Story 13: By the Sea, By the Sea, By the Beautiful Sea?

It’s a lovely seaside town on Long Island. A stark difference from the hustle and bustle of Queens or other urban landscapes in New York. A bay to the North that people use for recreational boating, and the Atlantic Ocean to the south.

Driving through seemed a bit surreal to Jenna, but it was a beautiful day to cruise with the top down. Wind in her lustrous hair and the smell of the ocean breeze. That’s how it began. It would be a much more eventful day, as Jenna soon discovered.

Driving back from a rather affluent area of Long Island, Jenna saw a young girl hitchhiking on the side of the road. As she got closer, she was intrigued and decided to give this young girl a ride.

The girl was tall, maybe five-foot-seven or eight, to Jenna’s simple five feet. She was shapely with long chestnut hair full hips, and pert round breasts. She wore a tube top and short shorts and had a tie-dyed bag slung over her shoulder.

“Hop in!” Jenna called as she pulled up next to the girl. The girl gave a smile and jumped in. Vaulting over the side of the convertible’s door and landing in the passenger’s seat.

“Where to?” Jenna asked. She was planning on cruising this road until it ended and she was forced to head back into the city.

“Just west of Lido,” said the girl in a musical voice. Jenna looked puzzled, so the girl responded. “No worries, I’ll show you where to turn. I’m Emma, by the way.”

“Jenna,” Jenna said by way of introduction. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Cool car,” Emma said, looking for a way to start a conversation.

“It’s a rental,” Jenna told her. “I’m traveling, I go back to Los Angeles in a few days.”

“Wow!” Emma exclaimed, sounding impressed. “I’ve always wanted to go to Hollywood!”

The conversation evolved into Jenna telling Emma everything she knew about Los Angeles, before chatting about her home overseas. Emma became starry-eyed at the exotic nature of her Globe-Trotting benefactor.

The scenery had just changed from beautiful residential dwellings along the highway to a rural commercial district when Emma suddenly said, “Turn there!” and pointed to a grocery store on their right side.

They drove through a closed residential area that had small canals every other street with boats and yachts of many descriptions moored at docks that were situated as the backyard of many houses.

Emma had Jenna pull up to a house on a small one-way street and stop. “This is me,” she said as she grabbed her bag and got out of the car. “Hey! You wanna come in for a while?” Emma asked.

Jenna took a moment to consider, but Emma spoke up again. “I reheat a killer knish!”

Jenna wasn’t quite sure what a knish was, but if it was good she wouldn’t mind. She hadn’t had lunch yet and could do with a bite. “Sure, why not,” Jenna accepted.

The house itself was two stories. Each story had its own entrance. But when Jenna and Emma entered from the ground floor, Jenna noticed that a staircase led up to the upper floor. It was an odd configuration as if it were an afterthought.

Emma led Jenna into the kitchen which was more of a galley style, open on one end and a set of saloon-style doors on the other. A small breakfast counter jutted out from the far wall giving a lunch counter feel to the whole affair.

“Have a seat...” Emma said, enthusiastically, as she bounced into the kitchen area. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a long-neck bottle with a golden liquid in it. “Care for a soda?” Emma asked. “This one goes well with knishes,” Jenna nodded.

To Jenna, this looked like a bottle of ale or mead, but the label read “Dr. Brown’s Cream Soda,” So the container obviously was no indicator of content. Emma then produced a paper box that contained two rather sizable puff pastries that were golden brown with a dark spot at the top. She set each on an individual plate and put each into a microwave oven in turn.

Seeing the quizzical look on Jenna’s face, Emma informed her, “It’s a flaky pastry filled with beef, peppers, onions, and spices, you’ll love it!” Jenna had to admit this girl’s enthusiasm was infectious.

When both had been heated up, Emma set the plates down on the counter and sat next to Jenna. Jenna waited for Emma to eat first. Emma dug in with gusto, so Jenna cut into the pastry and took a bite. It was savory and she thought there was garlic flavor as well.

Jenna took a sip of the soda she’d been offered and was surprised at the sweetness. It did in fact seem to Compliment the Savory flavors in the knish. The contrast between the two made for an enjoyable pairing.

They ate in silence, but when they finished, Emma did something that caught Jenna off guard at first. Emma turned to Jenna and smiled. Instead of saying anything, Emma leaned over and kissed Jenna on the lips.

Jenna was shocked and nearly fell off her stool. Emma never lost her smile but asked. “Didn’t you like that?”

“I wasn’t expecting that...” Jenna blurted out. “What was that for?”

“A thanks for taking me home,” Emma replied. “You’re really pretty and I thought...” Emma seemed at a loss for words at first, but then. Aren’t people from Europe, like all Bisexual and stuff?”

Jenna had to wonder at Emma’s choice of words, and simply said, “I’m not against it, but not my first choice,” a semblance of a smile returning to Jenna’s face.

“You mean, you don’t think I’m pretty?” Emma asked, beginning to look a bit forlorn.

“It isn’t that!” Jenna hurried to explain. “I just prefer...” she paused, then seemed to decide to go on. “I prefer big cocks. Nothing against sweet pussy, but cocks first.” Emma jumped up and immediately stripped off her tube top and dropped her shorts. She stood naked in front of Jenna, arms spread and legs apart, displaying her body as if she were an item at an auction.

Emma’s skin was smooth and only lightly tanned. Her pert C-cup breasts were perfectly formed with tiny hard nipples in the center of dark areolas. Her narrow waist gave way to ample childbearing hips.

Jenna could see that Emma’s pussy was clean and tight almost as if she were a virgin. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a thin line with an arrow pointing downward at her pussy.

“Tell me I’m not beautiful!” Emma insisted. “Tell me you don’t get wet looking at me!”

Jenna had a decision to make now. Women were not her first choice, but could she crush this girl’s spirit after she’d been so friendly and so hospitable? Jenna didn’t take long to make her choice.

Jenna stood and looked Emma up and down. The girl now stood with her fists on her hips defiantly, smiling. She was much taller than Jenna which just meant Jenna would have to be more aggressive.

In a quick motion, Jenna wrapped her arm around Emma’s waist and dragged her to the floor. Now both kneeling, they were similar height. Jenna forced her mouth onto Emma’s and began kissing her deeply.

Emma was instantly compliant and sagged into Jenna’s embrace. She began to moan softly as Jenna massaged her breasts and began sucking Emma’s tongue. Her submissive manner made Jenna that much more aggressive.

Jenna’s hands began to roam over Emma’s taught body, gently running her fingertips over Emma’s belly and down to the cleft between her legs. Jenna ran a single finger along the slit that was Emma’s outer labia.