Smut
by the Sea, edited by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse
Light hearted, sexy
fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse
and Lucy Felthouse.
From the sun soaked bays of Australia England
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Excerpt:
Dodging
By Lucy Felthouse
By Lucy Felthouse
The thrum
of anticipation had been rushing through my body ever since we’d set off that
morning. By the time we passed the sign welcoming us to Hunstanton and made our
way into the long stay car park, I was almost delirious with excitement. The
worst part was, I had to hide it from my friends. As far as Sophia and Chloe
were concerned, we’d just come for a nice, fun, girly day out at the seaside.
They had no idea about my ulterior motive. And I didn’t intend to tell them.
Until afterwards, maybe. I didn’t want to risk them ruining my master plan, or
trying to talk me out of it.
So far, it
seemed like everything was on our side. The traffic had been light, we’d got a
parking space with no trouble, and the sun was shining. It was a perfect day,
and I had every intention of putting a cherry on top of all that perfection. A
very sexy cherry.
Sophia
parked the car, then hopped out to go and get a parking ticket. Chloe and I got
out too, stretching our limbs after being cooped up in the car for a couple of
hours.
“So,” I
said, tilting my head back to catch the rays of the sun on my face, “what’s the
plan then?”
“I dunno,”
Chloe replied. “I’ve never been here before, you have. What do you suggest?”
“Well,
there’s the beach, obviously. There are amusement arcades, mini-golf, the
Sealife Centre, a few shops, the old village…”
I
deliberately didn’t mention the funfair. That was my destination, and I wanted
to go alone.
Sophia
rejoined us and put the ticket in the windscreen of the car. “Got everything,
girls?”
Chloe and I
nodded, and she checked for valuables before locking the doors. “So, do we know
what we’re doing yet? I guess we’ll be led by you, Abigail, since you’ve been
here before. Did you say you’d visited with your parents, or something?”
I moved
away from the car and started to walk down towards the seafront, though
purposely leading the girls in the opposite direction to the funfair. They
followed without question.
I nodded.
“Yeah. We used to come here all the time for family holidays when I was
younger, but now we mostly come on day trips. We last came a month or so ago. I
was just telling Chloe what there is to do. There’s the beach, amusement
arcades, mini-golf, the Sealife Centre, a few shops, the old village…”
“Ooh,”
Sophia said, doing a little jump, “I love mini-golf! Do you fancy a game of
that before it gets too hot, then we’ll go from there?”
Chloe
nodded her agreement, and I said, “I’ll take you there, ladies, but I can’t
play.”
“Why the
hell not?” Sophia asked. “It doesn’t matter if you’re crap. I’m crap at it too,
it’s just a laugh.”
“No, it’s
got nothing to do with being crap, Soph. I have a bad back and swinging a club
around and doing all that bending is just going to make it worse.”
It was a
blatant lie of course. There wasn’t a thing wrong with my back, and I was
actually a little gutted not to be having a go on the best mini-golf course I’d
ever played on, but missing out was a necessary evil if I was to go through
with my devious plan. If it came off, then the result would be a great deal
more fun than a round of mini-golf, anyway.
*****
Lucy Felthouse: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk
Victoria Blisse: http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk
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