Trying to Leave It in the Past (Closed for RoleplayMaster)

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Haley leaned back in her beach chair and laid her journal in the sand beside her. It had been a long time since she had felt so relaxed and she let a rare smile escape her lips as she sat watching the small waves, ripple towards her and splash gently on the shore. This beach had become one of her favorite escapes during the summer, especially early in the morning when she had the entire beach to herself. It was nestled in a cove, a half hour from anyplace resembling society, so even at noon on a hot summer day, the crowd would be sparse. She could read and write in peace without the bother of gawkers or lame pick up lines.

She sat still and enjoyed the peaceful sound of the waves on the shore and the cool ocean breeze caressing her lightly tanned skin. She would miss this when she moved away to college the following week. It was one of the very few things about her hometown that she would miss and seemed like the perfect place to celebrate that she was leaving this inbred shithole behind her. The flurry of wild rumors that had made her life miserable and threatened her college scholarship since she broke up with Steve would finally all be left in her past. When she met with the school's financial officer last night, he had warned her to keep out of trouble. There was no evidence that there was any truth to the rumors, but having to defend her character against such preposterous allegations had been painfully embarrassing.

She sat for a moment, letting the already warm sun bathe her face, and the salty air fill her nose and lungs as she took a few long deep breaths, before standing and walking casually down the beach. She savored the feeling of the cold water on her feet and legs and the wet sand between her toes. She took slow strides allowing her long slender legs to kick and splash through the knee deep water.

She passed an empty lifeguard stand and walked up to the concourse. She tried the ladies' room door, but as expected it was still locked. She peaked out into the still empty parking lot and then towards the path through the woods that led to lot that she had parked in, which was primarily used by fisherman that took advantage of the rocky shoreline a quarter mile down the beach. It was 8 o'clock and the gates of the main parking lot along with the ladies' room, would be closed for another hour.

She pushed on the door to the men's room as she had done many times before and walked in. The lock for the men's room had been broken since last summer. She stopped in front of the mirror and admired her new pink, black trimmed bikini. She let another smile escape her lips, pleased by how well it fit her. Until last year, she had resorted to Speedo's that were more appropriate for a competitive swimmer than a teenage girl on the beach to avoid the embarrassment of how loosely most bathing suits seemed to fit her. In the half a year between the end of her junior year and December, she had gone from an A cup to a C, and her hips from a straight line to soft, sensuous curves. It had seemed like a blessing at first, a dream come true, but she was never really comfortable with the attention it brought her and at times it felt like a curse.

Everything seemed to fit her well now. Her bikini top gave her perky breasts just a bit of added lift, accentuating her cleavage. She ran her hands down her sides, feeling they narrowed past her flat stomach and trim waist, before widening again at her hips. She turned a bit in the mirror to see how her bikini bottoms left just a bit of her ass cheek exposed. The past few months had been difficult and gave her plenty of time alone to reflect on who she was and to mentally get comfortable with her body, setting ground rules for herself to make sure she never turned into one of "those" girls.

She took the elastic out of her hair, releasing her pony tail, and letting her long, light brown hair fall down over her shoulders to the middle of her back. She wrapped the pink elastic around her wrist and walked casually into the men's showers and turned on the water, letting the cool water run through her hair and cascade down her body. Ever since she was a little girl, she always loved to get wet in the shower before jumping into the ocean. No matter how much her body had changed, she was still herself, quirks and all.

 

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Haley turned to let the cool spray hit her shoulders. She arched her back a bit, stretching her tight lower back muscles. A few strands of her wet brown hair fell in front of her face, just as it had done when she sat in the rain crying after she broke up with Steve. The clear sound of his voice mocking her with his friends still echoed in her mind months later, "I know she's a dork, but I think I'm getting close. I'm gonna hit that at least a couple times. Hey, Jimmy! Maybe when I'm done with her, I can get you a piece of that ass too." He claimed that he didn't mean any of it, that he was just joking around and probably took it a little too far, but Haley was too hurt to give him another chance. His comments had hit a little too close to home for her, mirroring her own perception of her image. She had been hit on and asked out so often since her body had developed and had turned down all of their thinly veiled, shallow motives. Steve had seemed different, sexy and popular but also sweet and sincere. He made her think that he really cared.

She shook her head to snap herself out of her flashback and brushed her hair back with her fingers. "Fucking asshole," she muttered to herself, pissed off that he could still haunt her. "He's not going to ruin another fucking day. I can't wait to be around guys with some maturity, rather than foolish boys." She took a few deep breaths, trying to clear her mind. She forced herself to think about college and all the new experiences that lie before her. She thought about Chris, one of the guys that she met at orientation. Not only was he smart, funny and nice, but he was also gorgeous. She closed her eyes and thought about having an intelligent conversation with him over a bottle of wine before...

