Chapter 5

My ringtone wakes me with a startled shake. I rub the sleep from my eyes and glance around for the offending thing. What fucking time is it anyway?

I find it lying on the nightstand and I squint as I bring the screen to life. The burning clears and I focus on the time. Seven in the evening. I'd slept the rest of the day away. What a start to my first day here.

Checking my notifications, I see that a text is what woke me up.

Mary: Hey, um, it's Mary. I had to run earlier before you got back from your swim. Hopefully we are still on for tomorrow?

I smile at remembering that ass in the tiny bikini. Yep. Coffee. Right.

Clara: Absolutely. I did go for a longer swim than I had planned. Then I totally crashed when I got back to the room.

Mary: The swim must have been satisfying then. I look forward to coffee and showing you around.

Clara: Oh, it most definitely was. I needed that nap. I can't wait. See you then.

Mary: Lol. I'll send you the address. See you at nine?

Clara: Sounds perfect.

Bubbles appear and then disappear for several moments before they go silent. Guess she wasn't ready to say whatever it is she couldn't type. I drop the phone to the bed and roll back over. My body is still relaxed and wanting more sleep.

Closing my eyes, I think about the woman that I'm meeting in the morning. It then shifts into the woman in the ocean as she pleasures me and then back to Mary. Both blending in my dreams into one.

Wrapping my hands around the cup of coffee, I take a seat at the table by the window. Somewhere I can see when Mary approaches the shop. I'm always early and can't help the nervous energy clawing at my stomach as I wait.

Sipping the sweet drink, I let the warmth slide down my throat and settle me. I don't have to wait long before Mary comes strolling into the shop like she owns the place. Every step is full of confidence.

She's wearing a pair of cut off shorts and a green bikini top. Her hair is in a ponytail and something about her just exudes positive energy. She's a true beach babe in every sense of the word. All the way down to her sandals and lack of jewelry. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought she had stepped straight out of a magazine.

Mary turns in my direction with her coffee in hand. She doesn't even have to search because our eyes find one another's with ease and I can't help the growing blush that I know is creeping up my neck as she sashays toward me.

Mary reaches me and leans in to drop a kiss on my cheek before settling in the seat across from me. The heat that was creeping up my neck bloomed stronger and nothing I could do could hide it.

I chose a strapless top that covers all but my belly button with a bathing suit top underneath it. The marks were less this morning but still present and I chose a longer maxi skirt to cover them. Still beachy vibes so I felt it wouldn't be questioned all that much.

"I'm so glad you came. You look gorgeous. Not that I need to tell you that."

Mary winks at me and then hides her smile behind her cup as she takes a sip. Offering her a smile in return at the compliment.

"Says the woman that looks like a supermodel."

"Pshh. Not me. I could never eat absolutely nothing to maintain a far too small figure."

"Touche."

"How was your first day in our little town?"

The question is simple enough but damn at the wet heat that fills my pussy at the thought of what happened yesterday.

"It was… interesting to say the least."

"Oh, I see. Have too much fun did we?"

"Perhaps. I'm still wrapping my head around the whirlwind this vacation has been so far."

"Perhaps we can make it an even better second day then."

I don't know how she could ever top what happened but I'm here for some fun so why not.

"What do you have in mind?"

"You will see."

She winks at me and grabs my hand as she stands up from the table. Dragging me with her, I barely have the time to grip my coffee in my hand before we are out the door.

Pulling me through the crowds, she keeps a grip on my hand as she slides into the smallest of spaces to escape the insanity that is just this town at this time of year. Only a local could ever pull this off so easily.

Stopping in front of a shop suddenly, I almost ran into her back. A picture of sea creatures adorn the front of the window display. It's some kind of aquarium. Pulling me inside, she pays for our entrance.

Her hand slides back into mine but more gently this time. A hold instead of a tightened grip. The first tank we stop at has sharks of the smaller variety. Fish thrive as they swim away from the sharks. Living to see another day only by staying out of their way.

Morbid, but life.

She tugs slightly to move me to the next display. This is a tank of octopi. The creatures move along the sand at the bottom with ease. Her hand tightens against mine but only barely. I wouldn't have noticed had I not been very aware of everywhere she touches me.

The tank brings back all of the memories from yesterday and more heat fills my belly as my panties soak themselves. I shift on my legs as I squeeze my thighs wishing for some kind of relief.

"You know," Mary clears her throat, "Octopi are sexual creatures. They feel so much through their tentacles. Every single inch of whatever it touches."

Mary releases my hand and positions herself at my back. My breath is coming in little pants as her hands find my waist and pull me against her body.

"Everything and everywhere they touch leaves a unique imprint that brings ecstasy to them."

Something sticky slides across my stomach and I can't help the rapid beating of my heart as I remember exactly what that feeling is. That is a tentacle. I turn my head to find Mary grinning at me over my shoulder. Her eyes flash a green and a gasp escapes my throat.

She is the sea creature. This woman is the octopus from yesterday. She's the one who fucked me in the water and left me to be destroyed. Her eyes return to normal and I look back at the tank in front of me.

I don't know how I feel about this. I don't know what to say.

"Do you want me to show you, Clara?"

Do I want that? Frozen with indecision as I stare at the tank while people move all around us. Can I handle this? The fact that Mary met me yesterday then gave me the best fuck of my life in that water before she met me today to tell me the truth.

I don't know what to think. What I do know is that I want her to do it again. I want to be filled with her tentacles and to see her face while she does so. I want to make her cum as hard as she made me. I want her.

"Yes."