Message-ID: <47101asstr$1079464204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: by_jane@literotica.org (jane) X-Original-Message-ID: <80045de.0403141631.47840890@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2004 00:31:25 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 14 Mar 2004 16:31:25 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 29/94 by jane Lines: 282 Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2004 14:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, dennyw, hoisingr Author: jane Title: Glimpses 29/94 Summary: Anna loses track of time and finds herself in tepid waters. Keywords: none Length: 1691 words Copyright: c. 2004 *10 March 1997, Monday part two* _mai said her breasts turned "tawny" ... she told me tinas freckled; then they burned ... tina boasted bolder acts: a walk along the beach past all the tourists, bosoms swaying in a rhythm with each step ... then standing in the ocean, half-exposed, the salty water buoying them, the grasp and pull of surf ... and frequenting the hotel pool and even at the bar without their tops ... she said they giggled constantly ..._ _mai told me all the details of that afternoon ... how tina slowly, arms across her chest, rolled over on her back to face the sun ... she told me how shed straightened tinas arms ... how shed hung on tinas whispered story of their horny family pet ... how the lotion spilled just as the dog had licked the slippery place on which a teenage tina showed it ... mai helped me see it ... not just the words, but blocked the movements, showed me how she reached behind her own bikini top, released the clasp, and shrugged it off to keep her promise ..._ _tina told me of the visitor ... the tallish, awkward woman whod stopped and simply stared ... tina glimpsed her from the corner of her eye while reading mais sweet kinky entry in their "trip together" journal ... cancun ..._ *§* _Day three._ Anna drew a crooked Roman numeral in sand with her big toe. Rum and Cola whispered in her brain. _Free booze. Free food. Free sun. It's like a dream, too good to spoil with marking time like I was still at school. Day three. Just let the tide erase it. Self-cleaning boards. Hurrah! The line of clouds that marks off the horizon. Like cotton stapled to a turquoise hall display. Just drift with them. Relax. Andrew would've said it differently: Fuck, who cares! I'm giddy._ "Fuck," she mentioned to a Royal Palm in passing. Then without a thought, she touched her wrist to check the time. _Reality._ "Fuck time," she said aloud and slipped the catch to let it slide across her wrist, plop softly on the beach. _So easy. Good-bye, Time. I'm rich._ She arched her foot and pawed the sand to cover it. _Don't be late for classes now._ She grinned. The ocean spread its heartbeat at her feet. Aimlessly she walked between the rows of browning bodies, hair flipping red against her still pale neck and shoulders. She might have waded in the surf, half-hid in heaving sea and let it have its way with her. She might have, if she hadn't found herself in front of two young women, sitting on a dull green blanket. _Topless. Don't stare, mother always warned me._ One, the blonde, applied a cream along the shoulders of the other, Asian. Anna couldn't help but stare. Oily fingers fell onto the large brown areolae and smeared across both nipples. _Please. Let me dream._ Frozen, brazenly she stared. _A dream with doorways. A place in which to enter. Please._ Her fingers felt the damp spaghetti strap that lifted her propriety, shaped her virtue, protected Anna's modesty. A husband and a daughter lay waiting at the pool, might wander by, might suddenly appear from Manitoba to crush the fantasy and make her face turn red. The lovers murmured, words hidden in the wind. _What if ... A thought. A private little dream. No harm to anyone. They're so in love. Laughing. Bubbles in a warm cerveza rising into foam. I have to move. Don't stare, Mother always warned me. Get a grip. Be discrete. Avert my eyes politely. Suppress the gasp that fills my throat. Good God! Her nipples are erect._ "Mom," a thin, young voice beside her. "Oh!" Anna jumped. "Hi, Sweetheart. I'm coming now. Have you been having fun?" _Manoeuvre Penny so her back is to the couple. Not to censor nudity, but keep those two in view._ "Mom?" A whine betrayed her argument. "Can I go swimming after supper? With someone." "You can go with me, Hun." _Lotion. Lovingly along a flowered thong._ "I found a friend. She said she'd meet me after supper. Can I go?" "How nice." Sweat wet her inner thigh. _How far is too far here? What sets the limits? Could a finger disappear beneath the suit? Would hotel cops appear? Dream me naked, on the sand, kneeling on their towel. With them. Oh my._ "She's got this splash ball. It's like a shark. A Beanie Baby, kind of. A splash ball? Mom? She's fun. Dad was there. Can I go swimming after supper?" "Not by yourself." Anna checked the redness of her daughter's skin. "You need more sunscreen, Sweetie?" "You could come." "Swimming?" Anna spoke into the sky above the women. "After supper? Sure, Sweetheart. We'll have a swim. Just us." "No. Summer, too." "It's spring you know. Of course, it feels like summer here." "Her _name_ is Summer, Mom. She's coming