Teresa Scalia: Barbara's Bawdy Beach Brawl


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa, Reluctant, Lesbian, Fiction, Spanking, Humiliation, Oral Sex, Analingus, Small Breasts, Cat-Fighting, .

Desc: Sex Story: Barbara is alone on a beach when confronted by Kathy Benson and her friend. Barbara gives in to some lingering urges.

Note to readers: This story is a little different from my past works. First off the characters are in bathing suits. I generally like my characters fully clothed in formal, casual, general business attire. Gives me more options to be creative with their costumes and lingerie. This story was inspired by the YouTube video "Best Girl Fight at Creek." Secondly while there is a catfight and some stripping, the bulk of this work is sexual in nature. Several of my previous stories have hinted around at this topic and I figured with this story it was time to let one of my characters really cut loose. So if descriptive sexual text is not your thing you may want to let this one pass. As always thank you for reading my works and I appreciate your comments.

It was a warm midweek afternoon in July. The Andersons were preparing for an outing.

"Mark, toss a couple more water bottles into the cooler before you bring it out please." Barbara called out.

"Okay" Mark replied as he walked back into their house. Dressed in a short sleeved white blouse tied at the midriff, khaki shorts and green headband, Barbara was putting the last few things into their SUV for an afternoon of boating at the lake. Mark had recently purchased a new cigarette style boat and was anxious to take it out and see what it could do. Mark returned from the house with cooler in hand. The cooler was quickly loaded and the couple were on their way.

"I'm really looking forward to testing out this boat." Mark said to Barbara.

"Oh I'm sure you are, you paid enough for this new toy." Barbara teased. "I'd just like to have a peaceful afternoon on the beach and catch some sun."

The couple arrived at the Marina where Mark's new pride and joy was docked. They transferred their cooler, picnic basket, blankets, and two lawn chairs into the boat and shoved off. The lake was a large public impoundment, several miles long. There were several public beaches scattered along the shoreline, but the Andersons were headed for a special place. Several years ago when the lake was formed, islands were created. One forward thinking individual managed to acquire legal title to one such island. The island had a secluded cove on which a sand beach was created. Memberships were sold on a fairly exclusive basis. Mark and Barbara owned a membership in this Association.

Mark steered the boat into the open channel and opened up the throttle. The boat leapt forward instantly and was up on plane. Clearly enjoying himself Mark piloted to the private cove. The trip to the cove took about half an hour.

Arriving at the cove Mark throttled back and idled the boat to a gentle beaching. They quickly offloaded the chairs, blankets, and cooler establishing their spot on the beach. They could've picked any spot along the entire length of the beach as this was midweek and the entire beach was empty. Barbara laid out the lunch she had prepared. Mark ate quickly and was clearly ready to go back out on his boat. Taking the last swig from his bottle of beer, Mark wiped his mouth and said "Ready for another cruise on the lake?"

Barbara was putting the last of the picnic items back in the basket "You go ahead, I'd like to lay out and enjoy the sun." With that she stood and untied her blouse. Slipping the blouse off her shoulders Barbara revealed a kelly green and white polka dot bikini top. She unsnapped her shorts and with a couple of hip wiggles slid off her shorts. Her bikini bottoms matched her top. Barbara's top had the strap over each shoulder that connected the cups of the top to the horizontal tie in back. Her bottoms were cut low on the hip with elastic waist and leg openings.

"Okay, suit yourself. I thought I'd run all the way to the upper end so I can fill up with high-octane gas. They don't have the kind of gas I really need at the Marina. It might take me two hours to get up there and come back." Mark replied.

"I'll be fine. Have fun burning up precious fossil fuels." Barbara laughed.

Mark pushed the boat back off the beach and climbed in over the bow. He fired up the engine, gave Barbara a wave and motored out of the cove. Barbara watched him leave and then got down to the business of applying baby oil to herself. "I should have had Mark do my back before he left." Barbara thought as she contorted herself to try and oil her back. With sufficient oil applied to Barbara's exposed areas of skin she laid back on her blanket.

