The Beach House

by Miss Adventurous

©Copyright 2021 by Miss Adventurous

Introduction by ahorsewithnoname: Miss Adventurous was a member of my writing website for a number of years. She wrote several series and other stories. Twice she won our monthly writing competitions. She was very smart, and won our weekly Trivia contest too! She was a featured author at the site, and she contributed money too. She hasn't been seen in two years. As per the site rules, we're publishing some of her work here. We hope for the best for her.

Chapter One

Day One

“Anna?” I called up the steps, panting and already covered in sweat. Tropical vacations were fun, but lugging your stuff up several flights of stairs sucked.

“Yeah?!” she yelled back.

“I can’t carry this cooler by myself, can you help me please?”

Her response was to trot quickly down the deck stairs to help me, her blonde pony tail bouncing behind her. Together, we hauled the cooler with food for the week up the wooden steps. Once at the top I took a moment to catch my breath and take in the view.

“Wow,” I breathed, watching the waves from our elevated position crashing into the shore. Her vacation house was stunning, set high on stilts right in the dunes overlooking the water. It had an open and airy floor plan with a wrap around deck that had cushioned chaise lounges and a patio table, all setting the scene for what I was hoping would be a perfect vacation.

She smiled at me. “Beautiful isn’t it?”

“It’s insane, thank you so much for inviting me.”

Anna shrugged and brushed off my thanks.

“I get lonely by myself, so really, you’re doing me a favor,” she said. “Let’s get the rest of the stuff inside and put away so we can relax!”

I nodded eagerly and we got to work. We laughed and joked along the way, gossiping about the office once in a while. Anna and I were co-workers and over the years we had developed a strong friendship despite our age difference. While I had just turned 32, Anna had hit the big 5-0 last year.

She did a little shimmy shake to the country music playing on the Bluetooth speaker and I couldn’t help the small laugh that came out of me.

“You’re too funny,” I said, putting away the last of the White Claw in the fridge. “What the heck are we supposed to do with all of this alcohol?”

Anna looked at me, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“We’re on vacation Parker - we’re drinking.”

“Oh, I don’t usually drink that much,” I said, a little embarrassed.

In response, she popped the top of one of the hard seltzers and poured it into two glasses full of ice singing “It’s five o’clock somewhere!” in a horribly off-key voice. She handed me one and clinked hers with mine.

“To vacation!” she cheered, taking a drink.

“Vacation!” I yelled back and took a small sip.

“Okay, let’s get changed and go down to the beach,” she said and went upstairs to her room.

The house had two bedrooms, the master upstairs and one in the back of the main level off the kitchen. Since I was the guest in her house, Anna was in the master. My room had two full sized beds crammed into the space, only about two feet between them. It wasn’t the most comfortable setup, but I got it. It was a vacation house after all and sleeping capacity increased the ability to host more guests. Anna rented it whenever she wasn’t using it herself so more beds meant more value for her.

I unpacked my clothes for the week and put them away in the dresser, leaving my favorite one piece bathing suit out with a tasteful matching coverup beside it. I shut the door so I could change and made sure to lock it. I didn’t think Anna would walk in without knocking, but you never knew.

I changed quickly and adjusted my breasts in the suit to make sure they stayed put. As large as they were, sometimes they got a little unruly outside the confines of a real bra. Having double D’s my whole adult life had been both a struggle and a blessing. I liked them, after all they were mine, but they made shopping for tops and swimwear difficult. I took a quick glance at the mirror above the short dresser and saw that the chilly air of the air conditioning had made my nipples stand out through the thin fabric. Mortified, I tried to rub them warm to get them to calm down but it had the opposite effect and my nipples pebbled almost painfully tight at the stimulation.

“Crap,” I whispered and threw my coverup over the plain, dark grey strapless suit in hopes to hide them until we were outside where it was warmer.

I met Anna on the deck outside, surprised to see her in a two piece at her age, but I had to admit - she looked darn good. Her breasts, while not quite my size, were large, rode high on her chest and filled out the navy bikini top nicely. Her belly had a couple of stretch marks from having her daughter, but otherwise it was flat and you could see she was in good shape. I looked down at my own curvy figure and the small pooch of my belly.

She wolf-whistled when she saw me, wagging her eyebrows and making me laugh self consciously.

“Where have you been hiding those bazungas?” she asked, opening my coverup so she could eye me up and down.

I blushed at her inspection and batted at her hands ineffectively.

“And look at that itty-bitty waist!” she squealed.

“You should talk Miss Bikini,” I sassed back. “Your legs go on forever.”

“Meh,” she said, finally letting go of my coverup. “I’d kill for your hourglass figure, I’m straight as a board.”

“Well, I wish I was skinny like you,” I murmured but she heard me.

“There will be no body shaming this week,” she said to me sternly. “You are beautiful and men would be salivating to get their hands on your curves if you had more confidence.”

I held my hands up in defense. “Okay, okay.”

“Now get your generous ass down to the beach and relax!” She emphasized her statement with a swift slap on my ass and I squeaked in surprise.

“Anna!”

Chapter Two

She laughed and walked down the wooden stairs to the short boardwalk that led to the sandy beach. Grabbing my big floppy hat and drink, I pushed my shoulders back and joined her.

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A few hours later we were climbing back up the stairs sun-kissed and slightly waterlogged.