Chapter Text
Well, I got the notion, girl
That you got some sun-tan lotion in that bottle of yours
Spread it all over my peelin' skin, baby
That feels real good
All this skirt, lappin' up the sun, lap me up
Why don't you come on and lap me up?
"Peaches" by The Stranglers
Coming to this beach had been a mistake; Carol knew this as soon as she sat down on her blanket, reaching into her tote to find she’d forgotten her sunscreen and that this was an optional nude beach. Those two realizations hit her across the face like two sharp slaps – one with the palm and one that swung back around, backhanded.
She had brought a large umbrella – lugged it with great difficulty from the rental kiosk. Carol had felt like an idiot when she realized she had to carry it over by herself, but was now glad for the struggle; it'd keep her from getting burnt to a crisp for at least an hour. That was unless she could ask one of these nude Europeans for some sunscreen. Jesus.
A man walked by her in only a tight red Speedo and she groaned, burying her face in her hands.
So far Carol’s trip to Romania had gone without many hitches, despite the fact that she was essentially forced to take this vacation by Val – her work had apparently been suffering for long enough. Val’s words, not hers. The last draft she'd sent over had been half-assed and reeking with depression – she'd killed Raban twice in the span of ten pages – which is why Val had put her foot down and made her book a vacation. Something European, she said, so of course Carol booked the cheapest version of it just to be contrarian.
So that's where Carol found herself; at a fucking nude beach in fucking Romania. All this, with no sunscreen. Poetic, almost.
From her peripheral, she could see a figure slink over – but through her irritation, clattering around through her tote, she missed as it settled nearby. So close, in fact, that if Carol stretched her left leg out, she'd be touching tanned skin. Why exactly did she bring four paperbacks to a jaunt down to the beach was a question for the ages.
She was still grumbling to herself when a towel fluttered down, bright blue, upon the gritty sand. Carol blinked, suddenly aware of the woman spread out on it; long, brunette, looking completely as ease as she slowly undid the tie on the back of her blue bikini. If Carol had the wherewithal, she'd notice that the color matched the towel beneath the woman.
Unfortunately, Carol could only watch helplessly as the garment fell away from the woman's flawless skin. From her vantage point, Carol could see the woman's breast in outline – taut skin, pink nipples, and a devastating lack of a tanline.
The two books in her hand fell onto her towel with a double thump. The woman's eyes slowly met her own in amusement. Carol immediately glanced away in embarrassment – it was a miracle she didn't give herself whiplash.
“Totul e în regulă?” she asked. Carol had to mentally fortify herself before turning back, deep breaths and all.
Her eyes avoided anything below the neck – honestly anything nearing the woman at all. Carol was looking straight over her shoulder while she eked out a terse, “Sorry, just English.”
The woman’s brows rose, "Ach. Mówię tylko po polsku, rosyjsku i rumuńsku. Przepraszam. Ech…” she trailed off, squinting slightly, “sorry?”
“Oh. Sorry. Yeah,” Carol blinked, eyes once again straying downwards towards the woman’s breasts before springing upwards to her eyes. Amusement lit the woman’s expression again. “I caught Polish, I think. You're Polish?” Carol thought back to her grandmother, yelling at her in something that was akin to what the woman was speaking and tried, “You… uh… Polski?”
The woman's eyes lit up, “Tak! Tak! Jestem Polką! Nazywam się Zosia,” she said. Her hand touched her clavicle, tapping. “Zosia.”
“Oh, uh –” Carol copied the movement after painfully ripping her eyes away from the woman’s nipples again, shakily tapping her clavicle with a finger. “Carol.” Why did she have to look like a fucking model? Did all Polish people look like models, or just this specific one tanning nudely on a nude beach in Romania?
The woman – Zosia – extended her hand, half of her arm shaded now by the umbrella that sat above Carol. She looked at the sharp contrasting line on Zosia’s skin before taking her warm hand in her own. Carol’s hand was sweaty – maybe from the heat, maybe from holding hands with a half-naked woman. Who could really know at this point?
