Original Notes from the Author of How Kristen spend her summer vacation
Kristen Chapter #14: Helpful Hands
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Kristen arrives at work
Right now, Kristen wished she were a coffee drinker. There was a faint light growing in the eastern sky, but the road was dark and empty, and her eyelids felt very heavy.
The invigorating effect of the mornings cold shower had faded quickly once she got onto the road. She had rolled down her window, hoping that the brisk morning air would help her to stay awake. It had helped a little, but now she felt chilly. She wished she had dressed in something more substantial than the tank top and shorts she was wearing. Of course, soon she would be wearing nothing at all. She shivered a little at the thought. The day would warm up quickly enough once the sun was up, but now it was just plain cold.
The drive seemed longer this morning than it had on Saturday. She couldnt handle this long commute every morning. Because of the early start today, she hoped to have much of the afternoon free to look for a nearby place to live. She shook her head groggily, trying to clear the fog from her mind. She had to find a place, and soon.
The route was circuitous and confusing. She had almost concluded that she had already passed the beach when she finally saw the Black Knife Beach sign. With a sigh of relief, she turned onto the short gravel road that connected to the beachs parking lot.
She parked near the stairs at the top of the steep trail down to the beach. When she cut off the engine, she paused to take several deep breaths. She pinched her cheeks, and lightly slapped them with both hands. She pumped her arms vigorously, trying to stimulate her sluggish circulation. Unless she could shake off this drowsiness, it was going to be a very long day. She picked up the large paper bag on the seat beside her. She had packed a small lunch, a couple clean towels and a bottle of suntan lotion.
She shivered as she stepped out of the car. The asphalt surface of the parking lot felt surprisingly cold under her bare feet. She stepped quickly to the rear of the car and opened the trunk. In the darkness, it took her a moment to find her shoes amid the clutter. She pulled her clean socks from the pocket of her shorts, and perched awkwardly on the cars rear bumper. She brushed the dirt from the sole of each foot before pulling on the sock and putting on the shoe. Her chill seemed to dissipate quickly once she had her shoes on.
When she stood at the top of the stairs and looked down to the beach below, her heart quailed. It was so dark. The trail had been challenging in daylight; now it seemed impassable. On the beach far below, she could see light spilling from the open doorway of the lifeguard station. Someone was there already.
Kristen studied the sky, and the growing glow in the east. It didnt seem like enough light, but someone had already been able to make it down. Nervously, she started down the steps. When she reached the narrow gravel path at the foot of the staircase, she was pleasantly surprised to discover that she could see well enough to make her way down the trail. Distant objects were indistinct and dim, but the path immediately ahead was visible enough, and the sky continued to brighten while she made the descent.
She had forgotten just how physically demanding the trail was. She was in robust good health, but halfway down the slope, her heart was pounding and she was breathing heavily. This was strenuous exercise. By the end of the summer, she thought wryly, she would be either in the best condition of her life, or dead.
When she reached the base of the cliff, Kristen paused for a moment to catch her breath. In this pale light, the beach looked extraordinarily beautiful, in an eerie sort of way. It was almost as if the sea and the white sand glimmered with a ghostly light all their own. She looked down the length of the beach. So far as she could tell, there wasnt a soul anywhere on the beach. She looked up at the massive back cliff looming behind her, then back at the strangely luminescent beach. She smiled. No one was seeing thisno one but her.
She approached the lifeguard station on a fairly indirect path. She was reveling in the magical light on the beach, and wasnt particularly eager to get inside. Besides, it was still dark and quiet, and she didnt want to startle whomever was inside. She walked on a long arc across the sand, keeping her distance from the building, until she reached a point where she had a clear view through the open doorway.
She saw Beth seated at the desk just inside the door, apparently busy with some sort of paperwork. She could see that Beth was topless, but the position of the desk prevented her from seeing whether Beth was bottomless, as well. She couldnt know for certain, but Kristen reasoned that under the circumstances it was very probable that Beth was completely nude. To her surprise, Kristen felt her cheeks growing hot.
A nervous flutter began to grew in the pit of her stomach. The sight of Beth working naked in the little office brought reality home more vividly than any of the surreal events of the weekend. She felt her heart pounding rapidly. It was Monday morning at Black Knife Beach. She knew what that meant.
Kristen walked slowly toward the open door. About a dozen yards from the doorway, she coughed, to avoid startling Beth when she walked through the door.
Beth looked up from her work with a puzzled expression.
Whats the deal, Beth? Kristen said as she stepped up to the door. Do you live down here, or what?
Beth smiled brightly. Kristen, you made it! she said, rising to greet her. Kristens speculation was confirmedBeth, of course, was totally nude.
You sound surprised, Kristen said. Did you think I wasnt going to make it?
Well Beth pondered for a moment. Lets just say I had a great deal of confidence in you. Im really glad youre here.
Kristen stepped into the room and squinted in the artificial light. She tried to stifle a yawn. Thanks for your confidence, Beth. You know, I had to come back today. She yawned again. II couldnt let you down.
Are you awake? Beth asked, grinning.
Kristen shook her head to clear the cobwebs. Oh, Ill be okay. Im not used to getting up this early. Its quite a drive out here. And I didnt sleep very well last night.
