Forum Saradas
Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: achilleus on March 01, 2014, 11:57:38 pm
-
^-^
Stories in this collection:
Secret Biceps Confessions
Meredith
Secret Biceps Confessions
by achilleus
Part 1: the instant lover
Demonika: Hello stranger, how’s it going. No need to excuse for looking at me, I am used to that sort of thing. For some reason, I do like it … and I do like you. O well, what can I say ….. it is some time into the night and I am starting to relax now. O gawwd … was that a tough day. Full of hard work, and not a single word of comfort from my manager. Just givin’ orders and kicking ass, as usual. But I am a strong girl and like it that way, to be honest. Nothing worse than a day without assignment, useless and boring. Oooo yes, you are right … I am an action girl, I love a good challenge. Btw …. my name is Demonika ….. it’s a pleasure to meet you, stranger. And just opposite to me, that’s my small sister, Phoebe ….
Phoebe: Who you are calling “small”, watch your loose tongue, bitch.
Demonika (laughing): jealous bitch.
Phoebe: you may excuse, stranger, Demonika is in a state of over excitement, she had her victory over me today. Which is quite unusual, right, sista. Usually I do outperform, don’t I?
Demonika is laughing hard
Phoebe: So how do you like it here, stranger. Nice bar, isn’t it? Classic approach, nice drinks, and you just have to love the dark furniture. That kind of place where you easy get lost during a weekdays night.
Demonika (giggles): … and always fresh meat around.
Phoebe: Do not listen to her. (pretending to be cross) Just ignore. Stranger … my apologies … where are my manners. This is Sabrina, she is our owner, our manager and mistress. We are her biceps, her pride, in flesh and bones. Demonika, her left biceps, and me, her right biceps. Yeah, Sabrina is a beautiful girl, isn’t she, just look at her. Always well dressed.
Deminoka: leaving us undressed, good girl. Well, almost ….
Phoebe: eventually a bracelet, or some elegant sleeves that wrap pictorially around our mighty shape
Demonika: o yes, hard to believe that it was not always like this. For a while (thinking) … for an endless seeming period … she seemed … ashamed somehow … of us!
Phoebe: indeed hard to believe. I do remember … it was right here … at this bar, where she first presented us …. in a worthy manner.
Demonika: It was about time. I was already getting pissed about being covered up day in day out. Whats the point in working so hard, if nobody ever realizes ……
-
Back in time ...
Tuesday night, Harry’s Bar: in the middle of Soho, a well known place for barflies, work addicts who are looking for distraction, and wives of rich lawyers looking for adventure. Smoky, laid out in dark cherrywood and metal. The parade of bottles behind the bar seems endless. Whiskeys at 12, 15 and 18 years age line up next to top Cognac, Sherry and Gin. Champagne from France, Beer from Germany, Schnaps from Austria. Japanese Sake and Brazilian Cachaca in its finest form. Around the bar a handful of well dressed people, men and women in their 30s and 40s, … and they all entered alone. A few tables around the narrow room, with some couples sharing a drink, and small nibbles with it. Hardly to be noticed, as the light is weak and the corners have something gloomy, unfriendly. The center of this place is, without doubt, the bar.
The door opens, and in comes Sabrina, a lady in her young twenties, a fair bit younger than the average crowd at this place. She is equally elegant dressed, stylish, with a powerful walk, yet somehow she seemed scattered.
It was a typical weekday for Sabrina. Hard and long work, with only a short lunchbreak, and even having a coffee in between seems impossible at times. Sabrina works at an exclusive jeweler, a few blocks away. Crowded and busy all day long, with demanding customers. Payment is good, and also pays for her expensive free time occupation: bodybuilding! Sabrina not always worked in this business, just on the contrary, she was a wallstreet trader. Too much stress, and her male macho colleagues were giving her a hard time. And when she seriously got into weight training, it just didn’t match up any longer. The decision to change profession was an easy one.
After work, business as usual: the short cut to the gym, change clothes, then workout. Short but intense. To be more precise: the most intense workout anyone can imagine. Full of pain and passion, and nobody should ever dare to disturb.
After gym no business as usual: instead of going home, having a shower, and cook dinner Sabrina felt like a change. She wanted to leave her own walls, and dive into the night. She felt like dressing up, and meeting new people, in an exciting environment. And there she is now: at Harry’s Bar.
Sabrina looks around for a while, her mind switching hundreds of times (leave/stay/leave/stay …), when a couple enters the room behind her: “excuse us, could you please move in, ma’m, be so kind”. Sabrina acts as if she had a plan, and heads towards the bar. An empty bar seat, with nobody on the left and right, is her bar stool of choice. Difficult to step up, in her elegant heels, and no gentleman here to help, as usual. So Sabrina almost stumbles and falls, but finally manages to take a seat. She sits down and …. she is … without doubt …. a very attractive young woman. Dressed in the small black, expensive shoes, and fine art around neck and wrist. Her legs are so fit and nicely shaped, curvy and full beyond believe, a real eye catcher, and she is proud to show. Her upper body, however, is well covered in a dusky pink vest. The vest seems well filled all over, it even stretches at some parts. How can the legs be so sexy, and the upper body so fat?
Shawn: “Excuse me, is this seat taken”
A well-dressed gentleman stands just behind Sabrina. He may be in his mid-thirties, good looking, with a hint of british accent.
Sabrina looks around, and, silently and unnoticed, the bar has filled up and the last remaining bar stool was the one just next to her.
Sabrina (shy): o …. o well …. Seems like …. I have to say yes.
Shawn: If your purse needs a seat, my ass will remain up. Let me know.
Sabrina chuckles and Shawn takes a seat. It’s been a while and she feels some unrest in her. Since she broke up with her boyfriend a few years ago, she never dated a guy again, not even been around a guy on purpose, and outside the gym or work. Since she works out so hard at the gym, she has mixed emotions: pride and self confidence over her body at one hand. On the other hand she never felt less a woman like now. Lots of negative and disrespectful comments for her, the sweetest talk and comments for her girl friends, all slim and good looking. THEY can shop clothes at their convenience, SHE never gets anything that fits her shape. Always tension in the people around her, some even get aggressive at her solid presence.
During the day Sabrina can very well live with a hostile environment, she learned to handle it. At gym at least, she earned her respect and people are welcoming at her presence. At night however, she somewhat feels …. alone …. ignored. Why and how does that happen? Watch out:
Shawn (to the bartender): whisky sour for me and ….. (looking at Sabrina, with a gesture of waiting for an explanation) … ……. For the lady?
Sabrina (stuttering) …. Uhmmmm .. let me have a look at the menu
Shawn: the port-wine is excellent, have a try
Sabrina: sounds good …. I take a glass
Shawn: a small glass
Sabrina (giggles): a large one …..
Shawn: let me please take you the vest off, please
Sabrina holds her vest closed, half heartedly, and looks embarrassed to the ground
Shawn (with a soft, but assertive voice): please
The music changes: Bolero. The light changes: the spot on Sabrina. The eyes of the people at the bar change: they widen and point in direction of Sabrina. Mouths open, Lips drop. The cigarette of the gentleman just opposite drops to the ground, without him even noticing. The vest comes off.
The spotlight reflects from Sabrinas arms. But it does not reflect around in circles, but rather in spheres, it reflects in all directions, bright and shiny. And if you follow the lightrays back to the origin, you know why: The shoulders are muscular, with pumped up, round shape. And the arms are even more outstanding. Thick meat, with the most heroic proportions. The most outstanding arms at the bar, an explosive appearance, shining and of unbelievable size. Deep cuts separate shoulders and arms, and biceps and triceps. The muscles are so dense that it looks as they burst the skin at the next careless movement. And all through the moment, the Bolero picks up in speed and intensity.
The most impressive arms covered in looks and talks, rather than clothes now: jealous, aggressive, insecure. The gentleman on the right side looks sportive, as if he was a rugby or football player. But HER muscles are doubtless bigger than HIS. The lady on the left side drops disrespectful comments. If she could spit poison at Sabrina, she would with pleasure. And that’s just what Sabrina was afraid of, just what makes her feel so bad: drawing all the attention to her arms, like a piece of meat thrown in a lake full of piranhas. As if she has done something wrong.
Shawn notices, and acts: He steps on the bar stool, and orders the barkeeper to stop the music.
Shawn (shouts): Ladies and gentlemen, I do apologize for reminding you with this activity. For reminding you, what a weak and pathetic bunch of people you are: soft, unathletic, with no discipline. Rather than taking care about your body, you rather fill it up with poison, pardon: well traveled and in oak barrells riped poison. Let’s raise our glass now. Let’s raise our glass and drink on the next morning. May it be far away and all mirrors blurred out like seawater that has been polluted with tank oil. Or something. CHEERS !!!!!!
“Cheers” comes back from one very drunk man, “stupid motherfucker” from another one.
When he steps down the bar stool he finds Sabrina laughing. Not smiling, not giggling, but laughing really hard.
Shawn joins in laughing, and lays the vest over Sabrinas shoulders: “maybe it’s better we leave it on again. Or some people may get a heart attack.”
Sabrina smiles … and orders a new round of drinks.
-
Hours later ...
Glasses are piling up on the bar. Sabrina is obviously enjoying the moment. She laughs and talks and laughs and talks. And she is looking gorgeous. The vest has finally come of, and while she is talking her chest and her arms are silently flexing and quivering. So big and full, yet so feminine shaped. A sign that also the body is completely relaxed now.
Most of the people have already left, the barkeeper cleans parts of the bar and the tables. Sabrina and Shawn are talking about everything and everybody. And, as it turns out, he used to workout as well, but then had to stop due to an injury. He still … so Sabrina notices … is in good shape. That somehow broke the ice completely. Sabrina feels comfortable to have something to share expertise about: training in the gym. She lost all her nervous feelings, and enjoys the respect that Shawn has for her and her lifestyle. And he even has noticed a small imbalance between her left and right arm, what a great observation.
Surely he is married, how could a guy like this ever be alone out there. Probably his wife is on a business trip and he is looking for distraction. That what Sabrina thinks by herself. Why does it always have to be this way … . The alcohol in her makes her say things she would never say elsewise:
Sabrina: “so what is it, that made you sit down here …. Mister …. (with a sarcastic sound) ..Nice …. ."
Shawn (takes a long break and makes a serious face, and looks into her eyes with lots of confidence): “It is the fine balanced curves of your body that made me approach. But it is your ability to fight for them that makes me stay.”
Silence. ….. . A glass breaks. … . Sabrina has, without even realizing, wiping her glass of champagne from the bar desk.
Sabrina (completely lost for words): "ah .. I … am … don’t know. So sorry. (She takes the dirty towel from the bar desk, and whipes his shirt … ) so sorry … look at what I have done."
Shawn takes the towel out of her hand: “look at you, it’s all over your dress. What a pity. We need to get the mess off”
Sabrine (hastily): its ok, its ok, I am completely fine. It’s just a little … wet … patch.
Shawn:” I insist! My apartment is just up the stairs from here, we can get it clean in no time. Let me do this for you”.
__________________________
to be continued .....
-
a kiss is just a kiss
"You must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh, the fundamental things apply, as time goes by ….. “
Shawn sits at his piano and plays. Candles on the piano, three candles, and a tumbler half full of whisky just next to it.
“She can kill with her smile, she can wound with her eyes …. “
Jimmy Shoo heels are treasure for legs. Elegant shape, dangerous height, and details flagitiously beautiful.
Jimmy Shoo heels are treasure for THOSE legs. The hard and well shaped ankles trapped by the black leather straps, covered in shining Swarovski stones. It makes any man want to touch them, look at them. An eye catcher in the true sense of the meaning, and Shawns eyes would have probably got stuck on them if there wasn’t the equally beautiful calves. Diamond shaped calves, big, massive, trapped between those tight and hard ankles and knees. Calves that move melodically at each step. Calves that squeeze out left and right, when Sabrina lays one leg over her other.
Jimmy Shoo shoes are uncomfortable. Sabrina sit down on the small leather bench next to the piano: “Didn’t we come here to …. Clean my dress?”
Shawn plays on the piano and creates his own song, and punches into the keyboard:” dust and dirt and speck and stain, must be removed before they remain!”
Shawn: ”Sure, Sabrina … that what we said …. Didn’t we” He looks over to her and smiles. The bathroom is over there (pointing in that direction). Everything you need you will find there.”
Sabrina takes off her shoes, and she holds them under Shawns nose with two finger. “What a gentleman, is it really?”.
Shawn: ”my apologies, for not massaging your feet”
Sabrina giggles: ”I think I will find my way alone” She drops the shoes to the ground, turns around, and looks over her shoulder to Shawn while she is walking to the bathroom.
Shawn picks up her shoes, and thoroughly places them next to the entrance. He marks his way to the center part of the living room. Dims the light, shakes up the cushions on the sofa.