“Nice to, uh,” Carol glanced upwards at the yellow plasticky fabric of the umbrella when Zosia bent forward attentively, the skin of her abdomen stretching and bunching attractively, “meet you. Nice to meet you. Zosia.” Were guns legal in Romania? Carol wanted to shoot herself in the head.
“Miło cię poznać, Carol,” Zosia said with a smile, her hand releasing itself from Carol’s slowly. She probably said the same thing as Carol, but it sounded so nice coming from Zosia’s lips. All those ‘s’s and ‘z’s of the language making her mouth move deliciously–
No. No, no.
Now was not the time to be an absolute freak. Carol was in a foreign country all alone, on a nude beach. Who knew if this woman was a honeypot sent over to human traffic Carol —
No, that would be ridiculous. And sort of… racist? Xenophobic?
Plus, how would anyone know Carol's exact type? It's not like she advertised it. If anything, she did her best to convey the opposite to her fans in order to sell more. And it was laughable to think that anyone would recognize her in the middle of nowhere, Romania. And on top of it all, Carol at least felt secure in the fact she wasn't in a relationship – nothing to be revealed other than her increasingly unhinged porn searches.
Zosia smiled pleasantly at Carol once again before digging into her own totebag. She pulled out a bottle of suntan lotion with a flourish. “Czy mogłabyś posmarować mi plecy?” She mimed rubbing a hand over her arm.
“Oh,” Carol floundered for a moment. “You want me to…?” She copied the motion and Zosia nodded.
“Tak, tak,” she said, twisting slightly to point to her back. “Nie sięgam pleców.”
“Oh – yeah. Your back. Makes, uh, makes sense.” Carol shakily took the bottle from the woman’s grasp with a nod. She watched as Zosia settled onto her towel, the font of her body pressing down against the blue terry cloth with ease. Carol could feel her heart beating in her fucking cunt at the thought of actually touching this woman’s flawless back – rubbing lotion into her tanned skin.
Fuck, fuckfuckfuck –
Slowly, Carol shuffled over out of the shade on her knees with a swallow. She opened the bottle in her hands with a soft click and dumbly looked down at the tanned expanse of Zosia’s bare back. She steeled herself with gritted teeth and poured the cool liquid onto her left hand – oily and thin, smelling of coconuts and every single summer vacation Carol had as an adult.
Zosia peeked over her shoulder, “Wszystko dobrze?" Good?
“Oh yeah, uh, really, uh, dobrze. Just warming my hands up,” Carol held her hands up, coated with the suntan lotion. She sounded like a fucking idiot. Jesus. If Zosia didn't think she was a freak before, she certainly did now.
Carol rubbed her hands together for another moment before taking a deep breath and pressing her palms against Zosia’s warm back. The woman twitched at the sensation of the slightly cool lotion.
“Sorry, sorry,” Carol said, sliding her hands up and down Zosia’s back slowly. Fucking god, she was smoother than she looked. Zosia hummed when Carol’s thumbs absentmindedly dug into her shoulder blades.
“Oh, tak,” she said lowly. “Please?” And the accented voice of it all made Carol powerless to do anything except agree.
“You, uh, okay. Again, yeah. Why not?” Carol could think of worse things than giving a beautiful topless woman a massage while she rubbed suntan lotion into her skin. If anything, Carol should double check if she wasn't actually having some heat-stroke induced hallucination.
She discreetly pinched her thigh, lotion making her skin slippery where she touched. Nope, she was awake. Carol wasn't sure if that was better or worse as Zosia audibly moaned when Carol pressed down on the muscles of her shoulders again.
Jesus fuck.
Not even the sight of the Speedo wearing old man walking by again could temper her immediate jump in libido at the feeling of Zosia squirming beneath her hands.