Beth gave Kristen a serious look. So, tell me, Kristen, she said soberly, how was your weekend? Any trauma from your parents?
Kristen laughed and rolled her eyes. You wouldnt believe me if I told you, she said. Sometime Ill have to tell you all about it. For now, its enough to say that my parents have been very supportivemore than supportive, actually. She glanced around the office and through the door into the locker room. So, am I the first one here? she asked.
Beth nodded. First one. Youre almost half an hour early. I came down to make sure the place was open when everyone started to arrive, and I wanted to finish up some of this paperwork.
Did you get my locker combination yet? Kristen asked.
Beth shook her head. No, she said, but youll appreciate this. She picked up the telephone and held the receiver out to Kristen.
Kristen looked at Beth with a puzzled expression. What is it? she asked.
A dial tone, Beth answered. The phones have been connected. When the offices downtown open at nine oclock, well be able to call and get your combination. She put the receiver back on the hook. In the meantime, she said, theres one locker back there with a broken lock. You can put your stuff in there, if you want. Nobodys going to bother it.
Okay, Kristen said, stifling another yawn.
If it will make you feel any better, Beth said, we usually dont start this early. The first couple days are kind of unusual, because we have to do a lot of work getting things ready for the season. We like to get an early start because some of it is hot work, and we want to avoid the worst of the afternoon heat.
When do we get off this afternoon? Kristen asked.
Well be done for the day at two oclock today and tomorrow, Beth replied. Starting Wednesday, well start our shift at 8 oclock, and youll be able to get back to a more normal sleep schedule. But you wont have any trouble sleeping tonight. Youre going to be plenty tired by the end of the day.
Kristen nodded. Well, right now Im just sleepy. Ill be fine once the sun is up and I have something to do.
Well start the day today right at six oclock with a crew meeting, Beth said. Well plan out todays work, make introductions, and so on. She looked narrowly into Kristens eyes. Everybody has to be in uniform for that. You know what that means, right?
Oh, yes, Kristen said, with a rueful smile. I know what that means. Naked.
Would you like me to close the door so you can have a little privacy? Beth asked.
Kristen hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. No, she said, Ive grown up a little this weekend.
Beth smiled. Kristen turned and walked back to the locker room.
The broken locker wasnt difficult to find. Kristen sat down on the bench before the locker and removed her tennis shoes. On Saturday, the shoes had been brilliantly white and spotless. Now she felt a little embarrassed by their appearance, scuffed and grimy, probably from the rough cliffside trail. She peeled off her socks and put them inside the shoes, then put the shoes on the floor of the broken locker.
As she pulled her tank top off over her head, the uneasy tickling sensation in the pit of her stomach started to grow. By now the sensation was a familiar one, and not entirely unpleasant. She hung the top inside the locker.
She glanced through the doorway into the little office. No one else had arrived yet.
She quickly unfastened her bra and slipped it off. The tickle in her gut grew stronger. On Saturday, she remembered, the air on her bare breasts had made her feel cold. Now it felt refreshing.
With another quick glance through the open locker room door, she unfastened the snap on her shorts. She had to pause for a moment as the sensation low in her stomach grew stronger and swept over her entire body. For several seconds, she found it difficult to breathe. She hooked her thumbs inside her panties, and swiftly lowered shorts and panties together. She folded each item neatly and put it into the locker.
She opened the brown paper bag she had brought with her, and withdrew her bottle of suntan lotion. Glancing periodically through the open door, she applied the sunscreen carefully. She rubbed it onto her arms, and onto the backs of her hands. She rubbed it onto her stomach, and onto her breasts. She applied a little extra to the sensitive skin around her nipples, which stiffened as she rubbed the lotion on. She rubbed sunscreen onto her calves and her feet. She was even careful to get lotion between her toes. She stood so she could spread lotion to all parts of her thighs. From her thighs, she worked the lotion up over her hips and her buttocks.
She blushed, recalling her mothers advice about the importance of thoroughness in applying the sunscreen. Once again she looked through the open doorway, then she stepped around the corner to the end of the row of lockers. Out of the direct line of sight through the door, she carefully applied the lotion to the furrow between her buttocks, and to the delicate area between her legs, reddening all the time.
When she was satisfied that she had covered every inch of flesh that she could reach, Kristen stepped up to the locker room doorway. Beth, she said, could you help me put some sunscreen on my back?
Beth looked up from her paperwork and smiled. Sure, no problem, she said. Itll be just one minute. She turned her attention back to the papers before her, and started to write something.
At that instant, a tall, sandy-haired man with an imposing physique stepped through the office door, dressed in loose tan trousers and a white polo shirt. Reflexively, Kristen cringed. One hand moved to cover her pubic region, and the other flew up to hide her breasts.
Hi, Beth, the man said brightly. He noticed Kristen in the corner of his eye. He turned his head to the locker room door, smiled, and nodded to Kristen. Hello, he said pleasantly.
Hi, Don, Beth said, rising to greet him. Good to see you again. Say, I have my hands full here, she said, indicating the papers spread across the desk. Could you give Kristen a hand with her sunscreen?
Oh, sure, Don replied, with a big smile. No trouble at all. Ill help her, and she can help me.