Caught up in the moment and let her hands glide over her curves as they sunk from just below her breasts, along her sides, before letting her right hand slide into her bikini bottoms and begin to massage her clit. A soft moan escaped her lips and she arched her back a bit more. She slid her middle finger into her wet pussy a couple times before allowing it to return to her clit. She moaned softly again.

 

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Haley's fantasies were fluid, straying from mild to extreme, build up to climax to a slow tease and her fingers worked in harmony with her imagination varying speed and force seamlessly. It was like her mind knew exactly what buttons to push to drive her into a long, slow, frenzy.

She made out with Chris by candle light in a dorm room, their tongues dancing and wrestling, as they shared long, passionate kisses while he wrapped her in his loving arms. Her fingers slid slowly in and out of her pussy. She was naked in the back of a car as a tongue delicately and skillfully teased her pussy. She could tell who the other person was as their identity was hidden in the shadows, but nor did she care as she raised her hips to meet his tongue. Her fingers plunged deeper and faster, in and out as her moans grew in frequency and volume. She had her hand in the lap of a boy under the table at a nice restaurant, feeling his cock grow as she stroked him through his pants, her heart racing for fear of being caught. Her fingers slowed and moans reduced to heavy breathing as her pussy ached for more. Her left hand pushed aside the bikini top and teased her right breast, caressing her nipple gently, feeling it get hard at her touch. She was chained to a wall naked, while a masked man fondled her breasts and teased her pussy with a vibrator. She moaned loudly as her fingers moved in and out of her pussy feverishly.

She took a step back and leaned against the cool tile to help maintain her balance as she continued to drive her fingers in and out of her pussy. For a moment the feel of her skin against the wall reminded her of where she was but her imagination had pushed back any sense of reality. She was in the shower of the men's room at the beach. The shower was crowded with men that all stared at her while she showered. Some of the men began stroking themselves watching her. Some of them looked like their intentions were far more sinister. "Oh god," she moaned feeling her legs tremble beneath her.

 

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Haley was startled both by the volume and proximity of the noise that snapped her from her fantasy. Her eyes shot open and her posture straightened. She quickly, pulled her hands from her bikini bottoms and breast, and used them to brace herself against the wall as she tried to compose herself on wobbly legs. Her bikini remained disheveled, with her right breast partially exposed and her bottoms low and turned on her hips. She blinked a couple times, her big, brown eyes looking past the strands of wet hair that once again hung in her face, trying to bring the figure standing on the other side of the stream of water into focus.

She vaguely recognized the laugh that broke the relative silence and hung in the air as it echoed off the tiles for a moment before fading into the hiss of the shower. The figure came into focus, just as he spoke again. She felt a wave of panic and rage surge through her body as she recognized Mr. Gold. She had thought about what she would say, if she ever found herself face to face with him, but had always imagined the encounter would take place on equal footing. Now, her carefully crafted statements about how he had made her life miserable escaped her, only to be replaced with anger. Her breasts rose and fell with each deep breath she took, and her anger grew as began to mock her.

She wanted to lash out at him, ask him why such a slut wouldn't let his son anywhere near her pussy, or what kind of pathetic old man spends his days making up stories about a teenage girl but managed to keep her cool. She wasn't yet in a position to give him a piece of her mind. Her college was primarily concerned with making sure that her personal life wouldn't interfere with her ability to maintain her grades, and a lonely girl masturbating hardly seemed like it would be a concern, but she knew it was best to avoid police involvement. The school certainly would pause after an arrest, particularly after all she had been through.

She watched carefully as he approached her, staring at his eyes as they roamed her body before returning to meet hers. She couldn't hide her disgust when her called her "Slutty Haley," and she could tell that he noticed her reaction, however slight. She took another deep breath, struggling to keep her emotions in check. She knew she had very few options. "Mr. Gold, please, maybe we can come to some kind of understanding. Something that will allow both of us to walk out of this bathroom happy." She forced her sweet, innocent smile. "Maybe we can leave all of this behind us and we can both get a fresh start."

 

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Haley felt her muscles tense as Mr. Gold approaches her and shuts off the water, leaving an uncomfortable silence, only broken by the occasional slow drip from the faucet onto the wet tiles. She had blurted out the line about them both being happy without much of a plan and now she scrambled to think of something, anything that she could use as leverage while maintaining that smile. She could tell from the look in his eyes and the deepness of his breath that she had been naive to think that he would let her go without the indignity of some physical contact.