It doesn’t take long and Sabrina comes in, her hair a bit messy.
Sabrina (tipsy): “Pitty … it does not come off”
Shawn: “What … does not come off … “
Sabrina: “The dress. The zipper … I cannot open it”
Shawn walks over to the couch and sits down on it. He orders Sabrina over, gently, yet ascertained. “Turn around, let me look”
Sabrina stands close to him, and pulls her long hair over her shoulder to the front and bares her back open. The dress is deep cut and sits tight around the waist. Shawn lays his big hands around the hard and narrow waistline and tries to get a grip. The fabric of the dress is solid, and has an iron grip on Sabrinas body. Any other womans body would be squeezed to death, that’s how stiff and tight it is, but Sabrinas dense muscles hold against the pressure with ease, without even flexing.
Shawn tries to open the zipper, carefully pushing and pulling, but without luck. He starts breathing heavily, as he looks upwards towards her back. If muscles could tell stories, they would keep him occupied with tales about pleasure and pain, of admiration and abuse for the rest of his life. If self confidence could expand, the back muscles would smash Shawn against the wall. And there is this tattoed butterfly, that rests just below the gap between neck and shoulders, which keep Shawn focused. Don’t fly away butterfly!
In another effort he tries to pull the dress up, looking to pull it over her head. He expands the upper fringe with his best effort, so that he can pull it over the lower lats, that are hanging over the dress. He breathes heavily and starts to exhaust while doing so. The fine pattern on the dress slowly expands: the tiny circles transform into ellipses . Now the dress is stuck even more on the lower back. Sabrina pulls her shoulders back, so that her back is more deep then wide now, and the butterfly completely disappears and gets killed between the deep cut in the back. Shawn tries to pull up the dress with his hardest effort. Looking at the size of the back that is still bare naked, it seems sooooo impossible. And that’s what he wants to express, but what slips out of his mouth is: “it is sooooo beautiful”.
Oooops …
In a reflex movement the latissimus flexes hard, and rips open a small bit of the dress with a loud sound. There it is again …. Sabrina feels watched, ….. observed, … abnormal.
One-night-stands not always go as expected, especially when alcohol is in the game. Feelings cant be planned and mood changes, that is the law of nature. But purpose and intent stand tall and Shawn would rather die a heartattack than let this situation float away …. .
Shawn: “it is OK. It IS OK. There is no need to take the dress off, I will get it clean for you”.
He quickly gets a bowl with water and a towel. Shawn soaks the towel in the water, and start to rub the parts, where the alcohol dried in: the dress over the hips, a bit on the abs. And there seems be bits on her naked biceps. He soaks the towel again and touches the lower part of her biceps. SNAP: another reflex movement, and the biceps doubles in size and hardens. Shawn rubs his eyes: the biceps stands tall over the crook of the arm. Almost three or four thumbs thick, the shape of a pot whale that is just diving out of the water. He touches it: it is rock hard! Following the arms downwards with his eyes, he sees the forearms completely hard as well, and covered in veins. The hands are deep buried in her upper thigh, and hold tight in a spasmic movement.
Sabrina (hectic): “ It is fine, I can handle this myself now, it is fine!”
Shawn (breathes heavy, a few times, and angrily throws down the wet towel to the floor): “It is not fine, by any chance … it is NOT !!!!” (he takes a short break) since you are here I feel warmth and attachment, and whenever we get close, you break it up. Why ??!!!!”
Sabrina (irritated): “I don’t know what you’re talking”
Shawn: “Look into my eyes ….. what is it ?!”
Sabrina (looks to the side … with a suffering facial expression): “I love my workout, and I am confident with my body … but …. Since my body looks that way (she makes a gesture with her finger, waving over her body) …. Since I look that way; I have not met any man. Many stupid comments, no happy ending … . Now you know the trueth. Are you happy now?”
Shawn looks at her in disbelieve and remains silent.
Sabrina: “Maybe its better I go now”
Shawn: “THREE !”
Sabrina: “what ?!”
Shawn: “Give me three chances. Ask me three questions of your choice, and allow me to answer. Then I will let you go .... “
Sabrina turns around and she waits and buys in ….
The time stands still, and the clock sounds like a massive bell church:
BOOOMMMMMM !!!!!!!
Sabrina: “Why did you approach me at the bar?”
Shawn: “I already told you”
BOOMMMMMMM !!!!!
One questions wasted, two remain
Sabrina: “I noticed pictures of young girls around in your apartment, slim, tender. How can you find THEM attractive, and ME at the same time?”
Shawn: “Their beauty is on the surface, light and fading. Your beauty is solid, shining and indestructible. It is filled with life and passion. Your body has been developed by the most wonderful soul, thats why I love to look at it. Attractive …. Just gets a new meaning for me. Please be patient with me."
BOOMMMMMMMM !!!!!!!!
Sabrina (with a whispering voice): “Will you take good care of me tonight?”
Shawn (gets very serious, and looks deep into her eyes): “Yes, I will”.
He slowly leans over to her right arm, holds the elbow, and touches the biceps with his lips. Sparkle and stars drizzle in all directions and fill the dark room with excitement. The biceps, that just have been hard and repudiative, completely relax and soften up. The mind and spirit of the biceps completely opens up now to Shawn, and all the excitement that will follow.
-
Down and dirty
“Will you take good care of me tonight” … easier said than done.
Sabrina has Shawns head by the hair, in a tight grip. Sabrina directs the head to all different parts of her body, and makes Shawn worship her muscles. Heavy breathing between her mighty pecs, sucking on her outstanding traps, licking the long lats. The dress that’s still stuck on her gets compressed further and further and lays bare open more of the unbelievable body. And all the way through, Sabrina is completely relaxed. She is in ecstasy. Her body moves alluringly, always standing on one leg, and rubbing with the other foot on it. Now that the self-discipline and insecurity faded away, all her power and femininity evolve and increase in size. Shawn is a very fit man and definitely not afraid of any combat. But Sabrinas out-of-control raw power is too much for him and he seeks to stay in charge as good as possible … and not get his neck snapped.
On to your knees, lover. … and put my elegant shoes on again, now! All the forces press Shawns head against Sabrinas left thigh. He holds on to it with his hands, but slips. The thighs are so massive, that he holds around it with both arms. His head is pressed hard against the quads, and the lips get stuck on them. Every time Shawn kisses the thigh, the evenly and elegantly shaped muscles flex and deep cuts appear, like the muscles communicating with lips, sending some sort of secret signal. Shawn is forced to kiss, over and over again … and he enjoys like he never did in his life. And those thighs are so hot: thick muscles like from another universe … and then again … the hard curve narrows up over the tiny and hard knees. The most beautiful curve anyone can imagine.
Shawn kisses on the inside of the thighs, inwards and upwards. His lips touch every part of it, explore every small detail. Sabrina spreads her legs, so that Shawn can move forward. The sinew that runs from the thighs inwards …. The tongue runs all the way along it. Shawn smells Sabrinas excitement. He touches her black thong. It is soaking wet. It is soaking wet and the Clitoris is completely stiff and hard and presses against the thong.
If only he could see Sabrinas face, the eyes completely closed, a tear stuck on her …… fake eyelash … and the lips swollen and half open. The head bends left and right, in search for sexual freedom, and the long hair moves around freely. Hazelnut colors in wavelike motion.
Sabrina opens up the slotted piece to the left and right of the thong, and hastily strips it off. What happens then is a sign, for what love toy Shawn has become in this game: Sabrina grabs him under the shoulders, and lifts him up to her. His feet are not on the ground: she lifts ALL his weight!
Sabrina (with discomposed voice): “Be reckless. When you explore my body be reckless, kick the gentle man in the trash can now.”
She is close to his face, so close that her lips touch his lips when she is talking.
Shawn (irritated): “No more shy, no more embarrassed, what was all the virgin talk bullshit at Harrys bar all about ??!!!”
Sabrina lays Shawns right hand on her glutes. They are so massive, that Shawns hand rests on them: “I lied. Oooo yes I lied. To yourself, and also to me. I lied to myself, you hear me.
Shawn: ”You lied … ? ? ? !!! “
Sabrina: “The truth: I enjoyed it. I did enjoy the jealous look from people around at my muscles. I enjoyed the fear and hidden lust in their eyes.”
Shawn: “I did adore you the way you exposed yourself, you know that … “
Sabrina moves her lips to Shawns ears: “I knooooooow. (after a short break): Take me now. Take me hard, you hear me, I can barely feel you right now, be harder. Penetrate me deep and hard”.
Shawn feels sexual aggressiveness boiling up in him. All alarm bells in his body switching on, red alert. He tries to open his belt, hastily, uncoordinated, shit … its not coming off.
Sabrina (moaning): “Get it off”
Shawn: “Yes …. Yes … “
Sabrina (getting aggressive and impatient): “ The trousers, get them off !!!!!! “
Four hands are on the belt of Shawns trousers now and try to get it off, but it wont work quick. Shawn gives another try, and Sabrina pushes his hands to the side. She applies a tight grip around trouser waistband and leather belt, and starts pulling to both directions. She pulls harder and Shawn moves aboulic around like a doll. The trousers are solid and the belt is an expensive one, but Sabrina does not care .. she pulls harder and the solid belt gives in, and starts to stretch like chewing gum. The trousers underneath rip apart, and the buttons jump out in all directions. Sabrina still pulls and pushes to all directions, and the trousers, shredded to pieces, finally drop down to the feet.
Freedom! The cock is out, hard and stiff and large like never before, covered in veins and exploding for lust. Shawns eyes are red, foam in front of his mouth, steam out of the ears, and the hands are so ready to burry themselves in flesh and bone.
Sabrina lays her arm around Shawns neck and pulls him to her body with all her strength. Her left leg wraps around his hip. Her heavy weight pulls them down, and they both sink to the floor.
-
close encounter
“Thick Berta” the canon is in position, the nuclear weapons rise towards the sky, a cowboy rides on a wild mustang rocking the lasso. Shawn is ready like never in his life before. While, in similar situations he always is about to balance out, the beast and the gentleman, there is no balancing here and now. Misbehavior like pulling the head, hard slapping the ass and reckless penetration are suddenly a question of honor.
Same way as Sabrina is large and voluptuous on the outside, she is fit and tight on the inside. So fit and tight it almost hurts Shawn doing his job. His hard cock throbs into her soaking wet pussy, in an effort to get her body in motion. Faster, slower, always seeking to bring the woman of desire over the edge, always boiling up desire and passion inside.
Sabrina moans and whispers unintelligible crosstalk. Her hands try to get a grip on Shawns back, and she is pulling more and more his shirt up and grabs his naked skin. “I love your pussy” “Mhmmm your cock takes me so nice”, the words float around the same subject over and over again. Suddenly Sabrinas moaning gets louder and a certain “YESSS” escapes her mouth. That is it: Shawn has found THE rhythm. It clicks in his mind: from that moment he turns into a machine. Like an oil drilling he persistently drills deep with a constant and even motion and a seemingly endless endurance and power.
And while the rhythm is stuck in the same frequency like an iron nail in the wall, things are boiling up:
Shawns muscles awake and get stronger in an effort to make Sabrina happy. All his muscle fibers switch on, even more, they start to burn for desire. And exactly that desire causes Sabrinas body to store more and more lust and burry it deep inside. It is like two giants awaking and going against each other: the more they fight, the more the feel each other. The more they feel each other, the more they desire each other.
Penetration …
Sweat starts running down the skin, more and more. So much that Sabrinas hands slip on Shawns skin, and Shawns shirt starts to get soaking wet. Sweat that units the lovers, sweat that lays free the own smell and makes them feel each other with all senses.
Penetration …
The whispering and moaning does not get louder, but it does get more passionate. The words of Shawn and Sabrina come more and more easy, and melt together in a gigantic labyrinth of pleasure. The facial expression underlines the words, even more so: it puts a magnifying glass over their intensity. Shawns eyes and pupils wide open and a grim look with crinkles of strain and determination. And only an extreme mixture of pleasure and pain can describe Sabrinas face, with her head laid to the side, the lips half open, the eyes closed, and the hazelnut hair falling in all directions.
Penetration …
The expensive Jimmy Shoo heels, that are still wrapped around Sabrinas feet start tottering uncontrollable. The wonderful looking Jimmy Shoos, eye-catcher on the wonderfully muscled legs, they move further and further apart.
Penetration ….
The ultimate warrior, that has been buried deep inside Shawn is completely free and out of control and works with ultimate force on that woman underneath. And whenever the ultimate climax is awaited, Sabrina raises the bar and burries even more lust inside her.
Penetration ….
Penetration …
Endless penetration ….
