1 comments/ 33203 views/ 3 favorites Bastard By: Rain_maker_girl It's getting later and he still hasn't returned my call. Damn it. Why am I putting myself through this? There are a ton of guys who would date hell definitely a ton who would fuck me. So why the hell am I waiting around for this jerk, again. I feel him walk up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I close my eyes and lean back against him, sighing softly. He starts to trail soft kisses down the column of my neck. His hand starts to trail up from my waist to cup my breast, kneading at it, rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger. His other hand moves to inch his fingers underneath the waist band of my panties. I sigh, keeping my eyes closed tightly. "So apparently you are dating Chloe.." I let myself trail off, leaving the statement open, but full of accusation. His movements stop abruptly. I can feel him tense with anger and wish I hadn't said anything. Why couldn't I just enjoy it? "Look I told you what is going on with her. I am just trying to be there for her since Matt fucked her up so bad. She's real messed up over it and I just want to be there for her since no one else will. But I want you, not her." I let his excuses slide over me. I've heard them all a million times before. This isn't the first time we've had this fight. So then why don't I tell him to go to hell? Why don't I force him to pick me or get lost? "Right you want me. That's why everyone says you are dating Chloe. No wait, you want me, so that must be why you are dating Sherry." I said it. I knew it would piss him off. But fuck him. Here he is with girlfriend number one that he atleast admits to, and girlfriend number two that he dances around explaining what sort of relationship they have. "Listen, if you can't wait for me, wait for me to be ready for feelings again then you don't have to do this. My mind and body can't handle this..." He goes off into his usual routine. Yeah, he's sick, real sick, with an incurable disease, but for someone who knows pain, he sure likes to bring it to others. So being sick is an explain-all excuse for toying with someone's feelings and emotions? Oh well hell give me cancer. I feel like fucking with some people's lives. God he makes me so angry. I hate being this angry. The fight ends like always with me crying, him consoling me, and nothing changed. He still has both of his girlfriends, and I still haven't told him to go fuck himself. He turns me around pulling me to the chair. All the while saying "You don't have to do this. I don't expect you to do this," even offering to prove it to me by going a week without fooling around. What a saint. A whole week without fooling around to prove that he's not just using me for the sex that I seem to give out so easily, I'm not like this. This isn't me, but for someone reason I can't tell him no. He slowly unbuttons my shirt pressing his lips lightly between the valley of my breasts as it becomes uncovered. Moving his hands to glide along the soft skin of my stomach to rest them on my hips, while I stand before him with my eyes closed while he plays me like a violin, knowing all the right notes to hit. His face slides lower. His lips nudging at my belly button, before letting his teeth nibble at its edges. He tilts his head back to look up at me. God, see the look in his eyes. I know this is bad news. I know it. He lets his lips move to nudge at my nipple, wrapping the wet heat of his mouth around my hardening nipple, grazing his teeth around the hard nub. I sigh softly, closing my eyes again. This will make me feel good. This is what I want. The affection I crave; the affection I beg for. Right? He pulls my panties aside pressing just the tips of his finger lightly against my wet pussy lips. I whimper slightly. I'm wet. He always makes me wet. He makes me cry. He makes me furious. But God does he make me wet. He starts to press his fingers into my wet lips. I start to breathe a little heavier. This is more foreplay than I usually get. There was that first time forever ago now. That time he made me ache. It was hard at first, like he had to prove something. It was rough and fast but after that it was soft and romantic and the way he looked at me ... no wonder I am addicted. It is an addiction. Just like a drug, with all its pain and all it's potential to fuck your life up, you still have to get your fix. I'm pulled violently out of my musing as he grips my hips and pulls me to his lap. I fall forward, catching myself with my hands on the back of the chair, bruising my knees against the arms of the chair trying to get my legs to comfortable straddle is lap, but not having the time as he starts to stroke his cock with his free hand, trying to pull me to his dick with the other hand. I sigh softly. This is what I like right? I like it rough and hard like this. Man I miss cuddling. A good hard fuck is all well and good, but these past few weeks I've just been so starved for simple affection that I'm sure I had driven most of my guy friends insane with my insistance that we cuddle. I'm sure their girlfriends loved it too. He pushes the tip of his hard cock at the lips of my pussy, sliding it up and down the