"You want to make me happy, Haley? Is that what you're saying?" She stood motionless as he brushed her hair from her face and slid his hand down her neck to the strings of her bikini. "Are you suggesting that once you make me happy, I will delete the pictures and videos off my phone and we walk out of this room forgetting anything ever happened?"

He obviously wasn't aware of how transparent his crusade on her looked to anyone that didn't remember his glory days as high school quarterback, or how tired the college had become of dealing with him. He overvalued the contents of his phone and Haley began to see an opportunity. Her smile softened, looking a bit more genuine as she kept her eyes focused on his. The spark in his eye gave away how much he enjoyed the feeling of control that he had over her and how much he cherished his ability to humiliate her. Her plan came into greater focus. Once she was out of that bathroom, the proof he thought he had would be meaningless since the shower area in both the men's and women's bathrooms were identical. She could handle the embarrassment of people seeing her masturbate.

She doesn't move as he begins to untie the string around her neck while he asks her what she can offer him to make her happy. "Oh, Mr. Gold, I wouldn't dream of asking you to part with the pictures or videos," she replied sweetly. "Nor would I be so bold as to ask you to forget anything. All I ask is that my parents, school and the police need not see them. You can gloat about how you were right about me, the town can mock me whenever I come home to visit, and I can go off and start relatively fresh in a new place." Haley holds her smile, "And since you're already well on your way to untying my top, I think it might make you happy to play with my breasts for a few minutes. I can just reach up here and hold on to the shower head and you can have some fun without me interfering. If I let go, I've broken my end of the bargain." She hoped the combination of continued embarrassment and the opportunity to play with her breasts would be enough to get her out of this jam, although the thought of his paws on her practically made her sick.

 

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Haley moved her hands above her head, bending her elbows at ninety degree angles and wrapped her fingers around the shower head to demonstrate the position. She hadn't anticipated how quickly Mr. Gold would jump at the offer and before she knew it her bikini top had fallen and rested on her feet. She took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of relief and embarrassment as she exhaled bracing herself for his touch. She was surprised at just how humiliated she felt as his paws began to cup, squeeze and knead her breasts while he remarked at how they had become big handfuls as though he were describing a piece of meat.

"And what happens if you break your end of the bargain and let go of that shower head? What do I get in return or what added punishment should you get for not doing as you promised?"

His question startled her. She had offered to hold onto the shower head as a way of showing that she would not interfere. It had never occurred to her that she would take her hands off or that he might try to make it some kind of challenge. She hesitated for a second unsure of how to respond before regaining her wit. "If I let go, and you haven't gone outside the parameters of your end of the bargain, you will just have to find a way to make my hands useful." She hated the sound of the words leaving her lips. She sounded like one of those girls that use their looks to get ahead, speak in double entendres and then complain that no one takes them seriously.

His hands roamed down her sides. "Hey, that wasn't..." but before she could complete her protest her bottoms were lying with her top on the floor, and her smoothly shaven pussy was exposed. "The deal was that you get to play with my breasts. Keep the touching above the waist Mr. Gold," she said with a hint of frustration in her tone. Despite her protest, she wasn't sure what she would do if he began to push the boundaries of their agreement. She could only hope that he would keep it clean. His hands moved back up to her breasts without a word, but something about his expression made her think that he was going to make this difficult on her. His breathing was getting heavier with each passing moment and she could tell he was trying to contain his excitement as he talked about her being like a porn star. His words and tone were so insulting and demeaning. Her resentment of him grew as he seemingly knew how to push her buttons. She just wanted all of this to be over.

 

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Haley tries to ignore Mr. Gold's words as he tells her how amazing her bald pussy looks, staring straight ahead. Despite feeling helpless and embarrassed, she knows that she is still wet from earlier, when she thought she was alone. She feels his hand once again leave her breasts, wondering what she will do if he continues down to her pussy, but is relieved that it comes to rest on her ass, as he gives it a squeeze. He asks if she is, "still working out ten times a day?" a clear exaggeration, and she wonders if he's implying that all of her work is just a cry for attention. She maintains her silence, choosing not to indulge him in any more banter.