Ouch …
Nobody can say how long the penetration went on, nobody can even make a wild guess. Until …. He sees Sabrina raising up with her head, and the lips tight pressing out a long “MhhhhhhhhhhhhhM”. Shawn feels pressure from Sabrinas thighs around his hips … and an iron grip on his cock. He has not expected that intensity and is breathless, it takes him a while to gasp for air. Paiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnn! He shouts out and gasps for air….
Things get hectic, and Shawn, who is in complete ecstasy and breathing heavily, is suddenly frightened, with the only solution crossing his mind: Escape !!!!! The cock hard like a piece of iron now, the face is red and he wants to pull out. But Sabrina is faster, and applies a tight grip around Shawns ass.
Her voice has deepened and sounds even more aggressive and determined: “Not now … I want more …. You carry on lover … “
Shawn:"Let me go ….”. Let me goooooooooooooo !!!”
Shawn tries to hold against Sabrinas pulling, with all his muscle power, pushing against the floor, but without the slightest chance: Sabrina is pulling his hard cock in and out, and all his body around it. A massive, human Dildo!
Supernova ….
You think the first orgasm was bad? Shawn is about to be processed like a car in car compactor. The thighs wrap tight around hips and waist and press together with python power. The arms wrap around the back and squeeze together hard. The unleashed power is on the edge to snap the backbone. The cock is pressed together as if trapped in a bench vice, with somebody merciless squeezing in.
Sabrina screams her lounges out ………. Shawn screams even louder than that ……… The rumors have it, that days later the neighbors from four floors below complained about the unbearable noise in the house. Pleasure and pain united in superhuman strength.
-
fountain of love
Freedom! The cock is out and free again. Without the immense pressure, the cock expands even more in size. Pulsating, horny, filled with pressure and pleasure, seeking for a place to be …
Tears are running down Shawns cheek: “Look at my cock … “
Sabrina, breathing deep and relaxed, slowly raises her upper body and looks at the massive cock, her eyes still slotted: “ ohhh my god.” Looking at Shawn, in an effort to say something helpful
Shawn (beseeching): “ It is about to explode. Look what you have done to it …. “
Shawn graps his dick in a effort to get relief, but Sabrina pushes it aside.
Sabrina (pulling Shawn close to her, looking deep into his tearful eyes): “Let me make you happy” (she smiles)
She lays her left arm around Shawns waist, and graps his cock tight. Slowly she starts throbbing the hand up and down the hard and large cock. Pushing and pulling …….. over and over again … putting Shawn in a state of trance. Sabrina does not stop smiling. She stretches out her right arm, point Shawns tip of the cock against her biceps. While Shawns dick is hard as a nail, his rest of the body starts to soften in Sabrinas tight grip. She starts to flex the biceps: a big loaf of meat hardening and expanding. Biceps release and flex, over and over again with the one arm. Cock pushing und pulling with the other.
Shawn breathes out from deep inside the belly and moans with deep and wistful sound: “ IIIIII ………. Freaaakinnnngggg ……. Ly ……. Adooooooooooooooooore ………..yooouurr biceps !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Shawn starts to see flash lights in front of his eyes. In between he sees the she-biceps flexing, expanding to mountainous size, and getting smooth again. He sees images of the biceps lifting ultra heavy iron, over and over again. And he repeats the same sentence …., over and over again. Flash light …. The pressure inside the cock has increased so much, that is unbearable for him. Relief is in sight.
White light appears, the surrounding sound disappears.
.
.
.
Shawn comes to his senses again. Relaxed breathing …. Minutes of relaxed breathing. He sits on the floor, leaned against the sofa. In front of him Sabrina: she still admirers her own biceps, and rubs … sperm … into it. The biceps is soaking wet. The forearms and inside of the shoulders are wet too. It is dripping thick drops from her arms. Shawn follows the drops to the floor and sees thick wet patches, at least ten of them, all over the place. Looking further to the back he sees sperm dripping from the Chinese vase in the background. The vase is about three meters away.
Shawn looks over to Sabrina, and she seems as relaxed as he is. Sunken to the floor, just breathing. A wisp of hair has fallen in her face, she blows it away.
Sabrina: “Wooooooooohhhhh”
Shawn (with a look of surprise and exhaustion): “Indeed …. Woooooohhhhhh”
They both start laughing.
Shawn: “Now THAT was something ….. . Woooooooohhhh”
Sabrina looks embarrassed to the ground, then over to Shawn, with a smile on her face.
Sabrina: “I thought we would be coming to your place to clean my dress”
Shawn looks at the dress, that is still stuck on her: Sperm is also dripping from the dress.
Shawn (raising an eyebrow): “Well …… seems, that we missed out on that one … “
Short silence, then they both fall into endless laughing.
-
how to say goodbye
Shawn sits relaxed on the couch. Shawn RESTS completely unwound and happy on the magnificent couch. The look sweeps along the room, all the room. Suddenly it seems like there is all the time in the world, and small details are noticed.
There is lipstick on the wine glass.
There are smoked up cigarettes aside the ash tray.
Ooops, and there is some sperm inside the ash tray.
If Shawn could see the wide grin on his face, he would understand that he could swallow the whisky tumbler should he try to finish the drink off.
Shawn: “We finally managed to get the dress off and clean, didn`t we”
Sabrina stands in front of the mirror, and thoroughly combs her hair. She leans her head left and right, letting the hair float in all directions. Like made of silk it spreads out and follows the movement. The eyes are stuck on the mirror, hair … you are being watched.
No reply.
Shawn clears his throat. He speaks louder: “We finally managed to get the dress off and clean, didn`t we ?!”
Sabrina: ”I DID hear you!”
There definitely was a sound in tone. A bit harsher, a tad bit more direct, and lacking the light humor that infiltrated her talks before.
Sabrina: “You were a bit rough under the shower, that is by no chances good.”
Shawn, saying silently to himself: “IIII was rough ? IIIIIII was rough ???!!! I am happy I am still alive”
Sabrina: “There are red patches all over my … glutes. And to be precise: no … the dress did not get all clean. You … obviously didn’t realize that the color …
just under the belt … that was perfectly aligned with the insertions underneath …. faded.”
“You …. As a man” Shawn filled the empty gaps of the sentence, silently in his mind.
Sabrina lays her comb aside, takes a another look in the mirror, and then over her shoulder to Shawn. A smile flickers over her face. Her big eye lashes blink a few times, in between always looking for eye contact with Shawn. The eyes say what the lips couldn’t: “Thanks for a great night”.
Shawn looks back at Sabrina. Puzzled, but he could never be angry with THAT woman, too much she entered into his heart.
Sabrina, with a softer voice again: “You DID order the taxi, didn’t you ?”
Shawn: “Yes … ahhh .. yes sure I did.”
He thinks, and prepares for his next words, three four times.
Shawn, putting all his effort together: “I am not kicking you out, you know. You are ……. Very welcome to stay here overnight”
Sabrina: “That’s really sweet of you, but I have to rush off. I need to get out tomorrow early”
She clutches her handkerchief and hangs it over her shoulder. While she is walking towards the entrance door she holds still, and looks over her shoulder again. The smile, there it is again, even more intense than before. She kisses her hand and sends it over to the onlooking Shawn. Then she disappears.
Shawn lets his head fall backwards ….. what ….. a …. night. What a goddam brilliant and exciting night. The whole body hangs loose. The remote control of the CD player is just next to his hand. He grabs it, and hits the Play- Button. YES! Sade! Smoooooth operator !
-
Part 1: The instant lover. Wrap Up.
Demonika: "Well, well, well, you DID enjoy the story, didn’t you, stranger."
Phoebe: "Not a single word from you during the last hour, young man."
Demonika: "Don’t you want to take another sip of your drink. Its been a while"
Both are laughing.
Phoebe: "Yes, that is the story. The night when our mistress discovered her true and inner strength."
Demonika: "She simply was not the same anymore afterwards. All the shyness like …. washed away. Self confidence … galore. A beautiful young woman, mhm."
Phoebe: "Hmmmm … you are holding back bits and pieces. Not telling our new friend what happened afterwards."
Demonika: "I don’t want to bore you all too much, stranger .. wont I. "
Both together: "You DO want to hear more of Sabrina. "
Phoebe giggles: "o well then"
Demonika: "Its your choice young man, order your new round and open your ears. (talking extremely slowly): would you believe that …. Come closer I cannot shout here …. would you believe that Sabrina has a deep and dark side inside her. No? Well then …. make yourself comfortable, and listen to the next story ….. "
-
Just returning home from holidays I still carry the feeling inside me and somehow want to write it off my chest. I hope I can bring along the typical beach spirit and you all enjoy and get caught in it.
Style wise there is only one restriction: I intend to not describe muscles directly but instead of let other people or situations do the description. Hopefully, by the end of the story, you all get a picture of how the woman in charge actually LOOKS like.
Enjoy!
-
Meredith
by achilleus
Chapter One
The white painted door clutches,a sigh of relief escapes Branka and her husband, Mike. The road to the holiday destination was a nightmare proportions. Mike stands in the middle of the hotel apartment, a rucksack around his back, a large bag around his shoulders, a heavy suitcase in the other hand, a fotocamera around his neck, and a baseball cap loose on the backhead.
"Thats how I like you", Branka stands with her hands on the hips and observes Mike as he is motionless in the room, "working from head to toe for me, with your mouth shut". She shakes her head and looks at Mike from the tail of her eye. Her lips fold and she hangs her handbag around the only free place on Mikes body, the other shoulder, and then bursts out laughing. Mike drops all the stuff at once to the floor, and his wrinkles of pain sink into his face "I freak out if I do not get any refreshment right here and now". He goes immediately to the table at the wall, where the TV set stands at the usual place. In the usual apartment, in the usual holiday resort. Mike and Branka have been here last year, the year before, and the many years before, too. Nothing like a good old routine when it comes to going on holidays with the family. Just one thing missing: the usual remote control to the usual air condition.
"Branka I do not make a single move before the aircondition blows icecubes out of the tiny little slots in the wall". Mikes voice sounds firm, with a tiny bit of a tremolo, he clenches the fist and looks down in dispair. Branka steps closer, crouches so that she can look into his eyes from below. She slides her open hand over his cheecks "Toasty ... we are on holidays .... hmmm". She touches his cheeck one more time and kisses on his lips "Help me unpack the stuff, ok ?"
At that moment the door slams open and the two children storm in, screaming their lunges out. Little Tommy jumps onto the door to the terrace. Coverded in brown, wooden shutters, not really fashionable, instead of a tiny handle, a massive iron bar. Little Tommy hangs on to the bar, and swings left and right until the bar lowers, and the door opens up.
"Look at that Toasty .... , the beach ... the sea .... sailing boats". Mikes facial muscles relax, he whipes a few sandgrains out of his eyes. "Freaking hell ... and ... the beach bar is still there". Branka lays her right arm around Mikes hips ... "guess we will find a way ... " she makes a few circles with her hands, and shrugs the shoulders " to survive the next few days, what do you think" .. and turns her head to him, pressing her lips together, and lifting the eyebrows.
Refreshment for the eyes, thats what the look out of the apartment is. The couple watches as Sylvia chases after her older brother onto the terrace, screaming as if she wants to copy him in all behaviour. Still no refreshment in the air, and to make things worse the fridge is broken, too. But also the technical faults have tradition in this ressort. It is the sort of place that has come into its years. A flawless beach scenerie, no doubt, and thats what makes the regular guests come back again and again. Old, financially secure, couples, young families, a few trendsetters on the look for a place to hide from jetset life. Occasionally a few locals mingle in. The owners do not see much of a need to change things, people will come back anyway for the sake of being there.
Branka and Mike sweat and within a few minutes the shirts are soaking wet. The air is so thick that a knife can cut it in pieces, humid and heavily pressing on the body. Branka lifts Mikes shirt over his head and throws it to the floor. Then she lifts her own top and throws it on the floor, too. She wraps her arms around Mike and looks deep into his eyes. "Weeeeee ... get rid of our stuff, get dressed and then walk down to the restaurant at the beach, right" " Always that time pressure, we are on holidays, lets not forget that" Mike speaks with a grouchy voice, as he stands there in his shorts and in sports shoes. "But first of all we have a shower" Branka slaps on Mikes hint of a lordly belly. She touches his stomach as if she wanted to remind him that he used to be in good shape , back then. Branka and Mike used to be Handball players years ago. They played at top level and both had a body like greek god and greek goddess. Branka still keeps her good shape, Mike, however lost a bit over the years. Beer and Burger worked against what used to be an attraction to the opposite sex. "My brother .. you remember ... we meet him at the restaurant", Branka lays her head to the side and nods with each coming word "and .. his .. lovely ... wife". "Ivica and .... Loretta .... right. My goodness ... do we really have to do that". Although Mike has already pulled the sandgrains out of his eyes he gives another try. Branka ruffles Mikes already thinenning hair "The guys have their first holidays in ages, do not be a wet blanket." Branka continues "aaaaand, later on Betty will be joining us, too". Mike slaps his hand on his own forehead. "Did you really have to bring her with you, I mean .... that AND your brother AND his wife, come on ... " She gives him a short break for any more unqualified statements which she is not expecting anyway, for the sake of a short break." Come on, lets have a shower" "Ok, ok. Me first ... then you" " Toasty, Toasty .... " she presses her body against Mikes body, sweaty skin rubbing on sweaty skin. Brankas lips open for a wide smile, showing her immaculate teeth, as she takes pressure out of the situation and speaks slow and clear " We both together have the shower ...... to save time, you understand?" She drops her underwear, giggles and opens the door to the bathroom. Mike strips of his remaining clothes swiftly, and follows. The kids stand on the terrace, and gaze fascinated out onto the open sea.