length of my lips, teasing me with it. I sigh quietly, trying to enjoy the sensation. Silly me. He grips my hips, slamming me down on to his rigid cock. I throw my head back crying out. He's not exactly big or impressive, but I am tight and inexperienced. As much as I like it rough, that fast with that little preparation with as tight as I am. It just hurts. He tightens his hands on my hips, using them to control my movement on his cock, bouncing me up and down in his lap. I half heartedly hear the sounds of my thighs slapping against his and the sloppy wet sounds of my pussy being pounded by his cock. I try to hold myself off of him. Try to push against his hands on my hips to slow it down, while I lean forward to kiss is lips lightly, cupping his face in my hands. Please just make love to me. He growls at me. Biting and bruising my lips with his teeth, smacking my ass, before moving his hand to pinch my clit roughly between his fingers. My back arches pressing my breasts forward while I throw my head back and whimper. God. He takes my nipple into his mouth biting it harshly. I cry out while he hammers in and out of my pussy making it start to ache. Tears run down my cheeks, while I bite my lip and close my eyes tightly. It's okay. He loves me. And we're going to be together. And I like it rough, right? My body trembles while my abused pussy clenches around his cock still slamming into me. I cry out, as my pussy soaks my thighs and his lap. Making his cock pound into my pussy all the easier with the added lubrication. "Do you want it? Do you want me to cum in your tight wet pussy? Who's my horny little girl? Hmm...do you want it my little slut?" What a pet name. Golly that's sweet, romantic even. I tighten my eyes closed. My cheeks still wet with tears, whimpering lightly in response. That's obviously not good enough. He pauses. Stopping with his cock buried deep inside of me. Growling his question, emphasizing each word, "Answer me. Do you want my cock? Are you my horny little slut?" I know the answer he wants. I sigh softly. Just suck it up. Just do it. Tell him what he wants to hear. Then it will be over and you can curl up in his arms and talk about your lives while he pets your hair, kisses your forehead, wrapping you in his arms while whispering sweet words to you. Forcing myself to moan convincingly, making my voice into a sultry pleading, "Please... God please I want your cock. I love your cock. I want you deep inside of me. Don't ever stop." He smiles his cocky, pleased smile. Starting his ramming again, the thrusts becoming even more violent, my thighs start to ache from being spread so wide while slapping against his lap over and over again. His fingers move to pinch my clit again. While he thrusts into my sore pussy one last time. I feel his hot cum explode deep inside of me. He loves me. He has to. I slump forward resting my cheek on his shoulder. He turns his face to kiss my forehead lightly, wrapping his arms around me, with his cock still inside of me, and I melt. Yes. This, this is what I wanted. Before I can, enjoy the warm soft feeling creeping over me, he picks me up by my hips setting me shakily to my feet. I stand there with my thighs wet, my pussy dripping from my orgasm and his, panties still to the side and likewise soaked, looking at him with wide confused eyes. "I gotta go babe. I'll talk to you tonight." With that he walks out the door. Oh. Bastard There are some definite virtues in having the spare key to your ex-girlfriend's studio apartment. Chief among them is walking in on her when she's in the middle of fucking herself with a large rubber cock. Liz was laying on a big old bed she'd gotten after we split up. Since she had no money, I figure she must have fucked someone to get it and I knew he'd gotten his money's worth. Liz was quite the sight; her wavy dark hair framed a lovely aristocratic face and bright blue eyes, her creamy white body with curves in all the right places, generous round breasts, large sensitive nipples, a taut belly sloping down to great hips, a fantastic ass, a tight pussy she had recently started trimming into a neat little strip, and long, lovely legs. At that moment, those lovely legs were spread wide, her creamy white skin glistening, her wavy dark hair wet with sweat and her aristocratic face flushed. One hand was squeezing her heaving breasts while the other was sliding a huge rubber dick in and out of her lovely, shaved pussy. Her eyes were closed and she obviously hadn't heard the door open. So I stood in the doorway watching as her hips pumped up and down, her hand thrust the dildo in harder and faster and her fingers pinched her hard nipples. She was obviously close to coming. I figured she probably didn't want just anyone watching, so I stepped inside and threw the door closed. She jumped at the sound. Her eyes flew open and she looked at me, momentarily started and confused. It only took her a second to regain her composure, which was impressive under the circumstances. "Bastard," was all she said. "Having fun?" I asked, smiling. "It's better than you could do," she sneered. "It's bigger," she added, thrusting the dildo into her pussy for emphasis, "and thicker... ooo... and