Her eyes traced down the length of the woman’s spine, down to the waistband of her bikini bottoms – bright blue against her skin and barely covering her… assets.
Carol’s hands moved downwards before she had the wherewithal to stop herself, thumbs digging in just above Zosia’s waistband right above the swell of her ass.
“Oh,” Zosia gasped, “Tak dobrze, tak dobrze, Carol –” Carol could see the way her hips suddenly pressed forward against the towel beneath her. Oh god–
Was this turning Zosia on as much as it was turning Carol on?
The thought was almost absurd. A woman who looked like that, who sounded like that, reduced to a shaking mess at the mere touch of Carol’s hands against her skin. But it was real, it was actually happening, and she watched with disbelief as Zosia shimmied out of her bikini bottoms. The lack of the tan line along her waist showed she did this often – the problem was that Carol didn't know what to do with the sight in front of her.
What exactly did she do right in a past life to end up right here?
Zosia looked over her shoulder at Carol once more, eyebrows raised. “Wszystko dobrze?”
“Super duper dobrze. Uh – I mean – Jesus –”
Zosia settled back down, dropping her bottoms onto the gritty sand beside her towel. Carol watched as she let out a heavy sigh, left hand reaching backwards to drag Carol’s still hand down.
And she was dragging it down low.
Oh, motherfucking –
Carol audibly whimpered when her hand made contact with the warm, smooth skin of Zosia’s ass. Her head quickly shot up to see if anyone was watching them. This was getting – this was a lot. Carol could feel the throbbing between her thighs pick up. Fucking fuck, but it seemed as though most of the beach had cleared out a bit, or that the suntanners had settled further down and away from where Carol and Zosia were set up.
Zosia relaxed against the towel once again when Carol continued with her ministrations, stiffening though when Carol’s knuckles pressed down.
“Ah –” she gasped, hips jerking forward again. “Carol…” she trailed off, hips wiggling, “proszę.”
“I'm…” Carol swallowed, hands trailing down to the backs of Zosia’s thighs. “You've gotta tell me…” she winced, “Fucking language barrier –”
Zosia's hand, as if in response to her words, reached backwards again to pull Carol’s hand between her legs from behind, allowing her to feel the sopping wetness gathering there.
“Oh, fucking –” Carol sucked in a sharp breath in tandem with Zosia. “Christ.”
She pulled back immediately – this was – there were people – this was fucking insane. And the most insane part was that Carol wanted it. Wanted it so badly, her finger found its way to her lips to taste this stranger’s slickness. It was good. Too good to be real, her taste delectably sharp and sweet and tinged with coconut from the lotion all over Carol’s hands. Carol wanted to bury her mouth between her legs so badly, the thought seared through her body as if it were physical.
“Carol…” Zosia had sat up to look at her, body now facing Carol’s – nipples peaked, goosebumps on her lotion-slick skin. Carol’s eyes immediately flicked downward to the junction of her thighs, to the coarse dark hair and the wetness that dampened the trimmed curls there as her thighs spread for her. She could see Zosia searching for her words, what she wanted to say next, as her blazing dark eyes took in the sight of Carol’s finger in her mouth. “I want –” she winced, her ‘w’ sounding like a ‘v’. A barrier.
Carol swallowed, nodding. Her hand fell from her mouth and she glanced at their surroundings again before jerking her head towards the area she had set up beneath the umbrella. The shade and Carol’s additional towel might be able to shield them from the sparse throng of people on the beach.
“Tak–” Zosia said, “Yes, I want… yes…” Her eyes screwed shut as she nodded, her breath coming out quicker than it had been before. She scrambled after Carol, and into the shade provided by the umbrella. They both stared at each other, trying to figure out the best way to move forward. Carol just knew needed to fuck this woman and quickly.