-
Chapter Two
"Finished ?" The waitor removes the empty plates from the heavy wooden table . A few fishbones and salad leaves here and there "I take it you enjoyed the food ? " A rhetoric question which obviously should result in a good tip "If you need anything else .... ".
Around this massive table made of oak tree two wooden benches, evenly massive and rustic, right on the terrace in front of the restaurant. Instead of concrete floor the owners decided to leave the natural ground, which results in sometimes uneven tabletop. A few trivets here and there under the table leg is a simple solution to the problem. The place is under a bundle of trees, which makes it the only cool and relaxed place in the whole area at some times.
On the one side of the table are Mike and Branke with their kids, opposite to them Ivica, Brankas brother, and his wife, Loretta. Branka pulls a package of cigarettes and a lighter out of her small beach bag. She slaps the package against her hand until one cigerette sticks out. She grabs the cigarette, lights the fire, as suddenly a fresh breeze runs through the terrace area. Everybody tries to hold his own belongings on the table , Branka just waits until the breeze passes by and lights the cigerette at a new effort. Right to her are the kids, who, as the only on the table, are still eating. To be more precise: interacting with food. Branka watches Tommy, as he works hard on building a tower out of his french fries. Sylvia next to it tries to mimick her older brother and building a french fries tower, too, with less success.
Branka deeply inhales from the cigarette, and looks over to her brother and her sister in law. They both sit there in stylish beach outfit, both having their sunglasses sitting on their hairline. Ivica wears a silver Omega watch, Loretta a smaller version of it. Branka thinks by herself "why do I think they deserve each other" while she taps the ash off at the rim of an ash tray.
Loretta turns her head to the beach scenario, she starts to scan the whole area with her eyes, starting from the left: the forest in the background where the camping area starts, then the kids entertainment area, then the activity area with canoos to rent, the beach volleyball court, and a minigolf parcours. Then comes the long pier out to the open sea, with sailing boats tied to the pier, thetic moving on the ongoing tiny wave motions. Just next to it that tiny, mobile ice cream cart, always a rat tail of children around spending their pocket money for icecream and sweets. Then comes the wide open area for the sun whorshippers, rich grass and completely exposed to the weather from above, with a small coktail bar somewhere, a bit lost on the side of this area .The eyes keep gliding to the right, where the bungalow area begins, and then outwards to the open sea. A massive sailing boat is slowly floating by, with white sails bloated from the ongoing wind. A seagull sits on top of the sails and spreads its wings to fly into the air. Loretta follows the seagull in mind as it seemingly rises to the sun, and then comes toward the restaurant with poweful wing beats, flying over their heads to the massive entrance to the hotel.
Loretta makes a wide movement with her hand, as she wants to follow what she has just seen with her own eyes. She looks over to Branka: "You see ... it is the simplicity of this establishment that makes me feel great here. No stressed out people, no champagne bar, no Armani beachware shop. God do I love that for a change". She leans a bit froward, her jaws drop slightly , and blinks with one eye. An eye movement that is difficult to ignore, considering her long fake eyelashes. It should send a signal "Do you understand what I am saying ?". "Understood, because your fake eyelashes and fake fingernails and fake tits cost a fortune your regular holidays cost a fortune too and we poor begars can be happy to be here " thats what Branka is thinking, but what she is actually saying is " Honey, you got me .. thats why we are coming here over and over again. To hell with the boring jet set lifestyle, right Mike ?". She inhales a last time from the cigarrette and damps it in the ashtray.
Mike tries to catch a few sunrays slipping through the treetop, with closed eyes. "Mhm .... right, " and after a short break "Anything worthy happened during the last few days while you were here ?" "Worthy ? " repeats Ivica, who still plays with his expensive mobile phone. "Yes .. worth mentioning, any information, funny stories you know what I mean, something that could interest us" "Not really ... we are here for just a few days, spent most of the times on the beach, snorkeling ... not much to distract here ... like Loretta said" that Loretta, who looks out to the beach again. She then turns to Ivica in a quick movement and takes her sunglasses off "Yes ... something strange happened" she punches with her ellbow into his ribs "remember that woman we bumped into at the beach" She turns to Mike and Branka " So we bumped into this woman at the beach, and did not believe our eyes. She had ... how can I say ... lots of big muscles" "You exegerate honey, she was fit yes, but big muscles .. I dont know" " You cannot be very serious here, she was huuuuuge" She widens her finger as if she was holding a mellon in her hand and holds both hands in this position over various body parts and blowing up her cheecks at the same time" "No she was not and that is not even the important part of the whole story" says Ivica angrily "she is alone here, nobody knows who she is, and people are complaining." "What do you mean, tell your old sister ... by 'there were complaints'"."Complaints !!! " and further raising his voice "and people are damn right with it ... it is against the beach rules !!!" Mike in the meanwhile shakes his head and mumbles something into his non existing beard, while Branka looks buffled. " Loretta leans forward to further explain "there have been many complaints on the beach about her, people want her to be off, others request that women in general should cover themselves up in a Pareo when they are on the beach .. " "What?!!! " interrupts Branka " ... could somebody please get me bit further ... because a woman, who obvisouly trained her body " Mike interrupts silently " no training ... those people, especially the woman, just throw some pills in and then look like that" " Mike .. you should know better, its training, and it is her damn right to do so. Aaaaaand just because that woman walks over the beach in normal beachware showing that body that she just hapens to have, right ?... because of that I should cover my body up now, a body that i chose to train too, and now choose to give it a good rest. Whats going on guys, whats the deal ... please tell me thats a joke ?" Loretta leans forward "It is obscene for a woman to expose her muscularity. She should not possess it or she should cover it up " She does not look all too intelligent when she says that and blinks with her eye "You know how ricidously we looked at the beach as we were standing there. She ... all pumped up, like her muscles were about to burst out of the skin, and us next to it. You know what ... she looked stronger then Ivica .. he looked pathetic next to her" "Stop it !!!!! " Ivica throws his fist on the table "I do not want to talk about this matter anymore" .
In that moment little Sylvia bursts out crying. Tommy has covered her french fry tower in ketchup, still holding the large bottle with both hands over the plate. "My goodness ... come here little thing" Branka takes her daughter on the lap "you see what you guys are doing. Men !!!! there should be a warning on each of your foreheads" She cleans the ketchup from Sylvies hands and mouth. Branka looks around in dispair for somebody who understands how she feels inside, without any luck. "Guys ... I will take the kids to the beach, ok. Loretta ... are you coming with me?" Ivicas voice is still trembling and only slowly cooling down " I am sorry .. I dont know what got into me" expecting an answer from his sister that never came "You guys have been informed ... I am off to business for the next few days, just getting my stuff together" off to the golfcourse, that what runs through Brankas mind "You know Mike you can still join me if you wish", says Ivica. "Ahhhh ..." the moment were Mike still can join in the conversation again takes a while, he looks to his wife "Well you know ... I think I will just walk over to the beach bar and have a cool blonde one. " and after another break" You dont mind Branka, do you .. " She takes her daughter onto her arm, looks into her eyes "We will have a superb women-only-time at the beach .. " and speaking to her husband "you would be disturbing anyway. Right sweatheart ?" Sylvia chuckles and hugs her mummy. "Betty will be joining us, and, how knows , maybe we will meet the mysterious woman again and take a few pictures with her, before she gets kicked off that damn camp". A sentence that made Loretta chuckle, too.
The sun rises high into the sky and burns down at the peak strength of the day. Some people hide from the sun in the shadow under the trees, or the air conditioned apartments ... wherever there is a functioning aircondition. And some brave people head over to the activity area.
-
Our three friends meet on the beach for some chilled entertainment, while in the background turmoil breaks out.
Has it got to do with the mysterious woman? Does she look like Loretta explained, or is Ivicas description more accurate?
Enjoy the next chapter ....
-
Chapter three
A red plastic chair stands on the grass, covered by the shadow of a massive tree protecting from the brutal heat that penetrates the area in the peak hours of the day. On the table three champagne flutes filled with Prosecco, under the table three beach bags and a plastic bottle with frozen water in it, that begins to melt.
Loretta holds the Frisbee disc in her hand. "thats what I was talking about, a million great holiday things around here. Look at that great Yacht outside ... thats so uber chic. The beach bar, listen ... I love the noise." She throws the frisbee, the disc wiggles in the air and somehow makes it Branka. "And I love the absence of the noise of little kids running around and smash each others head. Just over there, behind the trees, its good enough". Branka throws the Frisbee, with a perfect twist and right into Betties hands. "ahhh I love childrens noise. I also love Sylvie and Tommy's activities. Shouldnt they be with the other kids?" She throws the disc, much too hard and much too high back to Branka. Branka has to stretch and jump to catch it "I would love to let them go if only I would be sure they come back safe, well you know better safe then sorry right (with an affermative voice so that Tommy and Sylvia in the background can hear it) so the kids stay here". Branka throws the disc that flies in an elegant straight line right into Lorettas hands "Gosh that turmoil in the background, can you hear that .. like yesterday" She quickly gets rid of that disc which wiggles and waggles all the way over to Betty and sinks down in front of her feet. Becky almost stumbles as she tries to catch it. " Girls .... it is sooo great to be with you here. A real womens holiday I did not have that in such a long time. It reminds me on the book 'the second summer of the sisterhood', one of my favourites from one of my most adored authors, how cool is that" She smiles and her cheeks get a bit reddish, which can be fairly easy noticed on her pale skin. It may be coming from the sun, or just a blush that rushes through her head. Betty reads books ... she reads books a lot, at home she has a whole room plastered with books from the floor to the ceiling. Malicious tongues say that is the reason why her long term partner split up with her. Other malicious tongues say that Branka invited her friend to holidays as she could not bear the though of Betty making holidays at home all alone.
So Betty keeps talking and talking about this book, ignoring the fact that Branka and Loretta have already turned around and silently watch the turmoil in the background. Betty throws the disc, much too hard and much too high. It flighs high over Lorettas head, in fast circulation forward over the activity area, where people are looking towards the kids' playing field, as if they are watching a ghost, further onwards to the childrens' playfield, where children stopped playing and watching in one direction, slowly sinking down over a group of people next to the beginning of the pier. One lifeguard, strong built and with a good tan, in red shorts and yellow shirt. An old couple in old fashioned bathing gear, him shouting around loud and flourishing with his one hand in anger, his wife holding the other arm. And one muscular, blond and attractive woman, who is the undisputed center of all attention.
The frisbee bounces from the muscular ladies shoulder, and reflects onto the old man. He further increases the voice, so that even the three ladies in the background can understand bits and pieces of it. "You see what she is doing ??!!!! She attacked me with this !!! " He takes the firsbee and shows it to the lifeguard. The lifeguard raises his voice, however Branka and her friends cannot understand it, as much as they try. The old mans face turns red and cables are coming out of his throat. "This is an outrage, it is obscene, there are kids playing here !!!" Neither of the people can cool him down in this moment " I want you to make her leave , now !!!! " He takes the frisbee, and breaks it over his knee. The lifeguard surely has no easy job in this moment. He orders the old couple in one direction, and the musculare Blonde into the other direction. She graps the broken firsbee out of the old mans hand, shrugs her shoulders and moves on.
"This is her ... I tell you ... this is the lady from yesterday. Believe me .. its her" Loretta has her fists on her hips and so does Branka "No shit .. that old man really got her into troubles. What a stubborn old furt!" "Look , she is heading our way .... can you hear that ... that jingle ... the same noise like yesterday." "Indeed, wich each step, I can hear it now too" "I mean ... how provocative is that .. it is like her saying .. look at me ... I am here !" Loretta crouches forward, looking around as whether she was looking for an answer on the ground. Branka stands still and watches" I am more impressed with her coolness, she walks over the beach and smiles as if nothing happened. And she is absolutely not the freak I imagend she is. She is ... beautiful."
