Chapter 12 Bea
If I get one grain of sand in my no-no zone, I’m leaving
Zaxon has gotten cocky since I said yes to him. Now he expects me to say it all the time. Not likely. There’s a lot to say no to when Zaxon asks. Like ‘Do you want to clock out early and go hang out on the nude beach?’
Do I want to strip down to my birthday suit and lay in devil dust so it can get even farther up my butt?
No, I absolutely do not. Does that stop him from pestering me for hours while I try to get work done?
Again no. He has asked me at least a dozen times and every time I’ve answered no.
Now he’s moved on to trying to convince me why it would be a good idea to lay naked on the sand.
“Just think, no tan lines. Not to mention how freeing it is to shed the confines of clothing. They’re so restrictive and concealing.”
“Yes, I like that they’re concealing. Concealing my lady parts and ass crack from pervy males and sand,” I argue, he just laughs.
“There are no pervy males at the resort, we make sure of that. As for the sand I will gladly carry you Starfish.”
“Of course you would.”
“Come on,” he pouts and steps in front of me effectively stalling my stride through one of the last areas I need to check in the hotel. “You were all yeses yesterday. Why not today?”
“Because yesterday I wanted to do everything you asked me. Today I do not.”
“How do you know until you try it?”
“I’ve tried it with clothes on and didn’t like it. Why would I like it when naked?” I demand, placing my hands on my hips and assuming a no-nonsense stance.
“Because I’ll be there, and you can use me as your own personal butler and lounge chair.”
Zaxon gives me a wide toothy grin, then licks his lower lip for good measure.
Hm, naked sunbathing with Zaxon does sound appealing, if you ignore the whole sand issue.
Which, in my opinion, is hard to do, but I try.
It could be enjoyable I suppose. Could being the operative word.
It could also be a giant disaster, and I could hate it and end up with sand in places I don’t even want to consider.
I shift my hip to one side, giving him a quizzical look. He’s waiting like a puppy asking for a treat after already having too many. Somehow you just want to say yes to him. I didn’t at the beginning of the week, but he’s worn me down. Found my weaknesses. Damn him and his tail.
“Fine, we can go to the nude beach but,” I stress with an index finger extended towards him in warning. “If I get one grain of sand in my no-no zone I’m leaving. And I have to finish inspecting this area first.”
His triumphant grin is immediate and so is my regret. Why do I let him talk me into things? I suppose it’s too late now. I’ve said yes. There’s no turning back. But I will not hesitate to stomp my naked ass off that beach if I get any in my backside.
Zaxon abides by my demand to finish working first. By the time I’m done and ready for the beach it’s midafternoon.
“So how exactly does one dress to go to a nude beach?” I ask Zaxon as we return to his apartment to change.
“I usually wear a pair of loose swim trunks until I get to the beach then strip. Maybe just slip a dress on with nothing underneath?” he suggests eyeing my still clothed body encouragingly. “It’ll make it easier when we get there.”
His eyes are glued to my covered chest, no doubt imagining them bare in the sunlight. I won’t admit it to him, but being nude in public around other nude people and beings is a little provocative and exciting. I know he said others aren’t pervy or anything but by nature it’s a bit alluring.
“Are you sure you’ll be able to control yourself Boulder? What if parts of you turn to stone where everyone can see?”
He laughs. “I never said males didn’t walk around with boners.
I just said none are pervs. Some males are always aroused, like incubi.
Others just happen to be with their significant other and can’t control their reactions.
Don’t be surprised if you see a few erections while we’re out there. Mine included.”
“Oh my god. Are you serious?”
“It’s just biology, all natural. Nothing wrong with that.”
“But how do you keep the…misbehaving ones in line?”
His eyes trace up my body and he steps closer, brushing a reassuring caress against my neck. “We have a female minotaur security guard who very much enjoys tossing any inappropriate beings, male or female, out on their asses. Don’t worry. You’ll be completely safe. I promise.”
Sucking in a fortifying breath I nod and get to changing.