Carol settled back into the spot she'd been in previously, back pressed against her large tote to prop herself up. “C’mere,” she said, feeling drunk off of whatever this was. Zosia immediately lay against her, back snug against the front of Carol’s body. Even through her tank top and shorts, she could feel the searing sensation of Zosia’s bare skin against her.
She grabbed the additional towel, throwing it over Zosia’s body.
“Potrzebuję twoich palców,” she panted, hand grabbing Carol’s left hand and pressing it against her warm abdomen. She guided it up to her breast, nipple pebbled beneath Carol’s palm. Zosia’s nails pressed against the back of Carol’s hand as she pinched a nipple between her index and thumb.
“Dobrze?” Carol asked clunkily – she'd caught two things in Polish and was going to use them ad nauseum; good and yes. She didn't need anything else. There was no way in fucking hell she'd be saying no to this absolute supermodel of a woman.
Zosia whined and nodded, body squirming above Carol, perfectly pressing back against Carol’s clit because of course she was.
“Fucking –” Carol hissed, head dropping backwards against her totebag, hitting the back of her head against a corner of one of her books painfully. She barely registered it as Zosia pulled her hand between her legs again. Somehow, impossibly, she was wetter than before. “Jesus, Zosia,” Carol panted, her hips bucking upwards against the woman’s nude body.
“Kurwa –” Zosia choked out when Carol’s index finger shallowly pressed into her cunt. She twitched back against Carol, head falling back against her clavicle as she jerked her pelvis upwards to try to chase Carol’s finger; to press it further into herself.
When Carol curled her finger inwards, she felt the woman tighten immediately.
“Potrzebuję więcej – jeszcze jednego palca – mmh, more,” Zosia whined. “More, more. Proszę.” Please.
Carol knew that one too.
So she did just that; quickly pressing another finger into the woman with her next stroke. Zosia was shaking now, a sweat beading at her brow, at the nape of her neck as she panted. As she fucked herself onto Carol’s fingers, body moving in the exact way to drive Carol absolutely fucking insane.
The palm of Carol’s hand brushed against Zosia’s clit at the next thrust – specifically because Zosia had desperately jerked into it to meet Carol’s fingers.
“Ah–” she threw her head back against Carol’s shoulder again. Her body began trembling when Carol’s other hand reached up to graze the sweat-damp skin of her chest, skimming against a pert nipple. “Tak – ahh –”
“Shh,” Carol slowed her hand, “I don't want to stop, you have to be quiet. Shh.”
“Mmh,” Zosia groaned, “Nie mogę – potrzebuję –” Her breath hitched suddenly, back arching against Carol as she tensed. A strangled sound made its way out from between her lips as she shook, her cunt tightening around Carol’s fingers in a vice-grip. Was she–?
“Oh, fuck,” Carol groaned at the sensation of a rush of wetness seeping out of Zosia’s cunt, soaking Carol’s hand to the wrist. She'd never managed to – Jesus – this was fucking insane. The best fucking sex she'd had and it was with a stranger on a public nude beach in Romania.
Zosia groaned, hips still gyrating – fucking herself slowly onto Carol’s fingers again. Another? They were so going to get arrested for public indecency if that shit existed in this country. And it probably did – so Carol put a palm against Zosia’s mouth when she began panting loudly again.
“Please, fuck – you have to be – I don't want to get caught –"
But Zosia, in the throes of her pleasure, didn't care. Maybe didn't understand either, because her moans were barely stymied by Carol’s palm – loud enough to have a flock of birds scatter from nearby. Oh, this was just fucking absurd –
Carol pulled out, ignoring Zosia’s whining protests and flipped them over with more coordination than she'd been anticipating. Zosia was now beneath her, the two of them still covered by the large beach towel while Carol stared down at the out of breath woman.
“I said be quiet – do you understand ‘shh’? Shh, Zosia. Shh.” Carol clapped a hand over Zosia’s mouth in show. Zosia nodded, eyes wide. “So if I,” Carol took her hand off, “you'll stay ‘shh’?”
