The Beach
By
Jayne E
The Moonlight was beautiful as she turned into the Coastal road. It was closing in on Midnight and the sands of the beach looked grey and vague. The calm sea looked mirrored beneath the Lunar spotlight and this seemed to enhance its serenity. She glanced ahead and saw the beach bend around a tight Cove of rocks. But she didn’t intend going to the Cove, not tonight. Her destination was here and she parked the Lexus neatly in the deserted Car Park. She killed the engine but left the lights on. She leaned back and sighed, glancing at the clock on the luxurious facia. It was Midnight.
Maddy Connor was 40 years of age and was an attractive woman. She was around 5’ 5” and had been a successful lawyer before getting married and giving her career up to raise her two children. And up until recently, her marriage had been solid, perfect. It had been a marriage built upon honesty and sharing interests and good times. She considered her Husband, Rick, to be her truest soul-mate and she would never have ever faltered his love for her. And she was certain, that he had been as faithful to her as she had always been to him. And their fifteen years together had been a testimony of their loyalty as many of their friends’ marriages had long floundered to affairs and money issues or simply that people just didn’t want to be tied down anymore. For her, Rick had been ideal, considerate, and consummate: a perfect Husband.
That is until recently.
Two months ago, a young couple moved into the apartments down the road from them. The boyfriend, Joe, had worked at her husband’s office as a Graphic Designer. She was a Schoolteacher of pre-school age. Her name was Melissa, and she was a 25 year old woman that had just completed her Teacher’s Certificate. And of course, they had recently been invited to their Barbecue. The two couples had got on fine but eventually something didn’t seem right. Maddy had come home early to find Melissa snooping about looking for her husband. When questioned, she just made some excuse and left. This went on a few times, until tempers began to fray and this led to a private confrontation between the two women.
During the argument, Melissa had cruelly told her that she was leaving Joe for her husband and her husband had decided to end their marriage. Of course, this came as a crashing shock to the former lawyer who had always seen her marriage as untouchable, inviolate and safe. But now, having confronted her husband about their altercation, he had sheepishly admitted that he had felt trapped and uncertain. He had told her that he was in love with Melissa and that she was young and fresh and meant so much to him and how she had filled some many voids in is life and so forth. Maddy had dismissed his whining as a mid-life crisis mess. But he maintained it wasn’t, and that he would see her and the children financially secure and they would never want for anything.
In hurt and upset, Maddy had spent one afternoon alone in the garden. It was a Sunday and the children had been out with her husband. She was sat at the table, drinking wine when a shadow fell across her. She blinked and looked up to find Melissa standing before her. Her face was contented, the absolute apposite to her dismayed expression. The young woman’s presence made her angry.
“And what do you want? Rick isn’t here.”
“I know,” said Melissa softly. “I just wanted to talk, to clear the air.”
She invited herself to sit at the table. Maddy poured her some wine, messily and without courtesy.
“So, what do you want?”
“For you to be reasonable to Rick and not be too greedy when the divorce comes through,” said Melissa as if instructing her. “We will be starting all over and we don’t want to be drained financially.”
Maddy looked at her aghast. “Christ, you have a nerve. I’ll bet your husband is going through the same hell as me and you talk about money!”
“Granted, Joe is. I’ve left him crying,” Melissa said nonchalantly. “But he’s a big boy and will get over it.”
“You are one heartless little creep,” Maddy said in complete revulsion. “I don’t know how you can destroy two marriages so matter-of-factly.”
Melissa sipped some of the wine. She looked at the house, seeming to avoid any eye contact. She suddenly said, “I’ll do a deal with you.”
“What sort of deal - there is nothing more to say,” said Maddy as she rose from the table.
“Yes there is,” said Melissa. “I challenge you to a fight to settle this between us and only us. If you beat me, then I will let you take Rick for everything and I accept that. If I beat you, you settle for a generous allowance. I’m sure that’s fair.”
“What!” Maddy’s eyes turned up to maximum voltage. “Are you mad? You, a Schoolteacher come to my home and challenge me to some punch-up to settle a score?”
“It doesn’t have to be a Catfight, we can settle it in private simply woman to woman.”
“Get the hell out of my garden,” Maddy said, pointing to the entrance towards the drive. “Just get out and do not come near me.”
Melissa rose, her well worn jeans looked light and her strappy top showed more cleavage than normal. But then Maddy was certain that was more for Rick then anyone else.
“I’m sure we’ll chat more about this,” said Melissa and with that, she padded across the garden and vanished round the side of the large house.
Maddy had spent the whole day brooding. She had been short with Rick and even her children, shouting at the slightest mishap or sound they made. She had told Rick about Melissa’s challenge and he hadn’t done anything but say ‘he would have a word with her’. But she didn’t feel he was taking her serious.
