly with pleasure, and this made your hips rub against my inner thighs, as I was still straddling you.

“Mmm, that’s lovely”, you sighed, and then you added, with a mischievous smile playing around your lips and eyes, “And further up, please!” For me, the whole world suddenly shrank to that one tiny place and time, as if we were two castaways alone on a desert island.

Despite the hot sun, I was almost shivering as my fingers dripped some lotion into the deep valley of your cleavage, and then I touched your breasts for the very first time. At the outset, consumed by nervous uncertainty, I smoothed the lotion around the sides and base of your breasts, cupping them from underneath, and you gave a little gasp and stirred again in pleasure.

This made me bolder, and I circled around your mounds fully, and then began working my way inwards. Your nipples were now very visibly erect, a sight which fascinated me, but still I hesitated actually to touch them. Then you gave a soft moan with your mouth partly open, and I saw the tip of your tongue flick along your lips to moisten them.

“Please… all over, do all over – don’t leave them out!”, you whispered, and there was an enticing note of pleading in your voice. Again, I did not think to decline. I rubbed the palms of my hands across your tits, wondering at their rough hardness, and you took a sharp intake of breath and arched your back.

In that electric moment, suspended in time, you said softly that I was beautiful and that you wanted to see me too. I froze in place, shocked and yet somehow I knew I was nothing like as shocked as I should be. Apart from a faint gasp, I made no protest as you reached up and tugged open the tiestrings of my orange and brown chequer-patterned bikini top, and it fell from your fingers to lie in the sand beside us.

Your firm hands cupped my young breasts, and you stroked them with your fingertips. I was swept away by the amazing and arousing sensations that were washing through my body, and I gave a kind of whimper and closed my eyes. That was the reason why I did not see the next move in your game of seduction, and I was taken by surprise.

One of your hands left the breast which it had been fondling and slipped deftly into the space between your pelvis and where my legs were straddling across you in an upturned V. The first I knew of it was the firm pressure of your fingers stroking down the crotch of my bikini panty, your knuckle pressing through its thin fabric and sliding electrifyingly along my groove.

You cupped my mound in the palm of your hand and then slowly rubbed backwards and forwards, as my pussy pulsated with mysterious new sensations of excitement and delight. I know that I gave some little cries and moans, for I heard them as if they came from someone else far away – but they were not the sounds of protest or disgust, and never once did the words “No” or “Stop” leave my lips, or indeed even cross my mind.

The shock of your bold sexual advance sent waves of excitement through me, and I slumped partly forwards, my arms outstretched to support myself. My palms pressed flat on the sand on either side of your shoulders, my breasts dangling above you like ripe fruit. You continued to caress my cunt through my bikini, and I felt myself melting into the touch. Then, with a lazy and contented smile, you drew my face down to yours, opening your mouth and kissing me deeply. The touch of your tongue woke me from my euphoric haze, and I responded passionately, our mouths locked together in a fierce and all-consuming kiss.

As we kissed, your hands caressed my shoulders, then slid smoothly down my back, coming to rest at my hips. Your fingers hooked into the tiestrings of my bikini bottom, and with a gentle tug, you undid them. I felt a surge of excitement as you pulled the fabric out from between us, casting it aside without a second thought. Your hand slipped between my legs once more, and I felt a jolt of pleasure as you began to explore my private places. It was mutual, and I moaned in arousal as your fingers rubbed the edges of my slit and your thumb quested for my clitoris.

I felt myself getting wetter and more swollen, my labia puffing up and pushing outwards. Your caressing of my pussy increased in pace and pressure, and I bit my lip, trying to hold back my cries of pleasure. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but I couldn’t deny the intense sensations building inside me. I began to grind down against your finger, blind instinct taking over. “Oooh! Aah, oh-my-God! Oh fuck! Please, please, yes – YES!” I cried, my hips thrusting against you with frantic need.

“Hey, babe,” you murmured, your voice sultry and seductive. “Not so loud!” You French kissed me again, long and slow and deep, and I felt my body shudder as I crested the hill and came in my first real orgasm. I was amazed and thrilled, my tentative self-explorations never triggering anything remotely as explosive as this.

As I caught my breath, you reached for your own hips and tugged apart the tie knots of your bikini, revealing your beautiful body. You arched your hips wide apart, and I lay between your legs, my eyes wide with wonder. You pulled my pelvis into the love-hollow that your body made, and I felt a fire ignite between my legs. My whole body began to quiver as an intense feeling of sexual lust mounted, and I felt lost in the moment, enclosed in a little bubble universe of Sapphic sensations.

I gave an escalating burst of sharp squeals as the lower half of me juddered in a second, and even bigger orgasm. You didn’t stop, and I realized why, for your eyes were glazed and your mouth was half-open as you surged towards your own climax. You gripped my ass tightly, and I felt like an object of carnal desire, thrilling and fascinated.

“Hey, babe,” you murmured, your voice husky with desire. “I remember what it’s like to be a teenager – always horny, and never ever getting enough satisfaction! Well, we’d better do something about that!” You eased me over, to lie on my back beneath you, and I felt a quivering expectancy as you kissed around the base of my neck, and then lowered your head to nibble on my nipples.

Ahh, it felt so good! I arched my back and spread my hips, feeling so wet down below. Your face reached my pussy, and you took my thighs in each hand, spreading me wider apart. I felt your amazingly flexible tongue thrust into the opening of my vagina, and I was transported to wonderland. Your pussy was so amazing, so fascinating, so endlessly intriguing. I was tentative at first, just teasing the tip of my tongue into your slit, and my light feathery touch was ticklish for you, making you give a delightful tremble and a shaky giggle.

