Beach Beauties




It had been a hot, sunny day on the beaches of the Mediterranean. As the sun
was beginning to set the crowds were beginning to depart to prepare for the
hot nightlife.

On the water were two figures on windsurfers, getting in one last wave. On the
beach, picking up a blanket and bag loaded with lotions, a hat, and assorted
items was Rebecca.

Her beach robe covered her torso but looking at her legs it was evident that
she was a fit lady.

Rebecca has been coming to this beach for a few years now and she always finds
each experience better than the last time. To engrossed in picking up her
belongings she doesn't see one of the surfers coming up behind her. "Hey,
watch it." Rebecca's elbow accidentally nudged the other person. She mutters
an apology without even looking up.

Suddenly she feels an arm on her shoulder. "What did you say?" Rebecca is
pulled up by her robe. In front of her is a tall, blonde in a wetsuit. "I said
sorry." The blonde studies the brunette. "I know you don't I?" The brunette
stands all the way up to her 5' 8" height and carefully studies the other
woman. "Maybe, I used to be a windsurfing instructor here a while back." A
smile crosses the blonde's face. "That's how I know you. I'm Pepse."
Immediately a look of recognition comes to Rebecca's face. "Oh yes I remember
you. I'm Rebecca." The blonde frowns for a moment and then looks down. "Oh
yes. The one who calls herself Ironwoman. So still beating up guys to get
action?" An angry glare crosses the brunette's face. "I never need to beat up
anyone to get it. This body gets me all I can handle. Or don't you remember
the last time?"

The last time was a couple of years ago and the two ladies were both
instructors. Pepse , 5'11", 38DD-24-36, and a toned 140 was always being
compared to Rebecca. It was only natural since both ladies were from the
British Isles. Rebecca from Great Britian and Pepse from Scotland. Rebecca was
a very hard 155 with a 36D-23-36 physique. Towards the end of that summer the
other staff members egged both beauties on to try each others power. Pepse
agreed, only because she was curious as well and Rebecca was always game to
show off. They decided to armwrestle. The staff cleared off a table in the
lockerroom and pulled up chairs for both ladies. Since both were in one piece,
black suits, everyone would get a good view of the power in these two ladies.

After finally getting a good grip someone counted down and the battle was on.
Neither gained an advantage early. Both women looked straight into the other's
eyes trying to will her opponent to quit, but they had to much pride. After 30
seconds Pepse started to pull Rebecca's am down, Rebecca fought back, grunts
and moans echoed off the walls as they struggled. The other staff members were
hooting and hollering for their favorite. At about 50 seconds or so in Rebecca
powered Pepse to the three quarters position. Pepse tried to fight back but
with a last mighty pull Rebecca pinned the blonde's arm to the table.
Exhausted both ladies kept their positions until finally they were able to
release the grip. Rebecca was ecstatic in her victory. Pepse was cheered for
her effort but was disappointed in losing.

Back on the beach Pepse says, "Yeah I remember" in a heavy Scottish brogue.
"You were lucky." Rebecca laughs. "Care to try again then?" Pepse smiles, "Why
not? Not here though. I am in cottage four, meet me there in a half hour."
"Done", says Rebecca walking away.

At the appointed time Rebecca knocks on the door of cottage four. "Come in."
Opening the door Rebecca sees Pepse in the living room moving furniture. She
is dressed in a long silk robe so Rebecca cannot see how she may have changed
over the past couple of years. Rebecca had on her terry cloth robe with a
leopard print bikini under it. She figured Pepse would run at the sight of her
hard body.

Pepse looked up as Rebecca entered the living room. "Almost set." Rebecca
looked around. It wasn't a palace but it served it's purpose. "I'll just put
my things over here." Laying down her purse and slipping off her sandals.
Pepse looked up and said fine.

As Pepse finished moving the sofa she motioned Rebecca over. "Well you going
to take off that robe or are you to ashamed to show what you have?" Rebecca
whipped the cord off the rob and throw the robe to the floor. "I don't think
so." As she flexed her biceps to their full 15 inches. Pepse looked on and
just smiled. She dropped her robe, revealing a tight, fit body with nice
abdominals and firm arms encased in a gold thong bikini. She flexed and
smiled. "Come on let's get started." The blonde motioned for Rebecca to lay on
the floor with her. Looking at each other both women could feel the adrenaline
starting to take over, a slight sheen of perspiration starting to form over
their bodies. Pepse placed her hand up waiting for Rebecca to get settled.
"Anxious to lose again are we?" Pepse looked up. "Get down here. Let's see who
is Ironwoman." Rebecca joined her rival on the floor and slowly locked up with
her. Both started squeezing at contact. This would be a test of will as well
as endurance and strength. With both down on the floor the height difference
was negated. This was pure power on power. Pepse put her head down as she
struggled to pull Rebecca's arm down. Rebecca's bicep started to swell as she
increased her power. Peeps started to bite her lower lip as she felt her arm
going down. "This is power hon." Sneered Rebecca. Fighting with all her might
Pepse could not prevent the inevitable. Slamming the arm down so hard, almost
flipping Pepse over, Rebecca let out a loud yell. "I guess you lose again."
Pepse laid on the carpet and just stared at her opponent. Her emotions were
running high . "You do have strong arms. How about your legs?" Laying on her
back Pepse lifted her right leg high, the blonde's thigh and calf muscles
tensed. Rebecca gleefully joined her ready to lock up. In a flash it was over.
Rebecca slammed the leg down hard and kept it pinned for a minute. "Ready to
admit I am the best?" The blonde glared and said "Never." Rebecca applied more
pressure. The leg now starting to cramp up. Pepse was in pain. "Alright. You..
Are. ...the... best...bitch." Rebecca sat up and pulled the leg back. "What
did you say?"

Pepse looked up, "Bitch." The brunette stood up and twisted the right leg over
into a painful toe hold. "Now you will find out what a bitch I can be." Pepse
was slapping the carpet and howling in pain. Rebecca just smiled down at her
victim and smiled. Releasing the hold she kicked the exposed thigh with her
powerful right leg and stood over the blonde. Rolling on the floor and in pain
Pepse looked for an escape. Rebecca grabbed a handful of hair. "Playtime has
just started. You will please me or you will suffer more pain." Panic stricken
Pepse didn't know what to do. "I...can't..." pleaded Pepse. "You have no
choice." Flipping the blonde over and placing her strong thighs around her
head. Now lick like your life depends on it." Pulling the bikini brief aside.
Pepse was horrified. She tried to turn her head but she was trapped between
the firm, muscular thighs. "I'm waiting." Said Rebecca as she shoved the
blonde's head into her pussy. "MMMF", Pepse was struggling to get away.
Rebecca pulled her in harder forcing the other woman to lick her or smother.
Pepse had no choice. She feverishly began licking at the brunette's hot pussy.
"That's a good girl, ooooh,..yeah". Pepse was being humiliated like never
before. Rebecca started to grind her hips into the blonde's face.
"Faster...Deeper...Y.E...S. With a tremendous shudder the brunette let loose
with a long and powerful orgasm. Still holding Pepse, sweat pouring between
her breasts, a glow comes over Rebecca. "Now you will be my toy for the rest
of my stay." Pepse fell back on the carpet, her face covered with Rebecca's
love juices. Sobbing the defeated and humiliated Pepse slowly nodded her head.
"Yes..Mistress Ironwoman." Rebecca gingerly caressed her new toy and prepared
to enjoy the rest of her vacation.