The blond lady walks along the beach and attracts all kind of reactions. A bunch of wannabe trained young men shake their head and turn around with a throw-away-gesture. A family watches her with each step, until the mother holds her hand in front of her little sons eyes and turns him into the other direction. A man lies on the back and developes a massive errection while his eyes are glued to each movement of the musuclar girl. He does not even notice that his girlfriend is throwing abusive words at him. A million gazes here and there build up like a corridor, in which ms unkown gracefully walks through, with almost no significant emotions in her face. She sets one foot in front of the other, in a persistant rhythm, a rhythm that is slow enough to express confidence, and fast enough to express energy, accompanied by a jingle at each step on her right foot.
"Look at that ... she is turning into our alley .. she is heading our way !!! " Loretta graps Branks wrist and does not let it go. The chest of that woman lays the abs into a deep shadow, and makes Loretta wonder for a good while how the details of these abs look like. Loretta loves details. "Its good Lory, its all good ... you can leave my wrist now", a sentence that is simply ignored, and to make matters worth her long, fake eyelashes open up wide, so wide that the green pupil is completely surrrounded by the white eyeball. She suddenly realizes that she will need her both hands to carry on talking and starts making wild gestures with her open hands and spread fingers "That waist ... look at that tight waist. You have all that big block of meat up there shoulders and chest and so " then she makes two fists and pulls them towards her center of the body " and then suddenly this flat and hard belly like it is sucking in everything from the everywhere " "You find her blocky ? " Branka wants to know and looks closer "Block? I find it is everything else but a block. Looks more like a legion of puppies moving and bursting, pulling in and out and bouncing, moving and shaking" "Puppies ?" "The muscles .... the muscles I mean. And .. you mark my words ... respect to you young lady .. you make the movements really look hot! " Lorettas voice starts to fill with hot air pressing out of her mouth "The chest !!!! Like a muscle sticking out like an engine hood of a brand new Porsche car ..." She looks shocked, and Branka looks over to her in disbelieve for more to come" ... and underneath this must be mega falsies" Branka looks down to Lorettas evenly stacked breasts and a brief smile runs over her lips.
Loretta gets nervous and she graps Brankas wrist again. "She is coming closer to us. She is ... looking for troubles" "You think so? " jingle - step - jingle - step - jingle - step. The fake eyelashes pull even further apart and Lorettas jaws drop. Her lips form a shape as if she was just about to wait for an examination from the doc looking into the sore throat. And louder they come: jingle - step - jingle - step - jingle - step. Branka and Loretta make one single step back. And louder: jingle - step - jingle - step - jingle - step. Branka and Loretta make another step back. "Is this your frisbee?" The blond young lady from out of the nowehere hands over the two broken parts of the disc. Branka leans a bit backward and takes them with stretched out arms.
-
Chapter four
A moment of silence that seems to last for an eternity. Time to take a deep breath and sort out thoughts that are randomly running through the mind. Branka is in the unusual situation of searching for an appropriate answer. A mild wind runs through the alley and swirls upwards sand and dust. A wind that cools down emotions in that very moment.
Branka holds the two pieces of the frisbee in her hands, looks alternating to both of the broken pieces, and opts for the most simple and logical of all answers. "Yes indeed .... it is ours. What happened?" Branka looks into the woman’s face, always ready to defend and response, looking for little hints of aggression, anything that makes her act accordingly. Nothing .... quite on the contrary .. she looks friendly and relaxed.
"I am terribly sorry for that, not quite sure how this could happen. The disc was flying all the way in my direction and reflected onto another man who happened to stand next to me. For some reason he got very angry and broke the disc. I do apologize."
The woman is soaking wet all over, from the thick hair to the body. Obviously she just has been in the water, or it was sweat pouring down from skin. Or a mixture from both of it. Tommy and Sylvia have observed the moment for a while and slowly come forward and stand underneath the new joiner. Either sweat or water, whatever it is, drips on both of them.
Branka takes both children by their hands and pulls them back "Behave, kids". "The woman stands there completely relaxed "Let them, I like children around me. (And looking downward) you guys are fantastic, aren’t you." She strokes their heads as they come closer again. Branka looks at her again, the woman looks back. Branka notices how the face lifts a bit, the shiny skin, and the lips that always have a shine on them too. Branka starts to fall into the details of the face, the elegant line of the eyelashes, the classic arch of the eyebrows, and deep blue eyes. It is like looking into a waterfall right in the middle of magic land, that’s what she thinks. And she monitors the happiness around her children, while they are around this woman.
"And by the way … of course not, this can happen and … we are not talking about massive value here, are we?” Branka does relax and gets hold of the situation, and lays the broken parts of the disc onto the floor. “Well, where are my manners ... my name is Branka" she works up her courage to stretch her hand out to the woman opposite to her and smiles. It is the smile of politeness. Loretta still stands there with her mouth and her eyes wide open. Branka reaches over and pushes the jaws gently upwards so that Loretta’s mouth shuts. Her eyes remain wide open. "Hands, Lory !!!" Loretta reaches out her hand, does not say a word, and blinks with one eye. Branka as well as the stranger look a bit puzzled and both start laughing. "Anything else you want to say or ask, Lory ?!" "Is this bikini from Armani?" Branka slaps the palm of the hand onto her forehead. The stranger woman is still laughing "its ok, its ok. Indeed it is, tailor adjusted, as you can imagine. It is not easy for me to find the perfect outfit" "Awesome retro style, half the size and I take it". "Uhm ... " Branka cannot resist this next question "something more personal maybe Lory ?" "Is the necklace from Swarovski?" A small hand movement from the blond girl stops Branka from spitting more sarcasm onto her sister in law. "You have a good eye, Loretta. It is a rare piece that has been manufactured in Austria and then been given to me as gift. Watch .... " She touches the silver pendant to the necklace that rests flat on her pecs and slowly pulls it upwards. A second pendant moves out from between the depth of the chest muscles, eventually boobs as nobody so far could seriously tell where one ends and the other begins. The second pendant is round has the size of a hand palm, and is silver on the outside, and light blue in the middle. "You see, this is something that i personally added to it. It means a lot to me" She smiles.
Brankas eyes now start to widen too, as she looks at the size of the pendant that was hiding between the chest. She clears her throat "Uhm ... Betty ... maybe you want to say hello, too ?" "Hello!" All three girls turn left and right until they realize ... the voice was coming from behind the tree. "So Betty is your name?" The blond woman leans forward and talks a bit louder, so that Betty can better hear her. "Nice name .... by the way ... my name is Meredith" "Meredith ..... " Loretta thinks long "that is french ... isnt it?" " No, it is not .... " comes from behind the tree. "it is gaelic in fact. The original name is Mereddyd" Now Betty comes forward from behind the tree too "Many famous people carried this name. For example Meredith Baxter, the actress". She stands in front of the new guest, as if she wanted to salute, and stretches her hand out. "Wow .... I am impressed!" Branka watches Meredith’s eyes as they slowly get shiny and sparkly, something that immediately reflects in Betties face too. The woman’s cheekbones raise and pull a smile onto her lips, which is evenly reflected by Bettie’s bones. Betty rolls her eyes around to try to find something that she is comfortable with.
Branka clears her throat again. "Well you know ... Meredith ... I want to apologize, should we have gazed a tiny bit too much at your body. It is ... "she takes a break ... " it is no harm meant. It is just ... it is quite rare to see a woman with a body like yours" Loretta bursts out loud with her hands holding apart and the fingers stretched out "It is gi-gan-tic !!!!! " Meredith stands there with her hands on her hips and can’t help laughing. The pendant on the necklace comes out from between the pecs at each breath of the laugh and it takes a while until the woman gathers herself again. "Please .... it is ok, do not waste a single thought on that. You know ... I am used to it. I get stares and stupid comments all the time. It is refreshing to get some ... " she shrugs her shoulders " ... compliments at some time." "Has the trouble with the old man got to do something with it?" Meredith squeezes her lips and lifts the eyebrows. Branka gets the hint. "I knew it. Let me guess ... he started a moral preaching about how women should look and how women should behave ra ra ra ra" "You know, I am new here, and I really give a good effort to get along with people. But with some people it is everything else but easy."
Meredith’s voice is smooth and steady, something that eases the situation and spreads a feel-good-atmosphere and childlike curiosity. And something else spreads curiosity: the triangular bikini slowly moves up and down with every breath, so smooth that it puts everybody in hypnosis who watches it over a longer period. Loretta …. If she was not lost for words right here and now she could speak out what she was thinking: this is a special edition from the 2015 summer collection, a super solid fabric supported with stiff inlays and a triple folded halter straps, a bikini that is made to press a women’s bust together and up and sits extremely strong on the body. She tries to visualize the density and strength that is required to make the bikini move on the body, and gets red in the face.
Little Sylvia runs around Merediths legs over and over again. She looks up to the woman in blond. "Nahh, hows it going down there, princess" Sylvia chuckles and grabs and holds on to the calves. "Watch this sweetheart" Sylvia crouches and holds further on with a wide grip around the calves as they start bouncing. Sylvia moves up and down, she holds on tight to the leg as if she was riding a horse that buckles. She chuckles and falls into downright laughing. Tommy in the meanwhile placed himself in front of the other leg and starts punching. He punches on the clearly separated outer part of the quads. His fists look small on that muscles, and Meredith does not seem to feel anything at all. "Tommy !!!!!!!!! " "Let him, I don’t mind ..... " Meredith turns to the little aggressor at her leg "You’re a strong warrior aren’t you, punch harder" "Yes ... I ... I... do ... go away ... stupid flesh ... disappear!! " It seems to work, the muscle suddenly bounces and lifts up. Meredith takes both kids into her arms and looks at their faces. "You see son,” says Branka “you’re strong like mummy .... you punched so hard that the muscles shortened and thickened in agony". She winks at Meredith.
Whatever happens, this new woman seems to take everything with patience and dignity. A fact that relaxes the situation, and especially relaxes Betty, who starts to dig out one stupid idea after another. "Wait" she suddenly bursts out "I have another idea ... " She takes one of the flutes with prosecco and looks over to Meredith, who holds both children in her arms. "Go ahead , do it ... don’t be shy". Betty walks over to her and Meredith flexes her glutes. Betty places the glass at one of the glutes, something that works out fine as there is enough space for the bottom of the flute. The other two girls start to get excited as they would start betting whether the glass will hold or fall down. "Come on Betty, hold the other one". Betty looks around for somebody to give her permission, smiles, and then decides to do it. She lays her hand on the other part of the glutes, and suddenly feels the muscles bouncing and working underneath and shifting her hand up and down. The champagne flute on the other side stands still, not losing a single drop." Branka and Loretta keep talking, joking and laughing, while Betties teeth fletch in a wide grin as if she was trying to bite the head of the children just next to hear, and her face goes red like a tomato.
"You see? There is nothing to be ashamed of .... it’s my body and I am very proud of it" Little Sylvie and Tommy chuckle and the three ladies having a great time too "We got you ma’m, and my little kids too" Branka wipes a tear of laughter out of her eyes.
"Really??? O well … watch this now!" The three friends have already been hypnotized by steady movement of the bikini, but Meredith is about to put more extreme control and wild movement into it. Betty and Branka and Loretta watch in disbelieve the small shadow underneath the nipples on the white triangular bikini, as it, out of a sudden, moves up and down, almost like pulled on an invisible string, four, five inches. Just without the string, and without any significant movement in the rest of the body, apart from the chest. It is bouncing up and down like mad, and it is all coming from within.
Lorettas eyes bounce up and down too to follow that movement, Branka holds her thumb and finger into her mouth and whistles out as loud as she can. All the girls start laughing out loud. Supported by a bit of alcohol, that’s the kind of laugh that inflicts, the feel good laughter that raises into the air, twirls around and looks back down on a bunch of ladies who just met a short while ago and for their first time and start to enjoy the good atmosphere that builds up out of the nowhere.
-
hi,
i just started to read your story, seems interesting; but dialogs in a row are very hard to read imho.
-
Thanks for the feedback totocom.
I just red through it myself another time and I see what you mean. However, most of the dialogs in this story are in a context, so I am struggling a bit to strip them out in single lines. Maybe coloring will make it more readable?
Any ideas or lessons learned are most welcome.
-
Don't worry too much about that. I know what you mean, it's sometimes very hard to insert dialogs -at least for me- :)
maybe colors could help. I already used that trick ;)
-
Four girls scanning each other with words and shared looks, a catastrophy to happen, and a new layout to read better ... enjoy the next chapter!
-
Chapter 5
The seagull that has rested all the while on the place in front of the hotel spreads its wings and flies into the air. It flies back to the open sea where it originally came from. It flies higher and higher, over the restaurant, over the trees, and over four ladies who sit down below, opposite each other, and for a good while now. They do sit four-sided, always one facing another woman opposite to her.
