Having been on a bit of a hiatus getting a government grant together I been working on this hope you all enjoy.
Nathalie's beach
Nathalie's bare feet sank into the warm sand as she walked along the shore, the waves of the ocean lapping gently at her toes. The sun had reached that perfect angle in the sky, painting everything in a soft, golden light. Her sunglasses perched on her nose, she surveyed the beach with a sense of familiarity from years of claiming this spot as her sanctuary.
Her brown hair fluttered in the breeze, and her 34DD chest moved in time with steady breaths. Nathalie had come to the beach to escape the world’s stresses and find peace in the endless horizon.
The newcomer, Ivory, still needs to get the memo. She strutted onto the beach, her 5'5" frame moving with the confidence of someone who owned the place. Nathalie's eyes narrowed at the sight of the unfamiliar face. Ivory's blonde hair was tied back in a loose ponytail that danced around her shoulders, and her 32D chest bobbed with every step.
She had the nerve to set up her towel just a few feet away from Nathalie's favorite spot. Nathalie's hand clenched into a fist, her temper simmering just below the surface. It had been a bad day, and she wasn't in the mood for company.
Nathalie took a deep breath and tried to ignore the intrusion, focusing instead on the rhythmic sound of the waves. But as the minutes ticked by, she found it impossible to relax. Ivory's laughter, a tinkling sound that seemed to carry on the breeze, grated on her nerves. Nathalie sat up, her eyes fixed on the woman, who was now spreading sunscreen across her toned stomach. The scent of coconut oil wafted over, mixing with the salty sea air. It was an insult to the quiet solitude she had come to cherish.
Her temper boiled over as Ivory leaned back on her elbows, her bikini top straining slightly against her breasts. Nathalie had had enough. She stood, her shadow falling over the other woman's body. "Excuse me," she said, her voice tight, "but do you mind moving a little further down?"
Ivory glanced up, her sunglasses reflecting the sun. She took a moment to assess the situation before a smile played across her lips. "I don't see any reserved signs here," she replied, her voice laden with amusement.
Nathalie's cheeks flushed, and she felt the heat of anger rising from her chest to her neck. "It's just a bit... crowded here," she said, trying to keep her voice even.
Ivory looked around the relatively empty stretch of beach, her smile growing wider. "I don't see the problem," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But if you’re after privacy, I can give you a show worth watching." She untied her bikini top, her fingers moving with a deliberate slowness that set Nathalie's teeth on edge.
Nathalie's eyes widened, and she took a step back. "What the hell are you doing?" she snapped.
Ivory shrugged, her smile never wavering. "Just trying to liven up your day, darling," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You seemed a bit... tense."
Nathalie's eyes narrowed into slits. "This isn't my first time at the beach," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "And it's not your place to decide what I need."
Ivory sat up, her bikini top still tied, and faced Nathalie. "You're right," she said, her tone suddenly serious. "But maybe you're the one who needs to learn to share."
The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken challenges. Nathalie clenched her fists at her sides and took a step closer to Ivory. “This isn’t a playground,” she growled. This is my space."
The sound of their escalating argument began to draw a small crowd of curious onlookers. The atmosphere grew tense as the two women squared off, their bodies rigid with anger. Nathalie's eyes searched Ivory's, looking for any sign of fear or submission, but all she found was an unyielding stare.
Ivory pushed to her feet, her body taut with anticipation. "I didn't come here looking for trouble," she said, her voice steady, "but if that's what you want..."
Without another word, Nathalie swung. Her fist connected with the side of Ivory's face, sending the blonde woman reeling into the sand. Shock rippled through the small crowd, and for a moment, the only sound was the steady crash of the waves.
The fight was on. Ivory's eyes flashed with surprise and anger as she scrambled to her feet, sand sticking to her skin. She lunged at Nathalie, her nails extended, ready to claw at the auburn-haired woman's face.
Their bodies collided with an almost feral ferocity. Nathalie felt the sting of Ivory's nails rake across her cheek, and she roared with pain and fury. The world around them seemed to fade away as they rolled in the sand, each trying to gain the upper hand.
The crowd grew more prominent, the whispers turning into gasps and shouts as the fight intensified. Nathalie's temper had fully taken over, and she grabbed a handful of Ivory's hair, pulling her closer before delivering a sharp knee to the stomach. Ivory grunted and bent over, giving Nathalie the opening to land a solid punch to her midriff. The sound of flesh on flesh echoed through the once-peaceful beach.