My legs were spread on either side of your head, and with practiced ease, you had placed my cunt just an inch or so above your face. It was my turn to emit a squeak of pleasure, as your tongue quested for my hole once again. I felt it enter my openness, and I was encouraged by the wild sexual sensations that radiated out from my cunt. I lost my inhibitions and began to lap eagerly along your pussy and to probe it with my fingers. Your own eyes were riveted on my slim boyish butt, and you began to groan and shake, begging me to stick my tongue in harder and deeper.

I did my best, it was hard to concentrate completely on satisfying your needs, because my own body was shaking like a boiler ready to burst from the sexual tension building up inside me. However, I knew what a clitoris is and where to find it, and I knew I had only seconds before I would climax again. I went for it with both my mouth and my fingers, squeezing your nub while rasping my tongue rapidly across it.

“Oh, yeah!” you cried, your voice a husky whisper. “Like that! Don’t stop!” I felt your body tense, and I knew you were close to coming. I squeezed harder, and your body shuddered, and then you came, your juices spilling out in sweet sticky slickness. We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our hearts pounding in time.

As I caught my breath, I looked into your eyes, and I saw the desire and the passion there. I knew that I had crossed a frontier, and I was in new and unknown territory, not just of sexual activity, but also of lesbianism. I felt a sense of wonder and excitement, and I knew that I was ready to explore this new world with you.

“I want to taste you too,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. You smiled, and said, “Sure thing, babe – go for the honeypot!” You showed me how to “sixty-nine”, and we lay there, our bodies entwined, our mouths and fingers exploring each other’s private places. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment of connection and intimacy that I would never forget.

I felt a rush of excitement as I lay there, my body bucking under yours as you explored every inch of me. I had never felt so alive, so connected to another human being.

My legs arced open, my body responding instinctively to your touch. You sucked my clit between your teeth, and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me as your fingers delved deep into my vagina.

My head jerked from side to side, my body shuddering with each stroke. I was lost in a world of sensation, my mind focused solely on the pleasure you were giving me.

As you pumped your fingers in and out of me, I felt myself building towards a climax. I was trapped in a vortex of pleasure, unable to escape the sensation that was building inside me.

Just as I was about to reach the peak, you pulled your fingers out, and I felt a pang of disappointment. But you didn’t leave me hanging for long, instead rubbing your fingers along my vaginal walls and sending me soaring into a world of ecstasy.

We were both out of breath, sweat-soaked, and feeling incredibly satisfied. We flopped onto our backs, and I cuddled up to you, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me.

You twined my fingers in yours, and raised my hand to your lips. “You’re wonderful,” you whispered, kissing along my knuckles. “You’re as good as you look, and that’s the very best.”

As we lay there, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I was exactly where I was meant to be – in your arms, surrounded by the warmth and love that we shared.

But our tranquility was short-lived, as I knew that we had to get back to reality soon. I slipped on my bikini, and made my way back to where my family was waiting.

I reassured them that all was well, and told them that I was going for a swim and then back to my “special quiet place” until our agreed rendezvous time for returning to the hotel for dinner.

As I ran across the sand, I felt a sense of freedom and joy that I had never experienced before. The wind in my hair, the sun on my skin, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore created a symphony of sensations that left me breathless.

When I reached the water’s edge, you were waiting for me, floating on your back and smiling up at me. I dove in, and we spent the next hour swimming and laughing together, our bodies entwined in a dance of love and pleasure.

As we floated on our backs, I slipped my hand between your legs, and you did the same for me. We stroked each other’s pussies until we both came, our bodies shuddering with pleasure.

After our swim, we made our way back to our secret spot, where we spent the rest of the day in a haze of love and desire. We shared sandwiches, drank cola, and lay down for a lazy siesta in the sun.

As we talked, you told me that you had noticed me at the hotel almost as soon as you arrived. You had been standing near the reception counter, waiting to check in, when I strode through the lobby in my bikini and beach robe.

You said that I reminded you of a leopard – lithe and supple, full of coiled energy as I stalked across the tiled floor to the lifts. I was flattered, and I replied that I would gladly be a cat for you, any time that you fancied a little pussy.

You confessed that you had been consumed by the desire to have me since the first time you saw me. You had been stalking me, waiting for the perfect moment to make your move.

You told me that you had watched me from afar, using your binoculars to get a glimpse of me as you settled into our secret spot. And then, like a honey bee to a freshly-opening flower, you came to me, ready to take me to the next level of our love.

I was thrilled by your admissions, and I knew that I was ready to take the next step. I rolled you onto your back, and straddled you, my heart racing with excitement.

“I want you to take me,” I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. “I want you to be my first, my lesbian tutor and mistress. Teach me how a grown woman gives pleasure to another.”

You gasped with surprise and joy, and then smiled up at me. “Not here and now,” you whispered. “We have to wait until tonight, when we can be alone and take our time.”

And so we made our plan, our hearts beating as one as we looked forward to the night ahead. We would pretend to go to sleep, but instead, I would sneak into your room, and we would take our first step into a world of love and desire.

You whispered to me that you would be waiting, wearing your scarlet basque and matching stockings and open-crotch satin panties. You promised that you would have champagne chilled in an ice bucket, and that we would toast my becoming not just a woman – but a lesbian as well.

Oooh, I couldn’t wait…