it doesn't go limp right away...ahhh!" Liz was always such a bitch. I'd only put up with her as long as I did because she was a great fuck. I walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her fuck herself furiously. Her hips bucked as she pulled the dildo all the way out and the thrust it back in deep, deliberately showing me the whole length of it plunging into her pussy. Her other hand caressed her breasts, making sure I could see how full and firm they were. Her eyes stayed open this time, locked with mine, angrily trying to show me how much she hated me and preferred this cold plastic cock to mine. I've heard it said half the truth was worse than a lie, so I kissed her. Well, that's a generous way of putting it. I grabbed the back of her neck and thrust my face onto hers, bruising my lips against her teeth. Her startled cry was muffled against my mouth, but just as quickly she pushed her lips against mine, her hungry tongue searching out mine. Her hand, squeezing her breast a moment ago, locked onto the back of my neck and held me firmly. I could tell her other arm was still plunging that plastic cock into her pussy. My face buried in hers, our tongues dueling, I reached out and grabbed her breasts, squeezing roughly and pinching her nipples, the way I knew she liked it. She hated me, I hated her, but damn we were hot together. "Bastard" she muttered again, against my lips as she threw the dildo away and started pulling at my clothes. She didn't waste time. She just unzipped my jeans and pulled out my dick. Despite her insults, my dick actually compared fairly with her dildo, maybe not as long but definitely thicker. She rolled over me, her hot naked body rubbing against me. She dropped to the floor, kneeling in front of me and in the process managing to pull my pants down around my ankles. I quickly pulled my shirt off and fumbled to kick my pants off my feet. Unless you're a stripper, you just can't do that with any sort of style, unfortunately. Liz laughed and tossed my pants aside. Her fingernails roughly grazed along my belly and thighs but her eyes stayed locked on my dick. With a wicked smile, she squeezed her large breasts together around my shaft and started to tit-fuck me. Liz's tits were just made for fucking. Firm but soft, they completely engulfed my dick. She slid her chest up and down against me, lubricating the channel between her tits with my pre-cum until I could thrust freely. My hips started to pump in rhythm to her motion. I looked down to see that smug, aristocratic face looking up at me over those big white tits. The purple head of my cock suddenly thrust up into view. I loved it and she knew it. I threw back my head and moaned. Bitch. I didn't mind letting her take back control of the situation, as long as I got off. Liz's wicked smile grew. She knew she'd started turning the tables on me but she just kept turning. She slid my cock between her tits for a few more strokes, then sank down lower. I gasped as her wet tongue lapped against my cock, tracing a wide circle around the whole head. She let her tits fall away and brought her hands up to cup my balls. Her lips and tongue slid up and down the length of my shaft, licking and kissing every inch of my dick. She paused, teasing, then opened her mouth and lowered it onto my dick, enveloped it in her hot mouth. The only thing I love more than tit-fucking is a blowjob. Who doesn't? She took my cock deep into her mouth, pushing it further and further into her face with slow, steady thrusts until she was practically swallowing the whole thing. Then she slid up until her lips were around the head before pumping deep down again. This was new. A young college girl, my dick was the first Liz had ever sucked in her first, fumbling tentative blowjob. I still treasure the memory of her exploring my cock with her mouth for the first time and the pleased smile on her cum-splattered face when she'd finished. She'd always been an enthusiastic cocksucker but we'd never done a deep throat before. Someone had been teaching her and I was sure it wasn't Plastic Pete. I decided that if I ever met the guy, I was definitely going to buy him a drink. I lay back, rested my hand on her dark hair and enjoyed it as she vigorously fucked my dick with her arrogant face. Between the memories of blowjobs past and the incredible feeling of face fucking Liz, it wasn't long before I could feel my balls start to tighten. Liz felt it too. She stopped long enough to look up into my eyes, pull my dick from her lips, and say "Cum in my mouth!" Now, ordinarily, what guy in his right mind would refuse an order like that? I sure as hell hadn't in the past. While we'd been together, I'd cum in her mouth and pussy, on her tits and all over her face. I'd even, on one memorable occasion, cum so much into her month that it had overflowed onto my cock and balls and then had her lick me clean. But this was another day, and I had another idea. So I shook my head and pulled her to her feet. Liz looked puzzled for a moment, before I tossed her down on the bed and rolled her over onto her belly. Then she laughed. We'd always enjoyed doing it doggy style and she was clearly game. She lifted up her shapely