Betty sits on the grass and looks at Branka opposite her. She has her knees up and the arms folded around the knees. The brown hair falling loose over her back, strapped to the head with a colorful headband.
Branka sits on the grass and looks at Betty opposite her. She has her knees up and her arms folded around the knees. The dark hair wild and curly, with a baseball cap sitting loose on the back of her head. Mrs Bossy is written on the cap.
Meredith sits left to Branka and right to Betty and looks at Loretta opposite to her. She has her knees up and gives a good effort to fold the arms around the knees. The back is crouched and she can barely touch her wrists. The thick blonde hair falls messy over her shoulders and lays bare details of her sculpted back to random intruders who, mostly, have no skills whatsoever to express their current emotions and burry them deep inside. An orange PVC cap sits tight on the head.
Loretta sits on the grass and looks at Meredith opposite to her. She has her knees up and her arms folded around the knees. The dark blonde bobby haircut sits perfectly fine but can barely be seen under the trendy Fedora hat with flower design.
The waiter comes around and asks if everything is fine or he should bring another round of Prosecco. Loretta keeps looking at Meredith, Branka is looking at Betty, and talking to Betty: “I would opt for another round, what do you say”, and as there is no answer keeps talking to Meredith “Is there anything in particular that you would prefer? You are invited of course.” Still no answer “Maybe something with low carbohydrates? Anything you want to eat maybe?” Branka is turning to the waiter “You know what, bring us a large jug of water with lemons, mint and lots of ice. This should be all right”, and looking at Meredith “I still have some energy bars in my bag, just help yourself if you want” The waiter is discreet: “With pleasure m’am”.
Meredith looks down on the floor and her lips are smooth and shiny and the corner of the mouth slides a tad bit up. She feels some effort for understanding, and she is grateful for that. Branka has her package of cigarette in her hand again. She slaps it a few times onto the back of her hand until a cigarette reaches out.
“Now tell, Betty, how are you satisfied with your apartment”.
”Brilliant, it is brilliant. Just a stone throw away from the central hotel apartments, in the forest, the temperature just right and great silence. I forgot the name of that area “she blushes “ ... there are imitations of art nouveau inlays on each of the houses balustrade.”
Meredith opens up her arms and leans backwards propping on her hands behind her back. A movement that makes her white triangular bikini well out so wide, that all three girls immediately roll their eyeballs in the same direction. Their thoughts are probably all the same “thanks for popping the ultra luxury megabust into our face. Its too dense to just ignore it” and “the halter strap is buried deep into your lats now. You better do not not flex them or that expensive thing is history”
But Meredith is used to adjust her powerful movements to the fashion she is wearing and puts a wide grin on her face. “Any green ornaments on the bottom of the roof? A Yukon palm tree just next to any stairs up to the first floor by any chance?”
Branka takes a drag from her cigarette and thinks by herself “bitch, we clearly see your excrescence of a superior chest, its all good”, while Betty nods with her head.
“Well then … we do live in the same part of the beach”.
“No way … which of the houses are you in?”
“The one with the orange painted door.”
“Really … that’s just two doors away from me” Betty slaps with her hand of her knees “and in between there is this weird family: the mature man and his wife … and that son”
“Tell me about it …. “ Meredith rolls around her eyes, the kind of eye movement that makes everybody ask “What ? ? ?”
“You know …. girls … I have my daily routine which is .. I must confess more fun than work. It keeps me “she nods with her head left and right “ in good motion. An ongoing repetition of what I will show on stage. “
“You are posing …. the word is posing“ Loretta leans forwards and blinks with one eye.
“Exactly … I practice my posing routine every day. So I stand there on my terrace and start flexing, trying to feel inside me for tiny little flaws, things that I can improve and suddenly see the neighbors son standing at the window”
“A peeping tom ?!”
Meredith eyelids fall, but there is always this mysterious perma-smile on her lips “Indeed .. he was watching me. So I looked over from the corner of my eye and see how the right shoulders keeps moving in rhythmical motion”
The three girls are amused … a lot … and they show.
“Sorry to say … “ Branka says …. And whipes a tear from her eye “but that’s a bit rude … playing with the feelings of a small boy”
"Oooo yes, the helpless 30 year old son all alone at home !!!”
Laughter all over the place “Jesus … that’s embarrassing .. how did you get out of this”
“I carried on with my posing, and suddenly turned to his direction. I made a big drama out of a double biceps pose, squeezing the muscles very hard out”
“And ? ? ? !!! “
“I see his head shaking like wild and then he disappears. From the period of time he stood there shaking his body I would guess he left a mess so big it will take a whole days work for a cleaning crew to get things done. I swear this guy is hanging at his window day and night to catch me posing, that’s all his whole holidays are about”.
Betty visualizes the smooth movements of the oiled up body, how the sunrays reflect on the round muscles, give them a bright gloss at their peak and lay the cuts between the muscles in a deep shadow. In front of her imaginary eye she sees the ongoing transformation of the gloss and shadow, completely exposed to the nighbours eyes. She keeps leaning forward and asking, no … she is rather trying to pull the answer out of Merediths nose
“did this ever happen to you at other occasions as well?”
“It is!” Short and sweet! Moments of disbelieve are in the air.
Branka takes another drag from the cigarette “With all due respect, lady, but I am told something different over and over again. Guys are intimidated by muscles on a woman, They think they are gay if the like it. I remember from the days I was doing sport, I got some rude remarks and was not even close to what you are looking today”
“Quite on the contrary … “ Meredith speaks silently, almost as if she was ashamed of saying this. “I get literally stalked day in and day out. On the social networks, and in reality” the eyes look at each of the girls, in all seriousness.
Branka speaks all the louder “Now listen to that !!! You just keep talking, lady !!!!”
“Mails, phone calls, rarely ever something directly on the streets. The emotions run deep in those guys …. Sometimes it feels as if I could touch them, control them”
“Who are these guys ? ? ? ? “
“Guys from everywhere, young ones, old ones, lots of successful guys, family fathers. I have one who wants to fly me into Russia and marry me.”
“No way “
“He is begging !!!! “
“Anything sexual too ?” Bettys questions in these moments are way less innocent than she looks.
Meredith shrugs her shoulders as if she wants to excuse for what she is going to reveal.
Branka cannot hold it back “What ??!”
“To give you an idea ….. “she leans backwards with her head, which makes the bikini stick out even further, and taps with the toes on the ground “I have heaps of hand written letters to my address with pictures inside”
“And ?”
“On that pictures the guys show me … how happy they are … metaphorically speaking”
Long silence! Only after a long while Branka interrupts the silence “You receive pictures of cum shots ? ? ?” The embarrassment is out, and so are the scruffy laughters. “You ever called the police ?!” Meredith has a dreamy look in her eyes “No !”
Branka looks left and right into the spoiled eyes of Betty and Loretta. “Try to look at it from this side” Meredith has a very serious look in her face now “these guys have deep emotions buried inside them, and they have no way to articulate it. This is their way to …. “she looks around “to show me their respect. And I deeply appreciate this”.
Another round of long silence. “Wheeew … I guess I need a strong drink now” Branka … says what others are thinking.
"Ok girls .... having said all that .... what about .. you ?" Meredith crouches forward and gives a good effort to fold her arms around her knees again "I have ... well I hope I have told a bit about me that was of some sort of interest. Tell me something about you that is special. Something that nobody else can. Surprise me"
"Fair enough" Branka snips her cigarette away. "You wanna start, Lory ?"
Loretta bites on her lips and thinks hard "Ok I know .... I can cite all dialogs of romeo and juliette from the shakespeare original"
Merediths eyes widen "Wow, thats impressive , how comes?"
"I was supporting stage actors during my times at university and always spoke with them the dress rehearsals"
"Ok Lory ... respect respect, we always listen and learn dont we. Well then what do I have to offer ..... I know ...... I can let a pint of beer run down my throat without a gulp. Just let it run through"
Meredith is clearly amused , she shakes her head "Dont you have to .... burp then ? ? ? "
Branka shrugs her shoulders and a long "eeeeeewwwwwwww" escapes Batty and Loretta "Dont you ever do that here !"
All eyes turn to Betty. "Uhm ..... I can tell good jokes"
"You are serious?"
"Of course, I am always serious about jokes!"
"But you dont want to right now ?" Betty smiles, and Branka slowly raises her hands to the side and covers her ears with them.
"All right here we go: What is the difference between men and women? A woman wants one man to satisfy her every need. A man wants every woman to satisfy his one need."
Branka and Loretta look into each others eyes, Meredith opens her lips and burts out laughter. Her body is shaking and puts the Bikini at an extreme test. "Its cute! Listen: A man and a woman started to have sex in the middle of a dark forest. After about 15 minutes of it, the man finally gets up and says, 'Damn, I wish I had a flashlight!'. The woman says, 'Me too, you've been eating grass for the past ten minutes!'"
Women can get into the mood when a certain social barrier falls, and so it happens here and now. Summer feeling pure, the moment that could last forever. Summer feeling that suddenly is interrupted by a loud cracking sound from the background. It is the mothers instinct that makes Branka turn around in the blink of an eye " Tommy !!!! Sylvia !!!!!!! " Hustle and bustle breaks out. All four girls run in panic to the playfield. The son and daughter have been playing there, on the large shute. A daring construction, a small wooden house with a solid iron ring around, and a long red shute attached to it. On top of the first platform there is a second platform where five kids are jumping around. The construction is held by four heavy wooden stilts. One of the stilts has clearly been manipulated, it starts to crack down in the middle. The whole construction slips and the kids hold on to any bar or rope in pure hectic and start screaming louder and louder. The kids feel how the heavy weight presses down on the stilts and they start to slowly bend. The tension in the stilts makes a noise, so loud it can be heard all over the beach.
Suddenly the movement stops, and the kids feel how they lightly move back up again. A force from below presses the whole platform a tiny bit back up. It is Meredith, who stands below the wooden house and dares to fight against the catostrophy, as the only person on the beach. Having the life of the kids on her mind she uses her own body to work against the whole construction, that pulls down with brutal force towards earth. Her face is red and her lips are spread completely apart gritting her teeth. The eyes are completely squeezed and laying the skin around them in deep wrinkles, cables are coming out her face and throat. She squeezes her hand into radom parts of the construction, and so hard against the tension that lays within the wooden parts that she gets a tight grip on it. She stands there for a minute or longer and feels desperate, as if she is going to be burried under a mountain of weight soon. Meredith breathes out, a few times and then shouts out loud. In a final effort she wins over gravity, an incredible force in her shoulders and back presses back up what was about to come down. The kids feel the floor moving underneath. Branka is hectic, she quickly attaches the shute to the platform and orders all kids to slide down on it. Merediths breathing starts into terrible moaning as her arms are about crack down. She waits until all kids are safe ... and lets go. The whole platform sinks in that very moment under a massive cracking noise.
Branka holds her children tight in her arms and cuddles them. In that moment a loud "Watch out !!!!!" comes from the background, and everybody moves away from the weak construction. All the massive tension in the wooden stilts and bars and floors starts to burst under a loud noise, and the massive weight crashes down on the floor. A massive cloud of dust and sand spreads over the area, and the groundfloor shakes for a few seconds so that people could feel it under the feet. Meredith breaks out in tears.
"That was close .... "Betty is white in her face. "How could this ever happen ?"
Meredith sobs and shakes for a good while. She then whipes the tears out of her eyes. Loretta slaps and cuddles the back of the strong woman with wide movements.
"Strong girl, you did well ... you did well !!!". and after a fair pause "It is those chicos, I am sure"
"? ? ? ? ?"
"The guys who come here every night when they are drunk. Then they test out their knifes on the playground, or practise karate kicks ... exactly against this wooden kiddy house on the platform. "
"The guys destroy a childrens playgournd ? ? !!!!"
"What can you do .... they are known, they are aggressive trouble makers. We placed offical complaints at the reception, several times, but nobody dares to step up and puts them into their place"
She points over to where the beach bar is. Meredith squeezes her eyelides to see better: four guys around the counter, one guy opposite. One of the guys shouts around loud, although she cannot exactly understand what he says. He is around the waitress, laughs, slaps her butt. She obviously runs away in disgust.
"It is hard to believe and hard to say, but my man is over there as well" The silence seems like a vacuum that sucks anger unnoticed into the surroundings "This will be a very long discussion this evening, my dear husband".
Nobody noticed that Meredith in the meanwhile has wrapped her large Pareo around her body and arms, almost like a poncho, and hangs the beach bag around her shoulders.
"Wait, hold on .... hoooo hooo .. where are you off to ?!" Branka puts down her children and looks into deep blue eyes
"I am off to the beach bar"
Branka holds her wrist "No way ... we will handle this properly, right ... Lory"
"My partner has connections, we will put pressure on the management to put a ban on those guys"
Meredith breaks away from Brankas grip and holds on to her beachbag "You do what you find appropriate, I handle this my way".
