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The holiday.
I have always loved the beach. There is always a cool breeze blowing
from the ocean to help to compensate for the hot sun overhead. Inland it
is just hot, hot, hot. But here is a delight.
There are the smells of the bush and the birds chirping away.
Kookaburras laughing in the nearby forest.
To be quite precise I have been camping in a tent in a camppark here. It
is so much closer to the environment than a holiday house ever could be.
And of course there are the girls. Lots of them. Of all ages. Young
little girls. Teenagers in the first flush of their beauty. Young women
perhaps with a baby in tow.
Mature ladies that have lost none of their feminine charms.
Even older women who have long since passed their peak and yet who still
walk tall with the pride that comes from years of admiring glances.
And all of them in scanty clothing or swimwear.
It is an absolute paradise on earth for any red blooded male that happens
to still be breathing.
So here I am enjoying it all and simply soaking up the atmosphere.
In the water I use a body board to catch the waves. Then rush out again
to feel the thrill of the rise as a wave just starts to lift me. Then
the sudden headlong fall as the water disappears in front.
The exhilaration of the swoosh through the breaking foam. It splatters
all around and over me as the water becomes shallower.
I notice a few ladies looking at me with what appears to be envy.
I may not be the greatest hunk in the business. But I keep the body I
have in good shape. I am reasonably fit so to continuous rush out into
the crashing surf doesn't wear me out. I can keep at it for as long as I
wish.
But many others do not even have the stamina to tackle these waves even
once. Let alone keep going over and over. Of course they can have other
limitations. Some are so busy looking after their little ones that they
don't have the freedom that I have. They have duties.
Or they have husbands who demand regular attention from them. Men who
simply want the admiring OOH's and AAh's from their wife. Not
competition.
So wife dutifully submerges her own aspirations to keep her partner
happy.
I have often admired this in women. They seem to have the poor end of
the deal yet somehow they seem happy at the same time. The happiness
that comes from knowing how they enhance and improve the lives of
everyone they love. All their family around them.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like. At the same time I think with
horror about the prison that they find themselves in. "Thank God I was
born a man," I think as I head out for yet another ride in.
I notice one of the women there. I don't know why. She wasn't a lot
different from any of the others. Yes, she was wearing a hot pink halter
neck bikini but on a beach that wasn't so odd.
She had somewhat full breasts which, I confess, I do enjoy. Not those
scrawny beanpoles that have nothing to hold or enjoy. They moved under
the top just the smallest amount as each wave came in and knocked her
back slightly.
She didn't seem to have any partner there. Not in the water nor on the
beach. I wondered if she was here on her own. Perhaps she might like
some company for a bit?
"No", I say to myself. "Don't make a fool of yourself.". "If she is on
her own it is because she wants to be. Leave her alone"
So I forget about it and get back to the water. Yet just somehow there
was something. I don't know what. I found myself thinking about her and
imagining what it might be like to simply have her as a friend. Someone
to talk to at the camp barbeque.
It can get pretty lonely in a crowd when you are there on your own.
And in any case with all these females around, yet none of them know me
from a bar of soap.
I feel acutely on my own sometimes. But that is my fault. I chose to be
here. Maybe I would have been much better off by a creek in the
mountains. I would have all the pleasures of the bush and the water
without the continuous torment of all these women. So close yet a
lifetime away.
"Stop it..Enjoy what you have you fool" I think. And yet......
When finally I leave the water I am getting a bit cold. Now you know
what that does to a part of ones anatomy. Especially when it first
starts to get a bit warm. I am embarrassed by it. I try to hold the
body board in front of me so that I can make it out of the water and up
the beach without offending anyone.
Again I think " Women can display themselves proudly." "They wear these
miniscule tops and hardly there bottoms and no one thinks badly of them"
" In fact men feel grateful for what they are offered" " Us poor saps go
around trying to hide our bits." " The world sees us as somehow
obscene.. just for being born a male." "What is wrong with this world."
Then I spot the woman again. She is there apparently struggling with one
of those silly beach shelters. " Hey, could you please give me a bit of
a hand," she calls.
Now I would normally be the first to offer a hand to anyone in distress,
man or woman. But under the circumstances I was rooted to the spot. I
would have to drop the board to help and then I would really be on
display.
And quite close enough for this lady to see everything I had too. I felt
completely ashamed. Not sure what I should do. "If only I had a towel
on the beach," I thought. But it would be quite improper of me to not
offer a hand. I hoped she wouldn't notice. Or at least if she did that
she wouldn't take offense.
"What is the problem" as if I didn't know. But you have to start
somewhere.