ass and quickly slid a pillow under her hips, so that I would have easy access to that her pussy. Stupid bitch. I reached down and rubbed her pussy. Between fucking herself with her plastic pall and sucking my dick, her pussy was dripping wet, just liked I'd hoped. I rubbed and stroked it, flicking her clit with my fingers and liberally spreading her juices around. She moaned and pushed back against me. I pushed first one, then two fingers into her while rubbing against her clit. While I did that I slipped my thumb up to rest between her ass checks. As she moaned and thrust, my thumb started to push on her anus. She squealed and jumped at that. Her eyes looked back at me, questioning. We'd never done any anal play before, but she wasn't the only one who had been learning new things since our breakup. That wicked smile returned and she wiggled her ass against my probing digit. I dipped my thumb in her pussy and, while rubbing her clit with my fingers, teased her ass with my thumb. She was definitely getting into it but I decided enough was enough. I moved up behind her and positioned my dick against her. I slid the head up and down between her lips to make sure it was wet, then I thrust deep into her pussy. She cried out and started to thrust back against me. She always was a screamer. We fucked. I was holding her hips while she thrust back, pushing my dick as deep into her pussy as it would go, pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting in again, just the way she liked it. She moaned and shrieked and carried on, thrusting faster and harder. Suddenly, I pushed her hips away, pulling my dick all the way out. She made a little pouting noise. I knew she thought I was done and about to blow my load all over her back. She was wrong. Well, mostly. I stopped long enough to catch my breath and let the tightness in my balls fade a little so I wouldn't cum right away. Then I leaded forward again. I'm not sure what she thought when I spread her ass cheeks. I pushed my dick, dripping wet from her pussy, down into her ass and started to rub the mix of her juices and my pre-cum over anus. She gave another little squeak as my cockhead teased her sensitive sphincter. Then I pushed. The squeak became a startled cry as her sphincter clamped down hard on the head of my cock. Her head whipped around, eyes wide to look at me. I held her hips firm, discouraging her from pulling away. She could have if she really wanted to but it was enough to stifle the first impulse. I waited, enjoying the feeling of her ass flexing around my shaft. She stared at me, wide eyed, and I just stared right back. Slowly, I felt her start to relax. As she did, I rocked my hips slightly, pushing my cock a little deeper into her ass. She tensed again and whimpered. I waited. We'd never done this before and I could tell she hadn't done it with any of her other guys either. Slowly she relaxed and slowly, inch by inch, I pushed my cock deeper into her asshole. When I was finally all the way in, I paused, laying panting on her back. She looked back at me, her eyes glazed. Then she thrust back against me. I pulled back a little and then thrust into her. She gave a good shriek as I buried my cock deep in her ass. I picked up the rhythm. Soon, my dick was pounding into her ass and she was pushing back against me to meet every thrust. She screamed and quivered with each thrust. I groaned and hammered into her. At some point, I reached out, grabbed her dildo and shoved it into her pussy for good measure. Stuffed full, ass and pussy, she completely lost it. Her whole body shook in a powerful orgasm and she screamed. I came a few seconds later, flooding her ass with my cum. We lay there for a while after it was over, not saying anything. Finally I got up and went into her bathroom to clean up. "Bastard," was all she said to me. Bastard On The Beach Odd things beaches. You'll go one day and it's packed. You go another day, just as nice a day as the first, and you could shoot off a cannon without having to worry that someone might get hurt. And have you ever noticed how people cluster on them. There'll be a track down from the parking area or something similar and people will come down the track, hit the beach and promptly pick a place to settle. I mean, really. It's not as though you're going to have to go somewhere in a hurry. Spread out a little. You can stroll along the beach and find a little cluster of people, then a nice long space of empty beach and then another little cluster. Quite odd, really. Me, I tend to move into the middle of one of those empty stretches and settle down. It's safer really. You can see if any light fingered lout comes sniffing around, looking for a quick pick-up and go. A cop told me that they picked up one bloke who specialised in grabbing any shoes left lying around. People cleverly hide things like wallets and car-keys and smart phones in their shoes, because who would think of looking there? This clown did. People were neatly packaging the goodies and he'd just walk by, bend over and then keep going, shoes in hand. The only down side to parking yourself away from the tracks is that you tend to have a bit of a hike if you want to go get something