She looks very deep into Brankas eyes, and then turns around and walks in direction beach bar. Her pace is a tad bit faster this time, fading away with each step: jingle - pause - jingle -pause - jingle -pause.
"Watch out madame .... I am worried about you"
"I dont know Lory ... somehow I am more worried about the guys"
-
As the weather gets worse, so does the atmosphere. Meredith in the one corner, a couple of tough guys in the other corner. The bell rings !
-
Chapter 6
The beach bar is well rounded. Made of wood, painted in brown and white, with a thatched roof. Inside of the bar a great selection of alcohol and fresh fruits, a large fridge with an integrated ice cube maker, and a small radio hanging on a string from the roof, playing summer radio hits non stop and a pub bell just next to it. Around the bar a couple of bar stools for those guests, who want to remain for a while.
The bartender slams another beer mug onto the counter. It stands there on the alcohol soaked wooden underground, and Mike, who left wife and kids on the beach, ducks down to look at it up close from upfront: Fresh beer from the tap, golden color and with the perfect foam to top it all up. Tiny drops of water pearl off from the beer mug, the beach in the background, the sun on top of the sky burning down merciless. The smart bartender always puts the mug in the freezer, so whatever the heat outside, inside the glass it’s perfectly fine.
"Do you want to meditate over it, or drink it?" Jim’s voice is weak and throaty. He smokes a lot and is in bad overall health.
"Let me just visualize it at the best moment!" is Mike’s swift reply.
Bruce and Hank sit on the barstools between Mike and Jim. Bruce slams with the empty beer mug on the counter and yells out loud "barkeeper, I am dying ... get me another one!" Bruce has a small tattoo on his right shoulder and a golden chain around his neck. He wears black trunks and a white sleeveless shirt. His hands and fingers are rough from hard working His face looks red and swollen, from the excessive drinking over many years. When he shouts, the face turns completely red like it does so now.
"What about you big boy, beer for you? Or you want another Milk Shake ... Mr Olympia style ... with protein powder in it?"
Hank shrugs his shoulders "I am fine, still have something in my cup".
Hank is much stronger built then any of the other guys. He regularly works out in the gym and is proud of his body and shows at every occasion.
"Do you really have to wear that stupid elastic strap around your arm?" says a throaty voice from the background.
Bruce lays his arms around Hank and pulls him closer and shakes him a few times "Old man ... that’s something that he has earned ... you don’t know shit! Tell him about it ... "
Hank puts his protein shake down and wipes the foam from his mouth." There is not much to talk about it, it is something that you have to earn. The arm has be so big that the band sits tight on it, so as soon you can wear it you deserve it."
"Why blue?" Mike takes another sip from the beer mug.
"There are different colors. Blue is quite advanced. There are still silver and gold, which are bigger and very rare"
"There is my Hanky ... one tough guy" Bruce slaps on his chest a few times "the ladies get weak in their knees and wet in their pants when they see him" He turns around and shouts over to a teenage girl who randomly passes by "Hey lady ..... !!! I can see you have a shaved pussy!!! " He rolls his tongue around his open mouth so that she can see it. Laughter breaks out between the guys. Mike shakes his head.
"What’s with you Murad, you never speak with us, just reading your newspaper .... don’t you like us anymore ? ?!!!" comes out of a mouth in a red face.
Murad makes a hand gesture from the place on the opposite side. He keeps leaning with his head over the newspaper that is on the counter. His arms are covered in tattoos all over. Not the sort of tattoo that you get in the fashion mall: an anchor on the forearm, runes and signs, a few female names, and one heart on the shoulder. His hair is black and messy hanging into his face. He has a five a clock shadow and a fat scar over the left eye.
"All right buddy ... you just keep on reading!".
A cloud appears on the sky and brings a hint of fresh air. In the background is the noise of the beach, a steady sound all through the day coming from waves, seagulls, kids screaming and music playing. Mike feels how the beer settles in and just gets caught by this sound, it is like massage for the soul. The rushing sea, the birds, jingle - step - jingle - step - jingle - step. What was that ... the rhythmical sound sinks in and somewhat disturbs the perfect scenario.
"Now freaking look at thaaaaaaat" Bruce gives Mike and Hank a slap on their chest. "Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No ... it is superman with a blond wig and fake tits"
Jingle - step - jingle - step louder and louder. Jim looks over to where the noise is coming from, squeezes his eyes, and a drop of sweat is on his forehead. Meredith arrives at the bar. Close to the counter, with a bit of the distance either to Murad on the left, and the four guys to the right. She places the beach bag on the stool just next to her. Hank looks over to her body up and down, left and right ... . The body underneath the Pareo sticks out to all directions and is heavily filled. He looks down to his own body, shoves his chest forward and widens his shoulders as if he was about to go onstage. Bruce looks puzzled: either the amount of alcohol he consumed today starts to kick in, or it is the woman on the opposite side that makes him wonder, or it is both together. He speaks in a loud and clear voice and pronounces each word on its own
"Nice weather we are having today, m'am"
"The temperature is indeed fine, but the humidity does not really agree with me" She clutches the beach bag "and I have the guts feeling it does not agree with others as well" She screws up her eyes and looks into the round: That must be Mike, with the beer mug in his hand. Just the way Branka described him. The guy next to him must be the idiot who harasses innocent girls. Presumably he's the one who demolished the children’s playground. The guy next to him looks physically fit, but not all too bright, obviously they are friends. Meredith’s look briefly touches Jim at the end of the line and then scrolls all the way back to other side of the bar scanning the estranged Murad all over.
Meredith knows this type of situation quite well because she has been in it over and over again. A delicate situation, some need for controversy, and her being the only one to step in and seeking clarification. The emotions are running high in her and tons of actions are waiting to be released from body and lips. What usually happens then is the execution of a fix pattern: She makes a sally, a fight breaks out, often verbally, more often physically, and there is no limit in intensity for this woman if she has a purpose. The inglorious outcome: Those people she is trying to protect accuse her: of her lack of empathy, she might have endangered others. Today is a different day: Meredith does not want to experience the same frustration again, she needs a different way to deal with the situation.
"You do not really like to talk to us lady" Bruce spreads out his arms and wiggles on his hips looking left and right with a wide grin. "Anything in particular you want to .... discuuuusss with us ? ? !! "
His hand and bemused face keep moving all the time. Meredith’s pupils expand and narrow a few times, looking at Bruce and Hank and suddenly gets an appetite for a feminine, smart controversy.
"Let me see ... I had this very interesting tour in town watching the arts of expressionists. But presumably you are not really interested in expressionism. "
She shrugs her shoulders and pulls forward her chin, with hanging eyelids. Her one hand is on the counter and she tips with the fingernails on it.
"Any drinks for you too?" The bartender looks over the shoulder to the guys, and then to Meredith again. Meredith interrupts her finger tipping and waves with her hand, while the palm of the hand never leaves the counter. Inside she quivers with emotion, at the look of the guys who nearly caused damage to Branka’s children, but she only lets out what she decides to let out, and at this moment her face looks without any emotion, just her fingers tip all the time.
"Of course we could also talk about physical attributes, strength, and courage .... but that would qualify only for one of you then, at least a tiny little bit.” Bruce stretches his throat out and wiggles with his head and speaks with a funny voice
"She surely must mean me"
"Surely" Hank hisses at him.
"The blue band, the one on your upper arm" Hank looks at it "Yes exactly this one. Respect! You have earned it" Meredith gives him the thumbs up. "I have one, too ... but mine has unfortunately become too small, wait .. I show you".
She opens her bag again and digs deep in it, and suddenly has an elastic band in her hand
"It’s a golden one" comes from a throaty voice "didn’t you say that’s the largest?"
"Here, try it on" Meredith throws the band over to Hank.
Hank looks hasty left and right "No sorry .. I can’t do that" [/color]
"Come on Hank .. it comes from all sides now ... show her it fits you too."
Hank gives a try and pulls it up the arm. It does not hold and slips down again.
Jim wants to know "Can you do it better ma'm ? Its easy to dig out a band"
"You do not believe me, right."
She gets up from the bar stool and comes over right in the middle of the group. "Well you know ... I wanted to spare you the embarrassment, but as you insist on it. Give it to me .... "
With a small arm movement she pulls back the Pareo over her shoulders, it starts to slip and falls down on the ground. Mike spits the beer out to the ground, he suddenly realizes who this woman is. Bruce is silent for a good while. Hank is probably the only one who understands what he is looking at. He knows the hard work that is required to build up even the tiniest bit of muscle, and he knows how the confidence grows with every gained inch. He looks at her body from the corner of the eye, he looks at the muscles that she has completely exposed for everybody to see now.
Meredith enjoys the moment of surprise, and she keeps boasting about here luxury body. In that moment she is desperately looking for eye contact with Hank, but he does not look back and keeps staring at the bar with a stiff neck. Meredith straps the golden band onto her upper arm right where the shoulder begins and puts her elbow onto the counter, right in front of Hanks eyes. Hanks heart starts to race, up to his throat. Meredith starts slowly bending her arm, making the golden band cut into the skin. She further bends the arm, and the stiff elastic band starts to expand. She takes deep satisfaction out of showing off the magnitude of the brutal strength in her biceps. Hanks heart is bumping wild in his head now, while the band further and further expands, until the fabric starts to tear open at one side. Hank has no other chance but looking how Meredith’s biceps makes the golden band rip apart. Snip, and gone it is. This is the woman’s golden moment: she digs out all the seductive tricks that she has in her bag, plays with her eyes and smile to provoke any kind of reaction in Hank. She lays the tossed apart golden band around his neck.
In that moment Bruce slams his fists on the bar counter "You don’t make a fool out of my friend!!!!"
The tactic works: it is not her who starts the fight this time, Bruce does. His face is redder than red. He jumps off his bar stool and makes a quick movement towards Meredith. Hectic breaks out
"Don’t, Bruce!!!!"
Mike and Hank both hold him back and push him backwards. More and more clouds move into the sky, even dark clouds here and there. Meredith enjoys the moment, she has the guys where she wants to have them and starts playing her game. Her voice is softer, almost erotic al in a sudden.
"Bruce, Bruce you are a tough man", she makes one step forward, and another one and squeezes herself into the crowd that just built up in front of her. She uses her body to move Mike and Hank to the side and presses herself against Bruce’s body. He has foam in front of his mouth, and his look drills deep into Meredith’s eyes. "Let his arms go ... it is ok" Meredith reflects the aggression in his look with her eyes, but her lips indicates she is in control of that moment. Bruce feels how Meredith lays her right arm around his waist, and softly pulls his body forward. He also feels how the dense bust is pressing his upper body back at the same time, something that brings him out of balance and almost makes him slip. She lays her head to the side and puts a wide grin on, showing her teeth.
"I am sure we can become good friends, don’t you think ..."
With her other hand she grabs Bruce’s free hand, and lays it on her bust. She puts her own hand on top of it and moves around his hand all over the bust. Over the big inlays, the huge pectorals, the nipples, the bikini ropes, she lets him feel everything. Her voice increases in strength and she starts to talk like to little children who have done something wrong
"You see ... this is much better. Instead of stalking young, immature girls and day dreaming about sexual encounters a grown up woman like me can give you so much more than you would ever expect. Enjoy it!"
Bruce is almost glued to Meredith in his moment, and has no control over his hand making wide circular movements over the breasts. There is still aggression in his moaning, but pure pleasure mingles in ... more and more. There is confusion in his eyes, there is aggression in his eyes, and there is raw lust in his eyes.
He suddenly struggles and tries to break free. Meredith lets him go, looks at him as he stands there crouched over the counter, and chuckles. Jim clears his throat a few times and giggles, too "You have a boner, Bruce."
The mobbed one stands there crouched forward, as the fat boner causes pain in his pants, and feels how his aggression flows back in. He makes a terrible grimace with his face, takes an empty bottle from behind the bar, breathes heavily and smashes it over the edge of the wooden plank. In that moment Murad in the background closes his newspaper, gets up from his chair and walks over to the group. He pulls a knife out of his beach shorts and opens it up. Hank builds himself up and gets into position.
Meredith’s voice is now loud and clear "Ho ho ho ... gentleman, please we don’t want that right"
"Ahhhh are we suddenly scared ...... pussycat. You wished you have never touched me huuuu. You will get hurt now. "
"You think so? Well then .. lets think this through one by one. First of all you will try to stab me in my back, because you have done that many times before right. As I am practiced in knife defense I will be quicker and break your arm. Then I will be taking your bottle off, which will not cost me much of an effort, and shove it right into your tiny butt. And finally a fight between me and Hanky Panky will break out which does not worry me all too much. But what does worry me is the security guards that will be storming in then and kicking us off the camp, something that neither of us is really looking for, right. So be smart, lay the knife down, and lay the bottle down".