too." "Lovely, Sweetheart." Her fingers balled into a secret fist. Anna forced her head to turn, her feet to move. "Let's go now, Pen." She hugged her daughter's bony shoulders, then turned her toward the pool. *§* Dressed for dinner, joined to Andrew by the rope of Penny's arms, Anna wandered toward the dining room. She placed each step with care, dizzy from the rum, lost in fantasy. _Completely naked on a mid-day beach. Head up. Warm breeze. I can feel it touch my privates. Feel it on my chest. Go ahead and leer._ "Señora? Señor?" They were welcomed by a costumed señorita with a tray of frothy pink in long-stemmed crystal. Andrew accepted one and smiled. "Fucking _all inclusive._ This is great," he murmured as his eyes fell down inside the hostess' peasant blouse. _Cut so low it seems superfluous. He loves it. Strawberry daiquiri. It's like a poem. A garnish for the cleavage. Supper? What did I eat? Free wine, for certain. A second glass. Or third?_ She'd floated on her husband's succinct summary of life: _fucking all inclusive. What a clever turn of phrase!_ Her daughter interrupted. "There's lots of time, sweetheart. I remembered." "When can we go?" "Just let me finish this." "Summer might be waiting." "You can't rush summer, Pen." "My friend!" "I'm teasing, sweetie. Let's try to find that pool." _Summer. A dip. Then sleep. Perchance to dream, Mother always quoted. A señorita serving drinks along the beach. The blouse undone; a stain of pink that needed licking. Mind the children for an hour. Then a private sleep._ "Come on, Mom. Let's go." *§* The pool was dark except for stars and underwater lights. Anna floated on her back in bath-warm water listening to the gleeful screams of Penny and her new-found friend. Anna counted stars. _Wonder how a person might get lost here. Just disappear while on vacation. I could hide behind a tree like kids at recess. Just till la policía quit searching. Andrew would be livid. He'd huff and puff himself into a frenzy. I could teach or something. They're always short of math. Hell, I'd go pick fruit. I'd start all over._ "Mom!" Penny. "Get the ball, Mom! Quick!" Now Summer shouted, "Mine!" _Sounds older._ Anna would have warned them it was time to go, but when she checked her wrist, she found her watch was gone, then remembered she had lost it. Resigned, she rolled into a crawl toward the fluff of grey. "I'll get it." Frantic to be first, the children dove to win the race. Anna had the shorter distance. She beat them easily. "Here. Who wants it?" Summer surfaced closest. Penny yards behind, calling for her mom to help. Summer's eyes met Anna's. They shocked her with their candour, gypsy eyes that charmed her, held her while this Summer thrust and lunged to steal the ball from Anna's hand. "Play with us. Please?" she gurgled privately. The beginnings of a bosom heaved against a skimpy two-piece. _Couldn't help but notice, could I?_ "Throw it here!" was Penny's order. Anna hid the toy behind her back. _The boldness of those eyes! They just command you. Everything about her is assertive._ Then without so much as blinking, Summer switched to guile. "Please. Play with us." "Just for a bit, I guess." _A mom without a wristwatch has no power._ "Play what?" The tikki bar stood closed. Except for them the pool was empty; the only person on the deck was Summer's mother absorbed completely in a paperback. Summer brought a finger to her chin. _She's coy._ Her free hand fishtailed in the water, threatening another try to steal the toy from Anna. "Keep-Away?" "Catch," chimed Penny. "I'd be in the middle," Anna bribed her almost-ten year- old. She brushed past Summer pushing into waist high water, closing off debate. "Come on, Penny! Let's!" Squeals and shrieks erupted. The children threw themselves across the water with abandon, whipping up a chop that sometimes spilled across the concrete deck. Anna fought to learn the rules that shaped the conflict, tried to pair the older girl to Penny, tried to make things perfect. Anna marvelled at the secrets Summer held behind those eyes that seemed too old for Penny's friendship. Anna tried to clear her mind and found the situation more complex than she'd expected in the salt-sweet evening air. Summer named herself protagonist. She starred. She played too rough with Penny, used height and strength to gain advantages a friend might not pursue. She played coquette with Anna. She guarded with abandon, disarmed her with a compliment. She dove beneath the water at the older woman's legs and strove to trap an arm or block a throw, and in the process brushed a finger on her skin, touched the cloth of Anna's suit. _Innocent enough. She's laughing, giggling. It's harmless. God, she has charisma._ Suddenly, a stern, clear voice slapped out across the pool, "Summer! It's time. Now." An outstretched towel demanded that they leave. Anna coloured. _Innocent. Not a thing improper. I didn't touch._ As Summer climbed, still dripping, to her mother's terrycloth embrace, Anna stood beside her daughter, watching, playing Mom. She prompted Penny's hesitant goodbye and wondered if her dreams were written on her face. This story cannot be reposted or published without the author's permission. 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