from a canteen or local shop, but what the hell? You're at the beach for both fun and exercise, after all. Running along behind the beach proper at my local beach is a series of sand dunes. They're held pretty firmly in place by some sort of low lying grass that seems to be pretty salt resistant. When I have to duck back to the car park or the shop I tend to cut into the dunes and walk back among them. That grass allows for much easier going, compared to trudging through the sand. This particular day I wanted a drink, reached for my stuff and found I'd forgotten to bring one. I was mildly irritated, but these things happen. It was a case of get up off my blot and go and get one. So up I get, wander into the dunes and then start hiking in the direction of the nearest track which was probably a five minute walk. You can be very quiet walking through sandy dunes that have a low grassy ground cover. I came cutting around one dune and oh, joy. There was this blonde dish with very nice mammaries getting a tan free of those annoying tan lines. Top half anyway. She was wearing a bikini bottom. She gave a horrified squeak when she suddenly saw me there and snatched up her top and clasped it to her breasts, blushing. I just grinned at her and waved as I went on past. I could feel her eyes drilling into my back as I went on my way but I didn't even turn around. Harmless, that's me. Not wanting to carry an empty bottle around with me I lingered outside the shop until I'd scoffed it and then dumped the bottle in a nearby bin. Then it was back into the dunes and on to where my things were. (In case you're wondering, I had left nothing there worth pinching. Even a tramp would probably have scorned them.) Again I came around that dune and there was my topless bathing beauty, soaking up the sun. I must have made some noise because her head spun around and she was reaching for her top before she had even spotted me. This time she expressed her indignation. "Do you mind?" she snapped. "What are you, a pervert? Fancy creeping around like that." I chose to be amused, rather than annoyed. If she was wanting privacy, she probably had a right to feel a little put upon. "My things are over that-away," I said, pointing. "The shop is that-away," I added, pointing back behind me. "To get from hither to yon I must needs walk, and it's easier walking on the grassy dunes compared to trudging through the soft sand. Now why a young woman of your age, twenty is it?, chooses to be so modest about her lovely mammaries is your business, but if you don't want strangers wandering past and admiring your feminine attributes you shouldn't be lingering in hidden places like this where they can come upon you unexpectedly." "Really," she snapped. "I suppose you think I should be down on the beach where every lout around can ogle me?" "You're partly right," I said, letting her see that I was laughing at her. "If you'd bothered to take a look at the beach you'd have seen that there are some places where you can relax away from other people and still have a good view in both directions. Then if you have an overwhelming desire to protect your modesty you can see people coming from quite a distance and you'll have time to cover up if they seem to be approaching too closely. Common sense, really." "I suppose some place that-away," indicating the direction that I said my things were, "would be perfect. Someplace convenient for you to ogle me." Now she was getting personal, and I was just trying to be helpful. "I've seen breasts before," I told her. "Not many sets as good as yours, I'll admit, but I have seen them. And if I wanted to see yours I can do that here as well as anywhere else. See?" With that last comment I'd bent down and whipped her top out from under her fingers. She snatched at it too late and then realised that she was exposing herself and snatched her hand back to cover herself, blushing. "Give that back," she hissed at me. I wasn't sure if her rising colour was anger or embarrassment, but the blush certainly suited her. "You," I told her firmly, "are taking silly and unnecessary chances hiding in the dunes like this with no-one else around. Anything could happen to you." I tossed her top down, just a little out of her reach. She glanced at it, but wasn't uncovering her breasts to reach for it. "Go away," she snapped at me. "I know what I'm doing and I don't need your advice." "Really?" I said. "And what would you do if someone came along and did something like this?" It was like potting a sitting duck. The way she was lying with her hands up covering her breasts she didn't have a chance to react before it was far too late. I just leaned down, hitched a couple of fingers either side of her bikini bottom and pulled it down while lifting her legs high. Feeling herself being tilted, her arms automatically went out to either side to help her to try to get some sort of balance. Suddenly she found herself bent over, legs spread wide, bikini right off and on full display. I looked at her with interest. She really was quite lovely, and right now, so open. "Um. You haven't answered," I pointed out. "What are you going to do?" "I am going to wait until you let me go and then I'm going