Here is the new Meredith: not only driven by emotions and good cause, but the will to finalize and succeed.
Murad takes the knife, turns it around and rams it into the wooden plank on the bar. He spits on the ground. Bruce still holds on to the broken bottle and hisses at Meredith
"So what are we going to do now ? ? !!!"
"We will ..... " she takes a long pause "settle this like adults. In what we call at the gym a 'game of honor'"
"A what ? ? ?!!! "
"It is a challenge that requires, bravery, muscular strength, and pain resistance. Hank ... you know it , right."
The sky is now completely coated with dark clouds, and the first thunderclaps settle in.
"What’s the prize, what’s in it" Jim has its bright moments, not very often, but now is one of them.
"If you guys win, I take you up to my apartment, and you will receive sexual pleasure like you have never experienced in your life before. All of you."
The stakes are out, and dirty laughter mingles into the aggression of the fellows.
"And if I win, you guys will leave the beach and never come back again". A minute of silence. Bruce spits on the floor, lays the broken bottle to the side, and waves his head over to Meredith
"Deal! Lets do this shit".
Meredith turns to Mike and looks into his eyes. She soon realizes that this is no place for him to stay. "A storm is coming up. You rather move over to your family and take care of them". Mike gets the hint pretty quick, this is no place for him to stay. He throws the money for the beers on the counter, and leaves.
-
And if there is only one person readin I am very glad to continue. ::)
Feel free to give feedback if you like, good or bad (constructive criticism that is), I always appreciate.
-
Chapter 7
Blood draw. Well sort of, at least for one of the two contenders involved. The belt is the same that is used as blood arrest at the blood draw: ugly blue color, and completely stiff and inelastic. The heaven knows where Jim was pulling this armband forward, but it is the main tool for this game of bravery.
Hank straps the belt over the arm and pulls it tight and closes the clip. Like he would be doing for preparing a blood draw. Just that the belt does not completely squeeze into the skin, it just sits tight. Apart from that another small difference: the belt is wrapped around both arms, Meredith's and Bruces's, as they are standing side to side, shoulder to shoulder.
The wind gets stiff and fresh, and thunder and lightening start to penetrate the sky. For some reason the bad weather spreads over the sea only. The wind blows through the corridors that are building up at the beach, and spins hats and towels around, but the dark clouds remain out on top of the open water.
Bruce takes his time to explain, his voice fights against the noise of the windy weather: "Here are the rules: the band is wrapped around both arms, which means you have limited space. It is just enough for your both relaxed arms. As soon as one of you starts to flex the biceps, it will consume more space. The total amount of space is a static value, which means that the opponent will have a limited amount of space. The belt will cut into his arms. The first one who gives up under the pain of the pressing belt loses, the other person wins." Jim has a look on his face as he has just heard the last few sentences of quantum theory. "Are you guys having any questions?" Meredith and Bruce stand next to each other in tense silence. Bruce is a bit taller than Meredith, so his shoulder is bit above hers.
Hank leans over to Bruce and whispers at him: "You do never lose your tension in your arms, you hear me, - never - let – go -. Fight against the pressure whatever it takes!"
Bruce starts to shout out very loud "You don’t fucking talk to me like a little kid I can handle that with ease my friend "
His eyes are burning, strains of hair spin in the wind. More and more people who happen to sit just next to the bar on the beach pack their stuff and move a bit away. They settle down in safe distance again and look back in fear. The bartender keeps talking and talking: about the beach rules, the clients he is afraid to loose, the security guards. He is not heard anymore in this turmoil and the bad weather. Jim sticks a cigarette in his mouth, his 20th for today. He only sees what he wants to see: Bruce is a man, and Bruce has all the aggressive movements on his side. And he sees a great sex adventure coming up. What he does ignore is the fact that Bruce’s body and muscularity, as rough guy he might be, looks absolutely ridiculous compered to Meredith’s body, a prodigy of discipline and hard work. Hank could join in and support him, and they would still look inferior to the woman on the opposite side.
Meredith shakes off tension in her quads and free arm. Her solid body, her heavy hair do not move in the storm. It does appear as if she is the eye of the thunder:
"I am still not sure whether this is a good idea, you should be in there Hanky. I am afraid Bruce will have to masturbate left handed in the future if he insists to play the game."
Bruce freaks out and shouts from deep inside his body like a child that is losing control "Start this bloody shit, will you!"
His head is redder then red and the red color goes down over his shoulder and chest, as he pulls forward and back with his arm. Meredith follows only very smooth Bruce’s aggressive movements, she raises her arm into a starting position and he follows now. What a relief for a change, she thinks, to be in the defensive position and wait and react. Heavy rainfall starts over the open sea. The heavy wind swirls around Merediths body in circles.
"Ok guys you’re in position" says Hank "Ready? Go!!!!!!!!!!"
Bruce immediately clenches the fist with his coarse fingers and starts to elbow and flex his arm. The brawny biceps start to pop out and claim some of the limited space inside the belt. Meredith’s eyebrows are high up, and the wonderful eyelashes stretch down the large eyelids. Squinty she monitors how the armband slowly cuts into the muscle meat of her relaxed upper arm. She can feel it but it does not hurt. Meredith remains like that for a while and does not even notice the struggle of her counterpart.
"Is this it?" her voice is silent, soft, but increases with each word "Is this it? Is this the reason why I come around all the way. A puny guy with absolutely no skills no strength and no way to impress me, is this all you have on offer?" The last few words she shouts out so loud that a few drops spit out of her mouth with it.
Her pupils are small like needles now and red veins run through her eyeballs and she starts to speak through her fletched teeth while her traps pull down the corner of her mouth.
"Now watch this you poor excuse of a human being, this is how the game is plaid."
For the first time of the day Bruce’s mouth keeps shut. Meredith detects fear in his eyes. She starts to get tense in her arms and spread-out-fingers and slowly begins to bend the forearm. Bruce can feel how she starts to consume more and more of the space and the band presses against his upper arm. His fist is still clenched, but the rest of his arm loses control. His forearms shake uncontrollable and his shoulders start to slip below Meredith’s shoulder. More and more space is consumed, and Bruce can feel how Meredith’s expending biceps presses against his arm, and the belt cuts in deeper and deeper from the other side. Panic runs through the body! The only way to release the pain is to relax the arm, which will make it softer and smaller. The very thing that Hank told him not to do. Some space is released, but Meredith gains it back quick, she flexes her arm further and the belt cuts deeper into his meat, just without any tension to resist. Bruce feels how the belt cuts down all the way to his bones. He has a buzzing sound in his ears and the vision starts to fade away. He realizes only flashlights of what is going on around him, and he can feel only a massive pain in his arm. His feet keep slipping to the side as he struggles to stay up and almost hangs on Meredith’s arms. Only the loud yelling of his torturer and an ongoing fresh breeze of wind keeps him alert.
Suddenly Bruce feels relieve on his arm. Meredith’s arm gets smooth. He sinks down on his knees and his opponent squats down to give him a break. Bruce hackles as if he wanted to suck up all the oxygen from environment and bursts into whining. These options appear in his head: he can try one more time and fight back. Given the pain in his arm an option that terrifies him and makes him shiver while it runs down his spine. He would love to run away. But he can’t, he is still strapped together with the arm of Ms Strong-Like-An-Ox. The most reasonable option in this moment, to give up and excuse, does not exist in Bruce’s head. It is simply not there. Bruce knows how to treat women, not how to be treated. He has done some laughing AT, stalking AFTER and even raping OF, but to be instructed BY a woman is something he looks at with childlike anxiety.
Hank stands in the background, kicks into the ground and seems to talk to himself. He looks worried. Jim seems to be frozen: his eyes are wide up, gaze at the scenario, and the cigarette sticks in his mouth, although it is already burnt down to a long stick of ash. Murad observes with great interest.
Thunder and lightning, thunder and lightning. “Get up again!!!” Meredith gives a new effort and pulls Bruce up just with her one playing arm. “Do you give up now my dear friend ? ? !! Do you give up ? ? ? !!!!!” For the first time in this game she clenches her fist, ready to put in everything in it she has got. All the power and tension starts to propgate from the clenched fist over the whole arm and puts it into warrior mode. Everything looks grim on her now, the arm, the posture, the look in her eyes.
Bruce is still trapped in no-option-land. And so it happens how it always does happen when we are with the back against the wall and no rational solution is at hand: from the depth of the body an instinct arises. And this instinct sends a warning out to Bruce: he suddenly has a vision that he cannot control. It is just there. Bruce sees fractions of what is going to happen in a few moments: he visualizes how a brutal force is going to be released within her arms. He sees pressure overload expending the biceps at bending the forearms, making the belt cut into his arm again. He sees his bones cracking.
Time for a change. These words are easy in structure, but they mean a change in life for Bruce "I give up!". Never had he said anything like that before to a woman. He has heard it. He has ignored it. But he has never said it. He sinks down on his knees and his fists. Hank rushes over and releases the pressure band. "Are you ok buddy ? ? ? !!!" Jim sits in the background, in the same position he does for the last ten minutes. The cold cigarette filter sticks in his mouth, the ash has fallen off minutes ago. Only his eyes are a tad bit wider than before.
"Gimme the band !"
Hank hastily strips off his blue muscle band and throws it over to Meredith. Meredith takes the band and uses it to make a braid with her thick long hair. IN a steady and round movement she sweeps over her forehead and pulls back the hair a bit further.
"Not that band ... the other one".
Hank asks no questions and gives the other band to her as well. In the macho way of thinking the game is over. Meredith has proven something and she will leave and celebrate. But this woman is not after victory, she has a purpose. And no solution is at hand yet.
Meredith steps over Bruces crouched upper body, with the belt in her hand. She dismisses the idea of him being a serious opponent. And the final result has still not been achieved, the guys are still hanging around at the bar area, eventually ready to leave, but still present. The final message has to be crystal clear.
Matchpoint: Meredith wraps the pressure belt around Bruces neck, and drags him all the way from the bar area to the open beach. Over the rough ground the shirt shredders in pieces, and the trunks rub off his body. There she towers over him, broad based, looking down on the man on the ground. She gathers herselve for the last sentences to come. The white, triangular Bikini moves in wavelike motion, from the heavy breathing. Before each sentence the white bikini will stretch apart from the expending chest. And each sentence will start with "You". And every time the word is announced the chest is going to tighten and pull the triangular bikini inwards, while the expanding back puts the halters to an extreme test:
"YOU have put the life of innocent children at risk. YOU are the reason why honest people avoid this bar. YOU have offended women for absolutely no reason. YOU are going to leave. NOW."
When the speech is finished, exactly at the last word, Bruce jumps up and runs as fast away as the feet carry him. The fact that he is almost stripped naked does not bother him anymore, he wants to leave the place at all cost. With a few seconds squeezed in between, Hank follows. Not the same panic movements, but very fast. Murad stands there, shakes his head ... and shouts over to Meredith:
"I leave at free will. You have not beat me yet".
He throws his apartment key over the knife, that still sticks on the counter. He leaves slowly and looks over the shoulder to Meredith.
From the childrens playground to the apartment area. If there was anybody on the wide field who has not noticed the turmoil yet, now he has. Merediths final sentences spread like a shockwave over the whole area. Everybody saw Bruce running. The bartender sticks his head out of the beach bar again: he cannot believe that its over. He rings the pub bell over his head and shouts out loud: "The beach bar is open again".
The fight is over, the dark sky draws back, and a few sunrays come out again. Everywhere people get up and come over to the bar. Cheerful laughter. Dogs barking. Children screaming. Meredith mingles in and goes back to the bar.
Here come Loretta and Betty: they fall around Merediths back and neck and into downright laughing and talking. A few steps behind Mike and Branka and their kids. Branka comes closer to the girly tower. She does not join in the hugging, but she is looking for eye contact with Meredith.
"And I thought ... you are coming here to have a word with the guys."
"Well, I did have a words with the guys, didnt I ?" The tied together blone hair shakes left and right.
"You even risked your beautiful face, Meredith. Look at your eye".
The muscular woman digs deep in her handbag to get the makeup mirror out. She notices a tiny scar over her right eye, gets her makeup out, the brush, and takes all the time in her world to get it in good order again.
"Thanks for that supergirl, in the name of the whole family".
Loretta links arms with Meredith and looks at her and puts on her most welcoming smile: "We are going to town tomorrow evening" she nods and smiles over to Branka "having something to eat and then dive into the night life. Do you want to join us?" But Meredith does not listen at that moment. She is too busy to get her beautiful appearance back in line again. And she thouroughly performs this task.
-
:bravo: :cool2: Really excellent ! Chilleus, I loved the ending too.