Zosia nodded quickly, “Tak, tak. Będę cicho. Proszę.” She put her own hand over her mouth to really make sure Carol knew she wasn't lying.
“Good,” Carol said before ducking beneath the towel and tonguing her way down her neck. Zosia jerked at the sensation, whimpering quietly beneath her own palm. Carol bit down lightly before continuing downwards, licking a broad stripe across Zosia’s left nipple as her fingers returned to her cunt.
To anyone else, it would look like they were taking a nap; Carol on her chest, eyes tightly closed, while Zosia lay as still as she was able to beneath her. The large towel was still draped over them, obscuring their movements rather well, all things considered. Her hand had dropped from her mouth after she'd come a second time – now simply chasing a lazy third while Carol fucked her slowly.
Carol felt like she was going to die if she didn't come soon, but the idea of making this woman come three times in a row was too delicious to resist. She'd have Zosia make it up to her later, in her hotel room she decided. It was only fucking fair.
With a jerk, Zosia pulsed around her fingers – the tightness making Carol feel lightheaded and woozy. Zosia gasped before humming in pleasure, pressing her face against Carol’s sweaty brow.
“Jesteś w tym bardzo dobra,” she said, sounding sated. Boneless beneath Carol.
“Dobry means good, right? Yup, I'm,” Carol swallowed, pressing her other hand against herself as she slowly extracted her fingers from Zosia’s cunt, “the dobry-est.”
“Oh, kochanie,” Zosia cooed, tutting her tongue, “you want to come?”
Carol jerked back, looking at Zosia with alarm, “You speak fucking English?”
Zosia laughed, the pleased flush on her skin making her look just fucking irresistible, despite Carol now realizing she was being fucked with. “Of course,” she said, “they teach everyone this in school.”
“Jesus,” Carol’s head dropped back down against Zosia’s sweaty clavicle. “So you just wanted to fuck with me?”
“It was fun, wasn't it? I think you liked it,” Zosia teased, her tongue sticking out between her teeth as she smiled down at Carol. “And I have always wanted to fuck with an American tourist. So scandalized by nudity.”
“You caught that I didn't realize this was a nude beach?” Carol muttered, embarrassed. She extracted herself from atop Zosia’s body, sitting cross-legged beside her as she looked down at her lithe body. The woman seemed so comfortable with her nudity, despite the slick wetness that was coating her thighs now. Fucking Europeans.
“Mm,” Zosia hummed, “very quickly, yes. But it helps you are so good at fucking me. I didn't expect that part.”
Carol laughed, “So you weren't planning on getting fingered in public?”
“No,” Zosia said, biting down on her lip as she looked at Carol. “Nice surprise though.” Her eyes traced the length of Carol’s arms – and Carol knew there was muscle there. Probably enjoying a little look – “You are burnt.”
“I'm what?” Carol looked down at her shoulders in panic. And – great – there it was. The telltale reddening of her skin. “Motherfuck! I fucking – Jesus. I forgot my sunscreen in my room.”
Zosia was looking at her with something close to affection as she took Carol’s hand in her own and brought it to her lips. Her tongue traced along Carol’s index finger before she brought the entire thing into her mouth, sucking the come she had left there just minutes earlier.
“What – oh my –”
She released the finger with a showy pop. “When you bought sunscreen did you also buy aloe?”
“Wh– yeah. I'm not – I know I burn, of course I bought some.” Carol could feel her brain working at quarter speed.
“Wonderful,” Zosia said, sitting up. Carol watched dumbly as she gathered her things, slipping her bikini back on and looking at Carol expectantly. “I am assuming it is in your hotel room?”
Carol nodded.
“And you will be needing help reaching your back?”
Carol nodded again.
Zosia rolled her eyes kicking Carol lightly to prompt her to get up. “Well, lead the way.”
“Lead the –?” Carol paused before scrambling to her feet. “Oh, dobry.”