Speaking of heavenly bodies. Vyolet opened her eyes slowly, letting them adjust again to the bright light of the wicked sun. The blur faded away, the hazy water being replaced by the figure of a lovely woman moving gracefully towards her lounger. Vyolet smiled, she had seen this same woman several times since her arrival. Most recently, at the resort bar last night. Always alone.
"Hi." The girl moved her fingers along one arm, almost in a submissive posture, but her movements along the beach showed a deeper confidence.
"Hello again." Vyolet kept her smile soft.
"Again?" The girl feigned ignorance which made Vyolet chuckle.
"You don't really blend in, and I've seen you here and there around the beach." Vyolet shifted up onto her elbows made no attempts to hide her roaming eyes.
"Yeah. You stand out too." The girl smiled back, knowing she had been caught.
"Well come sit. It would be impolite not to invite my own stalker not to sit with me." Vyolet shimmied a bit over, but not enough to give ample space.
"Stalker?" The girl grinned but didn't refuse the seat. Their bodies brushed each other a little at first, but then the girl realized Vyolet was not giving up any more room and she settled to laying more against the buxom beauty. Vyolet felt the smooth skin against her own and trembled just a bit. The scent of her hair filled her senses just as her mind began to work the girl's appearance.
Her nails, short like Vyolet's, her bikini, fashionable, comfortable, versitile. A few well concealed scars that peek from the material or barely visible under the disguise of make up. Her hair, cared for, but not too much, a woman on the go... perhaps travelling a lot.
Vyolet looked the girl in the eyes and saw the same scan going over her body. The girl's fingertips lightly tracing across a small line from a puncture wound in her belly. Was that coincidence, or had she noticed the way Vyolet had tried to conceal it. Vyolet wasn't sure, but she fought the way her muscles wanted to tense.
"I am sorry... I forgot to introduce myself... I'm Mar..."
"Shhhhhh... M will do." Vyolet pushed her fingers against the woman's lips to silence her. She didn't want to have any information from her other than what she could learn on her own. There was a growing feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she tended to listen to it before all else. "You can call me Vy."
M's fingers brush along Vyolet's stomach, then up, between her breasts to her neck. Vyolet felt her body wanting to tense, but instead she relaxed her muscles and let the woman explore. She traced Vyolet's lips with a light fingertip then moved along the line of her jaw.
"So what do you do for a living?" M's eyes followed her fingers lazily.
"I work freelance. Where and when I want." Vyolet smiled and turned a bit towards M. "That way, I stay in control of my life."
"Oh.. so you are a lady of control?" M grinned and gripped the back of Vyolet's neck, pulling her into a deep, sudden kiss. Their lips met, and Vyolet moved to grip M's hip. Her mind raced in thought, kissing M back if only to give her time to think.
Vyolet had come to this spot in the resort because it was secluded and private. She had been there hours without seeing another person before M showed up. Last night at the bar, the night before at the restaurant. Was she being followed? Was this really a stalker or was it something more? Vyolet took a breath and let her fingertips learn more. She closed her eyes to the sites and her ears to the soft moaning of the woman as her fingers moved across her skin.
That is all it took. That soft exploration of M's body. Two more scars along her back, one circular and one clearly a puncture. Vyolet slowly softened the kiss until the two parted their lips.
"Wheew.. where did that come from?" Vyolet rested back and fanned herself playfully.
"Oh.. something I wanted since the moment I saw you." M grinned and reached over, picking up a small bottle of sun screen. "Want me to help you out?"
"You first." Grabbing the bottle from the beauty, Vyolet moved to the back of the lounger, giving her room to settle in front of her. The lotion was cool in her hands as she warmed it, her eyes roaming the woman's curves. Such a pity.
Vyolet's hands moved along the soft, pale skin. Feeling her muscles tensing under her touch. That was the last bit of proof Vyolet needed of her decision as she moved up and around the woman's neck. He fingers wrapped around M's neck, squeezing tight. M's hands moved to grip Vyolet's wrists, struggling to break free. With trained skill, Vyolet's legs come up and wrapped around the woman's body before she could stand, trapping her there. M clawed at her flesh, tried to gouge at Vyolet's eyes, the fight to live, intense as with all living creatures.
Vyolet held tight until the struggle began to slow. The life of the beautiful woman fading even as the sun first touched the waves of the water. Both tragedy and beauty.
Story by: mystermitch resident
Photos by: mystermitch resident
Furniture used: ::WS:: Summer Set