"This is so nice, no sounds except for the wind through the trees and the birds." She was totally relaxed. Barbara lay on her back for about 20 min. and then turned over onto her stomach. She was in this position for a short time when she heard a buzzing sound in the distance. Barbara tried to ignore the noise, but it was becoming increasingly louder as if the source was moving closer. The buzzing motor sound was very loud. As Barbara raised her head to look behind her at the cove she was suddenly struck with a stream of water.

The two jet skis had entered the cove at full throttle and pulled a sharp U-turn sending spray on the beach and of course soaking Barbara. Barbara flipped over into a sitting position to see what was going on. There were two young women on the jet skis who had stopped and were idling looking back at Barbara.

"You need to watch what you're doing!" Barbara shouted to the jet ski riders as she stood up, putting her hands on her hips.

"Whoops, I didn't notice anyone on the beach. Did you?" one rider said to the other.

"No, no I didn't see her. She shouldn't get so huffy about it."

The jet ski riders looked at each other and laughed. "Let's give her another dose."

Then as if they had planned this all along, they repeated the maneuver giving Barbara a second unwanted shower. This time soaking her in the face and down her front. Barbara sputtered and wiped the water from her face.

Barbara was now incensed. "Very funny, you brats!"

Laughing even more one jet skier said to the other, "I know that woman, let's go talk to her."

"You think we should? She acts pretty pissed."

"It'll be fine. I can handle this housewife."

Beaching their watercraft, the young ladies dismounted and approached Barbara. Both were wearing string bikinis one flame orange and the other fluorescent blue. As they came closer Barbara recognized one of the jet skiers. Resplendent in flame orange was Kathy Benson. Kathy's companion was another dancer from the Gentleman's Club. Her name was Jenna Myers. Jenna was a caramel skinned, mixed-race beauty. She had long wavy reddish brown hair, Angelina Jolie lips, and almond shaped hazel colored eyes. Jenna had a slender, but very athletic physique. She had a pair of dancer's legs and a firm, very round butt. Jenna was just lacking much in the bust line. What she did have in that area was very firm and perky. Jenna had known Kathy in their college days. With her exotic beauty and superior dancing skills, Jenna was very popular at the Gentleman's Club. She was also a confirmed lesbian.

"It's that slut Kathy Benson." Barbara thought to herself as the two bikini-clad dancers approached. Kathy had more than a bit of swagger in her walk. No doubt feeling superior to the blonde soccer mom that she had bested in the boxing ring sometime back. And her triumph over Michelle Smithson, albeit with a great assist from Roxanne Starr, on Main Street. Jenna was taking in Barbara's physical assets in the polka dot bikini and was having some thoughts of her own.

"Well good afternoon to you Mrs. Anderson. Seems as though you've been subjected to an unwanted shower. I am so, so very sorry." Kathy said in the most condescending manner possible.

"Keep your apologies and get off this beach. This area is private and strippers are not allowed." Barbara said as she leaned forward and took a half step closer to Kathy.

"Please Mrs. Anderson, don't get snotty with me. My friend and I have as much right to be on this beach as anyone. And I wouldn't try anything either. I'm sure you or at least housewife ass of yours recalls what happened at the boxing ring." Again Kathy used a very condescending tone.

Looking at her friend, Kathy said "You see Jenna, Maria and I had a gig as ring card girls for a charity boxing match. Mrs. Anderson, here, and her big boobed, fat assed friend Teresa Scalia tried to sabotage us. Unfortunately for those two, Maria and I were more than they could handle."

Turning back to Barbara, Kathy related "That was a lovely white dress you were wearing that night. Pity you couldn't keep it on. And your white lace garter belt and thong. I guess you held onto your garter belt, but lost the thong." Facing Jenna once again Kathy said with more than a trace of sarcasm, "Mrs. Anderson needed to be punished for her interference. She ended up stripped of her dress and over my knee in the center of the ring, getting her ass warmed."

"Really. I am so sorry that I missed that episode. Must've been delightful for both of you." Jenna mocked.

Barbara seethed at being reminded of her debasement at the hands of Kathy Benson. She also intensely resented Kathy relating this story to her friend and her friend's flippant retort.

"I wouldn't be so confident Ms. Benson? I seem to recall Teresa Scalia warming your cute little tush not too long ago at the magic show. How did that feel?" Barbara said defiantly, her anger mounting.

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