Mr. Gold leans forward and begins to suck on her breasts, and an errant moan escapes her lips. She instantly hates that she showed him that brief moment of weakness, but quickly regains her focus as she feels his teeth pulling at her erect, sensitive nipples. She feels her fingers instinctively loosen their grip on the shower head, but regains control and maintains the grip. He tau ts her again, asking, "How long has it been since you've let someone give you pleasure with their mouth on these big tits of yours, dear?" Again, she chooses not to answer but she knows it has been a long, long time, long before her breasts had really gotten big and long before she dated the man's son.

 

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Haley cursed herself for allowing that moan to escape her lips. Her brown eyes focused on the yellowish tile on the wall across the shower and the smaller brown accent tiles that were just about at eye level, as she tried to ignore the liberties that she was allowing her nemesis to take with her body. She struggled to maintain some level of grace in her humiliation, but her pride was bruised and there was nothing at all graceful about her appearence and she know it. Her hands grew tired from their tense grip on the shower head, and her gaze drooped a bit as she struggled to keep her chin held high. The light skin on her breasts briefly showed his hand prints as he roughly grabbed and squeezed at them and she could feel his tight grip on her ass, a subtle reminder of who was in control.

He mocked how she had moaned and inferred that she had wanted him to hear it. He dared her to confess how long it had been since she had been pleasured, knowing that any answer would only result in more ridicule. He complemented how smoothly her pussy had been shaved in a tone that seemed to question why such an innocent girl would go through the trouble of shaving her most private area, and renewed Haley's fears that Mr. Gold may push the boundaries of their agreement. She wondered where she would draw the line.

His taunts battered her, each one weighing on her confidence, pushing her emotions to the point where even she couldn't tell when and how they'd be released. Would she break into a violent rage, fall to the ground in a puddle of tears, give in to feelings of longing that had so missed a man's touch, laugh uncontrollably, vomit on the floor?

The feel of the rough skin on his fingertips slowly sliding around her hips shook all of those thoughts from her mind, leaving it blank. She was on edge, tense, and held her breath to prevent another moan for escaping as his fingers lightly brushed her pussy. All of her muscles wanted badly to flinch, whether from disgust or pleasure but she maintained control, standing motionless as he commented about how naughty it was for her to be so wet. Her voice cracked as she spoke between shallow breathes, "Mr. Gold, that was not part of our agreement." He seemed to ignore her as he continued to tease her pussy and he mouth eagerly began to kiss, suck on and nibble on her breasts. She was better prepared for him this time but had to fight to keep her hands on that shower head, willing herself to hang on.

 

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Haley's words not only failed to deter Mr. Gold, but seemed to embolden his actions. She felt his finger slide in her pussy, as she let out a slight gasp of surprise and struggled to keep her composure while his finger slid in and out of her tight, wet pussy. His words, "The only agreement we have is you holding that shower head or using your hands any way I direct you," thrust the reality upon her that while she had proposed an agreement, he had never technically agreed. Now she found herself in a position with no leverage at all, and she kicked herself for overlooking this earlier. She was starting to panic and wondered how far he would take this. His mouth returned to her breasts, sucking at them much more vigorously than before. She winced as his teeth repeatedly grabbed hold of her hard nipples and pulled on them roughly. She could feel her fingers aching to release the shower head, and was a bit relieved when he halted his assault on her breasts for a moment.

The choice that he gave her was really a no brainer. She had no interest in having anyone's anything in her ass, especially not this asshole's finger. The only question in her mind was whether she could bring herself to kiss those despicable lips that continue to mock and taunt her. He moved close to her and she could feel his finger moving back towards her ass. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the situation she was in and force her lips towards his. She leaned leaned in, her full soft lips meeting his, gently at first then with an open mouth, her tongue gliding along his lips, until they parted and accepted her tongue, as it danced playfully his his mouth. With all of her focus on the kiss, she let another moan slip from her lips as she kissed him passionately and repeatedly.

 

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Haley tried with every ounce of her being to forget the identity of the man she was kissing, hoping that she could convince him that she were losing control or maybe she was just trying to convince herself that this was all part of her plan. The truth was that the man knew just how to push her buttons and she was teetering between hate and lust. She desperately wanted his finger out of her pussy and tongue out of her mouth, but when either disappeared for even a moment, she longed for them to return. Occasionally she found herself searching out for that tongue, before catching herself and pulling back just a bit. She had lost all control of her moans the moment her mouth opened to kiss him and she wondered if that had been part of his plan. With each moan, his tongue and fingers seemed to get more aggressive.

She struggled to keep her fingers wrapped around the shower head, uncertain of what he may have her do with them if she were to let go. She could feel the shower head move in and out of the wall as she pulled and pushed and squeezed it with each moan. Her mind was swimming, trying to process everything that was happening.