Then silly little messages started to get posted, evidently from Melissa. They were taunting messages. Insulting affronts about her age and appearance. Melissa tried to psychologically wear her down and she did consider getting the Police involved but then, since when had she been so cowardly in dealing with some young person? Could she face Melissa or anyone like her in future if she’d been so gutless? Then one day, it had all come to a head and she rang Melissa and had it out with her. They had agreed to settle their differences in private and away from prying eyes.
Melissa had asked her to meet her, at Midnight to fight on the beach. Her annoying provocation had made Maddy angry and she had rose to the challenge. Attired in near nakedness beneath her sweatshirt and jeans, she wore simple thong sandals on her feet. She had made sure that the children were fine and that her husband was asleep before driving to her destination. And now she was here, waiting. Waiting for the younger rival to show so they could settle this duel in private.
A few minutes later, a VW Golf appeared and swung into a tight arc, parked next to her. Maddy killed the headlights as Melissa stopped her car. Both women got out of their cars.
“Well, Maddy, I didn’t think you had it in you,” Melissa said. Her long blonde hair hung down and she wore a loose tee-shirt. She didn’t look as if she was wearing a bra but then, neither was Maddy.
“Let’s get this over with,” said Maddy intently, and led the way to the beach steps. They descended together, side by side. Neither woman spoke and Melissa walked to a quiet spot, away from the Car Park.
“This will do,” said Melissa as if participating in readiness to sunbathe. She pulled off her tee shirt and exposed her bare breasts. She dropped her jeans and kicked off her flip-flops. She kicked her shoulder back away and stood waiting for Maddy to disrobe. “Not getting the old butterflies are we, Love?”
Maddy made a sharp “Huh” in defiance as she pulled off her sweatshirt and Jeans. She stepped back and gazed at her opponent, the feisty Melissa. Nude and wearing a Red G-string, Melissa was intent on psychologically destroying her older rival. But she was shocked to find that Maddy looked every bit as toned as she was, and just as svelte and with no overt sagginess that comes with middle age. Maddy had slipped on her own Blue G-String to rise to Melissa’s daring challenge. Melissa had said she wouldn’t have had the guts to grapple it out topless. Maddy had responded with a calm, ‘Then you try me’.
“Nice,” said Melissa as she signalled for Maddy to come for her. “I can see what Rick saw in you - not bad for an old bird.”
But Maddy was finished talking. And she advanced slowly and cautiously towards her rival. Melissa stood her ground. And is if they had both mentally signalled, locked into a crude bear-hug.Maddy gripped her rival hard and tried to trip Melissa to the ground. Melissa countered and brought her own legs into play, scuffing the soft, cool sand as they grappled. They swirled and kicked sand as they each sought to throw the other, like Sumo wrestlers. They clung to each other’s waists. Aware of their colliding breasts and bellies, Melissa clenched her teeth and rested her jaw on her rival’s shoulder, groaning her effort as Maddy’s legs continued to attack. For a moment they steadied then Melissa hooked her leg around Maddy’s Calf and pitched her weight forward. With a short cry of surprise, they both fell to the sand.
Releasing their mutual hug, Melissa fell prone and tried to get to her feet, but was attacked by Maddy’s vengeful form. Maddy threw herself on the younger woman and pushed her face down into the sand. Melissa grunted and bucked to roll Maddy away, her bare buttocks grinding back into Maddy’s groin. Groaning in exertion, Maddy lay the full length of her rival’s back and gripped hold of her blond haired head and began forcing it further into the pale sands.
Melissa cried out. She then rocked from side to side and rolled the older woman away. In horror, Maddy found herself on her back, the sands soft and grainy against her back and exposed buttocks. Melissa’s body swung round and she rolled onto Maddy’s body, trying to trap her arms. Hips and groins locked, they contended face-to-face. Maddy felt her breasts giving against Melissa’s young orbs. Warmth and softness and sensuality hampered their ardour to fight. Thrusting her groin harshly against Maddy’s they wrestled deliciously on the sands, body to body. From a distance, they looked like lovers locked in the act of coitus, propelling each to their eventual and mutual release, but they wasn’t. They were wrestlers and each was seeking out any muscular weaknesses that they could to exploit and best the other.
Faces inches apart, Melissa bore down on Maddy. “Gie it up you old Cow,” she grunted as she sought to secure Maddy’s arms.