"Its these silly quick erect shelters" she tells me. "They are quick to
erect all right. But it is a bugger of a job to get them back to their
original size again."
Look, call me a dirty minded individual if you like but somehow I
imagined that she wasn't talking about the shelter. This did nothing to
help my predicament either. I blushed.
"It is only the way you go about it. There is a bit of a knack. Once
you get past the first bit the rest just seems to all fall into place
quite naturally. "See?"
I showed her that first critical bend. Then one more twist and the whole
tent was flat. Deflated and easy to put away in the bag.
"Now I think you should try it too". I unfolded it again and let her
have a go. But no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get that first
fold right.
"Ok. We can do it together. Nice and slowly" I stood behind her and
took her arms in mine and guided them.
At the same time my mind was approaching total melt down. Here I was in
the lightest of Speedos just cm away from this lady. I already had quite
a bulge and now I was holding her against me as I tried to demonstrate
the tent. I had to concentrate on the task at hand but it was extremely
hard to keep my mind on the job. I hoped she hadn't noticed.
Fat chance.
But at least I managed to get her to get the tent in the bag.
She tried it again on her own. Just to prove she could.
"That is amazing" she said. "So simple once you know how" "But you
wouldn't guess how many times I have struggled with it." " Often I have
just given up and carried the whole thing back as is. Until some kind
person lends me a hand." " None of them have ever taken the time to show
me how to do it myself though." " I think they like being the big man
and leaving me helpless. But you are quite different." "Why did you
take all that extra time just for me?"
I tried to tell her that it wasn't really just for her. I would have
done the same for anyone... really... You don't believe me do you? But
it is true. However no harm in letting her feel special. After all it
costs me nothing.
"I am sorry miss," I replied "I had noticed you earlier when I was out
swimming." " I suppose I was hoping something would happen so that I
could get to meet you." " I certainly didn't mean any harm" " I hope I
haven't offended you".
She looked me up and down. And laughed. Not a cruel laugh but a friendly
happy one.
"You are so sweet." "Why on earth would you imagine a woman would be
offended that you go that extra mile for them" and with that she kissed
me gently on the cheek.
Again I blushed rather visibly.
She said " I hope you don't think I am being too forward this time but is
it possible that you would like to see a bit more of me?"
I tried to form words to answer the question but I just couldn't seem to
get any of them past my voice box. The vision of "seeing a bit more of
her" conjured up slightly different images from those that I had
previously had. Not that the bikini covered too much yet the idea of
more... I told you that I was a living breathing male didn't I?
"That would be wonderful." I eventually managed to get out. " But there
are a lot of people here. How will I ever manage to find you again.
Once more the laugh. "Don't be silly" "I had no intention of letting you
go so soon without getting to know at least a bit about you" "Why don't
you come back with me to my van for a bit of a drink"
"I would love to know more about you"
At least with all this banter I had finally managed to get myself a bit
decent. I had been a bit worried about having to sit on the beach, cold,
and with no towel just waiting for it all to go away.
So far everything was going like a dream. A while ago I was here alone.
Dreaming of finding at least someone to talk to. Now here is this rather
hot looking lady. Not only is she right there within reaching ( and
perving) distance. She had managed to avoid making me embarrassed
earlier and now is offering to give me a bit of quiet time alone. What
a wonderful world.
Up the cliff path and through the park to her van. Clean the sand off
from the feet and inside.
Once there it was a bit dark. We had just come from the bright sunlight
and now it was only the filtered light through the windows.
But still my eyes kept coming back to those breasts. It was as if there
was some type of magnet in them that just kept my eyes attracted.
I hoped she hadn't noticed but of course that was impossible.
She brought in a couple of cool drinks and I drained the glass in one
gulp. The salt from the water had dehydrated me and I needed to
rehydrate.
"Steady on there tiger," she said" that wasn't a soft drink"
"Sorry again." " I was thirsty and I just thought....."
"Don't worry about it" "No harm done". "I will get you a soft drink
now"
And with that she went across to the refrigerator. I hadn't had the
opportunity before but that backside undulated like you wouldn't believe.
All in that rather minimal bikini. I was starting to wonder if my being
here was a good idea. What if I started to lose control and made a fool
of myself?
But no time for those thoughts. She was back with a big glass of a cool
refreshing drink.
I accepted it gratefully.
Once more she opened the conversation " I know that you have been looking
at me." " I watched you on the beach" " and please, I am more than a bit
flattered." "Most men only look at the young skinny ones. Not at women
like me".
Trying to keep my Mr Cool image I responded. " I don't know what sort of
people you have met but I just can't imagine that." " Have you had a
look at yourself in a mirror lately". "Believe me if you could see
yourself through my eyes you would have a completely different view of it
all."