Ivory, not one to be easily bested, countered with a swift kick to Nathalie's side, sending her sprawling. The force of the blow took Nathalie's breath away, and she felt the coarse sand scrape against her skin as she tumbled. She pushed herself up, her eyes never leaving Ivory's. The blonde was panting but had a smug look as if she had enjoyed the challenge Nathalie presented.
Nathalie's mind raced as she tried to figure out her next move. She was bigger and stronger, but Ivory was quick and agile. The beach was their battleground, and they were determined to claim victory. As they circled each other, the waves seemed to crash louder, the sun to burn hotter. The crowd had grown to a small gathering, their whispers a constant background to the grunts and the occasional cry of pain.
A sudden burst of speed took Ivory towards Nathalie, and the two collided again. This time, Ivory managed to wrap her arms around Nathalie's waist, her legs locking around one of hers. They tumbled into the surf, the cold water shocking them both momentarily. The salty taste filled Nathalie's mouth as she bit back a cry, her body tense as Ivory's grip tightened.
The water broke the tension slightly, the waves knocking them apart before they could do any more damage. They stumbled out of the sea, both soaked and breathless. Nathalie's chest heaved, her bikini top askew, and she felt a flash of embarrassment. But the fire in her eyes was unmistakable. She wasn't going to let this bitch win.
Nathalie roared at Ivory, knocking her back onto the sand. This time, she was on top, her hands around Ivory's throat. The blonde's eyes widened, and she tried to buck her off, but Nathalie's weight was too much. The crowd had gone from curious to alarmed, some shouting for them to stop, others egging them on. Nathalie felt the rage pulsing through her veins, the need to dominate, to prove she was the queen of this beach.
Ivory's nails dug into Nathalie's back, drawing blood, but she didn't loosen her grip. Instead, she squeezed harder, her thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of Ivory's neck. The blonde's face began to turn red, and her eyes grew desperate. Then, Nathalie saw the flash of something in the corner of her vision—a lifeguard sprinting towards them, whistle-blowing.
With a grunt of frustration, she rolled off Ivory, her fists clenched in the sand. The lifeguard skidded to a halt, his muscular form blocking the sun. "That's enough!" he bellowed, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. Nathalie pushed herself up, her eyes never leaving Ivory's. "Get out of here," she spat, her voice thick with anger.
Ivory stood, her eyes never leaving Nathalie's. She brushed the sand off her body, a smear of blood on her cheek. "This isn't over," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the ocean’s roar.
Nathalie slowly got to her feet, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She watched as Ivory picked up her things and stormed off down the beach, leaving a trail of footprints in the wet sand. The lifeguard, a tall figure with a look of disapproval, approached her cautiously. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice carrying the concern of a man who had seen too many fights end in disaster.
Nathalie nodded, her eyes still on the retreating figure of Ivory. "Yeah," she said, her voice tight. "But she better not come back here."
The lifeguard's gaze followed hers, and he sighed. "You know," he said, "this isn't the first time I've had to break up a fight around here."
Nathalie turned to face him, her eyes flashing. "It won't be the last," she said, her chin jutting out.
The lifeguard raised an eyebrow. "Is that a promise?"
Nathalie laughed, a short, bitter sound. "No," she said. "It's a warning."
The rest of the day, she was passed in a blur of adrenaline and tension. Nathalie couldn't relax, her eyes constantly scanning the horizon for any sign of Ivory's return. The crowd had dispersed, but her memory of their shocked faces remained etched. She knew she had made a scene, but she didn't care. This was her beach, and she had to protect it.
Nathalie packed her things as the sun set, casting long shadows across the sand. Her skin was a patchwork of red marks and bruises, a testament to the battle she had just waged. She felt a strange mix of pride and anger, a heady cocktail that made her want to either revel in her victory or seek out more conflict.
The ocean had always been her escape, her sanctuary. But now, it felt tainted. The waves that had once brought her peace now whispered of challenges and confrontations. Nathalie knew she would have to come back tomorrow to reclaim her space. But for now, she needed to get away.
As she returned to her car, her eyes scanned the beach, searching for any sign of Ivory. The once empty expanse of sand now felt claustrophobic, as if the very ground held the memory of their fight. The salty taste of the ocean clung to her lips, mingling with the metallic taste of blood. Nathalie's hand hovered over her cheek, feeling the tender flesh where Ivory's nails had left their mark.