“Screw you,” the gasp came. Melissa reached her legs down and scissored one of Maddy’s legs, but Maddy still had her left leg free, and then thriusting it hard against the ground, overbalanced Melissa. Over they went and changed positions. Now it was Maddy who had the controlling place and bore down upon Melissa, her groin hard against Melissa’s. The struggle caused them to create sexual friction and the fine, micro-material of their G-Strings allowed them little protection from their pubes and clits. Unintentionally massaging g-spots, Melissa groaned. Maddy grunted and felt the incipience of an orgasm rise within her. Sensing her pleasure, Melissa matched her thrusts with equally fervour in a desperate attempt to sex-fight her way from this hold. Melissa clenched her teeth as she felt her first wave of orgasm flow through her body, stifling a scream that she longed to liberate.
Confused by this sudden state of play, Maddy tried to pull back and arched upwards and angled her weight up on her elbows, her breasts light against Melissa’s. She wasn’t going to let the younger wrestler weaken her through sex, so tried to evade their genital proximity. But Melissa simply scissored Maddy’s thighs and clung on for dear life, bridging and rocking their dampening pubes harder together.
Maddy’s eyes filled with tears as she felt the waves of frustration and ecstasy . “No, please! No!”
“Ha Ha,” groaned Melissa as she tortured the older wrestler sexually. “I think I’ll take this fight.”
In desperation, Maddy tried to stand. Her feet slipped on the sands but she grunted to her knees and then feet. Melissa hung down on her back, her long blond hair splayed across the sands. Melissa let tried to extract her legs but Maddy was hold of them and swung her around in a whirl. She let the younger woman go and Melissa sprawled spectacularly across the sands, rolling over face downwards.
“You bitch, I’ll have you for that,” said Melissa venomously. Lying virtually face down, Maddy rushed forward to jump onto her rival. She intended to show this little Cow who was the boss. But she was so intent on her fight, that she failed to see that she had left herself wide open. As the ran forward, Melissa, kicked up her right leg and slammed a well-timed foot into her rival’s midriff. The slap of flesh made a sharp ‘crack’, just like a pistol shot. Winded, Maddy fell back and landed hard on her back, rolling to one side as she held her belly.
Melissa walked slowly and intently towards her fallen rival. She looked down at Maddy and smiled. “Well, looks like you’ve lost, doesn’t it?”
Maddy was expecting a rain of blows or kicks, or was she going to smoother her with that well toned body of hers? Maddy braced herself bravely for any eventuality, but instead, Melissa got down beside her, and then swung her long legs up and head scissored her rival. Maddy fell back, legs splayed as Melissa’s lay balanced on her arm smiling, as she piled on the pressure.
Maddy felt her legs bite. It was like a vice. She gripped Melissa’s thighs as they tensed and pulsed their muscular power. She heard Melissa laugh. It was a sadistic, cruel laugh. One that was enjoying the sight of another’s suffering.
As she struggle she thought she could either beg Melissa to stop and lose their wrestling match or she could continue and try to power out of this hold. So ignoring Melissa’s torture, she twisted and strained to get to her knees. The younger wrestler shifted as the older woman turned in the hold, gripping Melissa’s thighs. It was a hard and physically tiring fight to get to her knees but she did. She peered down the recess of Melissa’s legs and towards her groin, her G-String but inches away. Melissa was flat on her back, supine and with her arms splayed out like a crucifix on the sands. Her breasts rising and her breathing ragged as she tried to contain Maddy.
But Maddy strained and eventually parted the powerful scissors and Melissa’s hold broke and she dropped completely flattened on the sands. With a feral cry, Maddy threw herself onto the young wrestler’s body and gripped Melissa’s arms. For a moment, they contended but Melissa was tiring as Maddy’s G-String eclipsed Melissa’s once again. Facing yet another sensual reunion, their dampened clits ground slow and hard. Feeling sweaty and exhausted, both women hardly moved as they lay. Melissa’s strength had drained to the point of where she had little left. Her groans and pained cries, left her mouth as she tried to breath. But Maddy bore down on top of her with all her weight and drank in the sight of her nearly beaten rival. Her full breasts was sheened by sweat in the moonlight, her face anxious and contorted in consternation at losing ground, knowing that Maddy was gaining too much ground.
Melissa looked up and struggled her last, her arms stopped and she shot Maddy a venomous look. “Okay Okay! You win!” But Maddy stayed right where she was, above her rival. Her long legs seemed to snake around Melissa’s calfs and sensing the older woman’s instep against her own, felt totally incapacitated as Maddy held her securely in a grapevine. The sheer power of Maddy’s legs held her fast and she couldn’t move. She felt as tightly bound as if she’d been tied up by rope.
“Now,” said Maddy as she lowered herself down slightly so that her own perspiring breasts licked at Melissa’s. “I can do what I want all night to you.” And as Melissa tried to cry out, Maddy smothered her face with her full, damp breasts.
“And I have all night to play with you, Melissa,” said the Calm and unflustered voice beyond the darkness and the sweat. “All night.”