There was just some sort of flicker in her eyes. Only for a moment but
something was different about her face.
Perhaps it was just the compliment .
"Do you really find me THAT attractive" she asked me. "This isn't just
about being polite is it?" " would you really want MORE of me".
"You had better believe it" was my immediate response. " what man
wouldn't?"
"There have been more than you might imagine," she said. "Not everyone
can appreciate what I have to offer". " I told you before that I sensed
something special about you".
" Those other men are fools." " I want it all" " I want whatever you
are prepared to offer me"
"In fact I can say that I want as much of you as I can get".
Perhaps I could have chosen my words better in hindsight but hindsight is
a wonderful thing.
Once more she broke the silence. " Do you really mean that you want to
have me. Now. Here. In this caravan."
"You want to be able to take off this top of mine and feel everything
that is inside it?"
"Well... er... ummm", I found myself completely caught off guard. Here
she was virtually throwing herself at me and I was having troubles
keeping up. Not that I didn't want her of course.
Far from it. But how do you respond to a question like that? What is
the correct etiquette when a woman seems to be propositioning you?
She broke into my thoughts," I didn't mean to be so abrupt. Perhaps I
should take a cold shower and let it pass". " There is nothing to stop
as going to the barbeque later." " Can you forget it please?"
"Forget it?" in my brain.."FORGET IT" There was no way I was going to be
able to forget this. Not for a long , long time. And if I passed up the
opportunity I was going to kick myself until I was black and blue from
one end to the other.
"No,no" " I didn't mean that at all, " I would love to have the
opportunity to take off that top and enjoy what is inside it. And those
beautiful bottoms too." " I have been admiring them for some time and I
just can't imagine how delightful it would be to see the whole
magnificent package."
Again there was that gleam in her eyes. "Then that is exactly what shall
happen" " But first let me get you one of my special drinks" With that
she left me and went to the kitchen area and started to prepare
something.
I knew it wasn't just straight from a bottle because she opened a few
different cupboards taking a bit from here and a bit from there.
Finally she brought two drinks back. They were small and a bluish
colour. I took a sip. This was nectar. I don't know how she did it but
the flavours were unbelievable. Like nothing I have ever tasted before.
It must have had some alcohol in it because it gave a warmish glow down
my throat as I swallowed."
With each sip the flavours intensified. I rolled it around on the back
palette and sniffed it. I pushed it up and down on my tongue savouring
every single drop of it. When the glass was drained I even resorted to
licking the inside of the glass to get to the last possible drops of it.
" now that drink was really something" " A once in a lifetime
experience" I said.
"You could market that and make a fortune" "With the money just imagine
the new life you could make for yourself."
She laughed again. But what was it that I didn't like? This wasn't
quite the happy reassuring laugh I had heard on the beach. It was more
like the laugh used by a villain in a melodrama. A bit sinister and
over the top. All in the one long breath.
" Yes, I think that a new life would be great. But you know that money
just can't buy it"
I admitted that.
"Sometimes the things you need are simply beyond price... beyond the
reach of money"
Once more I knew that she was right.
" But now, the moment we have both been waiting for"
I knew that I had been waiting for it but I hadn't expected her to be
quite so extroverted about it. But I wasn't in any position to start and
argument.
She reached up behind her back and undid the straps. I don't know how. I
can't get my hands behind my back like that. Then up to the neck and
undo that too.
She held it in place for a moment while I simply died with the
anticipation, then in one swift movement it was off and discarded.
My head was spinning like crazy. It wasn't the first time I had seen a
females breasts before but it may as well have been. It must have been
the drink. These seemed so magnificent. Better than anything I had ever
known. They were full and rounded with just a bit of sag. Enough to
make me realize that they would give a nice weight in my hands.
She turned around slowly on the spot keeping my gaze absolutely fixed on
that body.
I couldn't wait. I just HAD to have them.
More than anything I had ever wanted I wanted to get my hands on these.
I stood up. Through my befuddled brain I thought I heard her say
something.." and so you shall. Now and forever" Whatever that meant.
I was dizzy and palpitating. The room was moving. I was gone... Or was
I?
Gradually I recovered my balance. " I must move a bit more slowly given
what I have already been drinking" " " I feel quite disoriented" But
with only two drinks.
Then I heard it. A laugh. Yes, I know that she had laughed before. But
this wasn't her laugh.
It was mine. Yet I hadn't opened my mouth.
"This drink is pretty strong stuff" I was thinking. Next time I need a
smaller glass. A pity.
"There won't be a next time sweetie" I heard myself say. Once more I
hadn't opened my mouth but I heard it. Honestly.