to slap you silly," she almost snarled at me. "Now let me go." "Now why would I let you go if you're going to assault me," I asked her. "And may I point out that yelling probably won't help. From the quietness around here I suspect that there isn't anyone on earshot or we'd be hearing them." Thoughtfully I rubbed her mons. "I see you shave," I murmured. "It feels very smooth. How does it feel from your side?" My hand drifted over her pussy, softly rubbing it. She squeaked and squirmed a bit at that, but there wasn't much else she could do. "What were we discussing?" I asked, continuing to gently massage her. "Oh, yes. Your lovely breasts. As you can see I have an excellent view of them right now. Hopefully I'll taste them shortly." "Bastard," she said. "You should live so long." "I probably will. I think you were going to tell me how you can look after yourself?" By now my fingers were easing apart her lips and dipping into her sweetness. Surprisingly she was hot and wet. I was quite startled. On top of that, I noticed her nipples were standing erect. Goodness me. She was getting quite excited. Being slightly repetitive she called me a bastard again. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing," she demanded. To answer that I had to stop playing with her pussy for a few moments. She looked quite relieved until she saw that I was dropping my bathers and had a present for her. "What do you think you're going to do with that, you rotten pig," she wailed. "What do you think I'm going to do? You do know what it's for, don't you?" "Of course I know, you idiot. That's why I asked." "You logic doesn't make much sense," I pointed out. "If you know, why ask." "Because I don't want to know, that's why. What are you doing?" As my cock was pressing fairly firmly against her slit I thought that was rather self-evident. Pressing a little further I sank a few inches into her. "What does it feel like I'm doing?" I asked her gently, seemingly interested in her answer. "Bastard," she groaned. "You're having sex with me and don't deny it." I pressed in harder, continuing to sink my cock into its new home. When I'd driven home I was finally free to release my hold on her legs. She was groaning and not looking at me, but I was pleased to feel her legs closing around me. Now I started setting up a nice rhythm, pressing in deeply and pulling back for another deep plunge. My modest sunbather was quickly moving in unison with me, and seeing it was a really nice day I didn't hurry. Taking my time, I set about pleasuring her. (And myself.) We were coming together quite nicely, as though we'd been practising. She was gasping, giving a little squeak occasionally whenever I pulled a slightly harder thrust. Her eyes were closed as she seemed to be concentrating on what was happening to her. Every so often the term "bastard" would go floating past. Finally I asked her, "Why do you keep calling me a bastard?" "Because you're raping me, you bastard," she hissed at me. "No I'm not," I told her. Her eyes popped open at that. She glared at me and then glanced at where my cock was currently driving home. "What do you call this?" she demanded. "I'm making love to you," I told her, "and very enjoyable it is. You feel marvellous." "That's what I mean," she hissed, indignant. "You're raping me." "No such thing. At no time did you tell me not to do this." "What?" she practically shrieked at me. (Still matching my driving into her, matching every thrust wholeheartedly.) "You called me some names and asked what I was going to do but at no stage did you say that I couldn't do it. Obviously I would have accepted your wishes if you'd actually said no." She stared at me in shock for a good thirty seconds while her mind was racing through the things she'd said. Finally she managed a feeble, "But." "However, don't think I won't stop doing this instantly if you tell me I have to," I told her, giving a slightly harder thrust with the words 'doing this'. "Do you want me to stop?" She looked furious and I suspect that she dearly wanted to say stop, but her blood was up and her pussy was enjoying some dynamic action and she was far too far along to stop. "Bastard," she grumbled and her eyes closed again, giving herself over to the feelings and emotions surging through her. I strove to prove my bastardry, hammering harder and harder, while my mouth finally closed upon her breast, suckling fiercely. Eventually she shrieked and lunged hard up against me while I groaned and let loose my own package. We clung hard together as our bodies shuddered in their respective climaxes, finally relaxing and settling down onto the sandy grass. "You really would be better off down on the main beach," I observed. "If you want to come and set up near me I'll be able to keep one eye out for you." She rose grumbling to her feet, and followed me to where my stuff lay. She hadn't I noticed, bothered to put her bikini back on, trusting me when I said that the beach was deserted where I was. "Well damn," I said when we finally arrived back at the main beach where I'd let my junk. So much for my assumption that no-one would think it worth pinching. It was all gone. I'd be driving home in my bathers it seemed.