"Why don't you just sit down for a while and get your balance back." A
distinctly male voice said that and I felt some hands help push me down
onto the sofa.
But what was that? As I sat, something pulled at my chest. Just a
little. But something was there.
I opened my eyes and looked down.
I couldn't believe what I saw.
He paraphrased me " I would love to have the opportunity to take off
that top and enjoy what is inside it. And those beautiful bottoms too."
"wasn't that what you said?"
"I heard you admit that you wanted to see a bit more of me"
"And you admitted to me that you really wanted a bit more of me" "You'd
better believeit" " Wasn't that exactly what you said?"
I started to open my mouth but the sounds were not mine. "But I didn't
mean....."
"Nevertheless you said it" " No matter what you meant."
"I have been a witch. Trapped here until I could find someone else to
take over this life.
You drank my potion and now this life is yours. And, of course, your
life is now mine. To do with as I will. Goodbye and good luck"
With that he was out the door and off.
I wanted to follow but I had nothing on my breasts. I was scared of
being seen like this.
Now where was that bra top.
She had thrown it away somewhere. Where. Minutes passed as I hunted.
Finally there is was behind the sofa.
I picked it up and tied it behind my neck. " Oh shit .. Now how do
I........"
But strangely my arms reached up easily behind my back and did it in a
nice bow.
"What on earth......" But I had no time for wondering. Not yet.
Perhaps later. First I had to find myself and convince him that he had
made a mistake. That I wasn't the right person to take.
Maybe my life was not good enough.
I had to try.
So I opened the door. There was a sea of people outside. All lined up
for the annual billy cart race.
Somewhere amongst all these people I would be standing, watching.
But as I looked at face after face I realized that I had no memories of
who I was.
I only had memories of who SHE was or who I now was.
Nothing. Not a glimmer of recognition. I was panicking now. If I
couldn't recognize him now just minutes after the transformation how
could I ever expect to know him tomorrow.
I walked around and around for ages. Depondency was setting in.
I simply couldn't see any sign of him. Not anywhere. But perhaps on the
beach.
I went back to the caravan... Funny I could remember exactly where IT
was. I tried to remember where he was camping... or even IF he was
camping. But nothing. Not a memory. Not a hint.
I got out the beach shelter and wandered down to the beach.
There weren't so many people here. Out on the water I saw some guy on a
body board.
I noticed him out there. I don't know why. She wasn't a lot different
from any of the others. Yes, he was reasonably well toned with a good
tan but on a beach that wasn't so odd.
He had somewhat well developed muscles which, I confess, I was enjoying.
Not those scrawny beanpoles that have nothing to hold or enjoy. The
muscles flexed with each movement out there in the water as each wave
knocked him back with a solid thump that I could even hear from where I
was.
He didn't seem to have any partner there. Not in the water nor on the
beach. I wondered if he was here on his own. Perhaps he might like some
female company for a bit?
"Half his luck" I thought to myself.
"I wish I had the energy and stamina to do that."
He was actually pretty good at it. Out he went and carved up wave after
wave. Up high as the wave broke and then whoosh down the face of it.
Shooting through the white water and the spray after the wave had broken.
Then up again and straight back into it. He seemed almost tireless.
Finally he had to admit defeat from the cold water and started to make
his way out from the water.
I saw him look my way then hesitate. He actually stopped dead in the
water. Then somewhat sheepishly he took the board and moved it in front
of his body.
I kid you not. He actually came out from the water clutching onto that
board as if it was the only thing between him and complete nakendness.
I laughed to myself. Men are such fools sometimes. Do they think we
don't know about all that?
Are all women just creatures from outer space.
As he came closer I could see the outline of each muscle.. glinting with
beads of water. Shining in the later afternoon sun.
It did have a significant effect on me. I shifted on my bikini bottom a
bit uncomfortably. It is lucky that he couldn't know what I was feeling.
I realized sadly that I would probably never see my old self again. He
could be anywhere by now. And of course once he has left the camp park I
would be most unlikely to ever even be near him again.
I wondered where he was right now. Perhaps he was somewhere in the camp
park day dreaming about me. I certainly hoped so. I hoped that he would
regret leaving this body and all that it meant.
He could come back, admit his mistake and all would be back to normal
again. I would even happily forgive him. I know what curiosity is like.
I imagined meeting him and going through all those little games that one
does when one wishes to say something but dare not.
As he passed by I thought to myself " At least he taught me one thing.
I now know how to fold up this blasted shelter and don't have to
embarrass myself by asking for help from the first man that comes past."
With that the man was gone and I went back to reading a book.
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