Apparently today is a busy day at the nude beach. Practically every type of monster and human are present. It’s a Smorgasburg of boobs and dick. I try not to stare, it’s impolite, but a few parts are completely unknown to me.
Zaxon leads us down the paved path until we get to the end of the beach where it curves around to the open ocean on the side of the spa building. There are less people here and more shaded areas under the massive collection of palm trees.
True to his words as soon as we run out of sand free walking path Zaxon scoops me into his arms and briskly carries me through the sand to a shaded area on the curve of the beach. Setting down a large beach towel first for me to stand on before lowering me from his arms.
I already feel sand scratching at my bare feet, but I bear it.
The smile on Zaxon’s face is too beautiful to squash so soon.
Without hesitation he pulls off his swim trunks in one quick motion and stands tall with his hands on his hips.
Face turned up to the sun, tail twitching in the sand and cock half erect, extremely proud of himself.
As he should be, he is an impressive specimen.
“Alright Starfish, your turn.”
Gathering my courage, I remove my sundress quickly so as not to lose my nerve. As soon as the fabric clears my head Zaxon’s eyes are taking in my naked body, his half hard cock steadily making its way to fully hard.
“Can’t you control that thing?” I ask giving his erection a pointed glare.
“Not when you’re around,” he admits with no hesitation. My whole body blushes at the compliment. “That’s not helping Bea.”
“Well, you can’t control your erection, and I can’t control my blush, so deal with it. Now get over her and be my lounge chair.”
I stomp my foot, bad idea as it causes sand to shift and get on the towel.
Pointing to the space at my feet I wait for Zaxon to take his place there and remove the offending devil dust. He smiles wide and cocky while striding over and sits on the towel.
Pulling me into his lap, the hard length of his cock pokes at my backside.
Well, this is inappropriate.
“Don’t worry Bea. I won’t take you here. I’d prefer not to lose my job,” Zaxon chuckles against my ear. “You may make me hard, which I can’t control, but I can control my actions.”
“I’m not so sure about that. You seem rather uncontrollable to me.”
“When it concerns you, it is hard to control myself, but I think I can manage one afternoon at the beach.”
Zaxon does control himself, even if he remains hard the whole time we sit in the shade. Eventually Zaxon lays down and I stretch out on top of him. He’s so massive it’s easy to get comfortable without having to touch any sand.
“You’re so warm,” I say nuzzling into his broad chest. “Like a sun warmed stone.”
“I can turn to stone if you like. Then you’d be really warm,” he says lazily stroking my hair that I let loose from my standard bun. It feels nice, relaxing. I don’t think I’ve felt this relaxed in years.
“No. Then I wouldn’t be able to talk to you, and you wouldn’t be able to rub more sunblock into my back. Besides if you turned to stone right now certain parts of you would become very pointy and uncomfortable.”
I wiggle on top of him, which rubs his swollen cock that’s currently sandwiched between our bodies. He grunts in response and stills my movement with tight fingers to my hips.
“Stay still woman or I will have to fly us out of here, so I don’t make a fool of myself in front of strangers.”
“Aww, does the poor baby need release?” I tease in a baby voice.
“Yes, but I’m a patient male. I can wait till later, when I’ll be able to discipline you for teasing me.”
His large hand slides from my bare waist to my bare ass and cups one cheek, gripping it tightly in silent promise. Now I’m getting turned on. At least mines not physically obvious.
“Promise?” I ask breathily.
He looks down at me, and I feel a little brave in this moment and lick a line up his chest with the tip of my tongue. Zaxon suppresses a growl I more feel than hear in his chest.
“Careful Starfish. I’m not above spanking you in public.”
My cheeks hurt from grinning, and I muffle a laugh against his chest.
“Is this how your life is all the time?”
Zaxon is quiet for a moment before answering, probably taken aback by my random question.
But I want to know. It’s so simple and easy here.
My life is always deadlines and rules and structure.
Here, Zaxon’s life, it’s all sun and fun and laidback carefree living.
I didn’t know such a possibility existed.
“Most of the time,” he begins. “It’s why I like it here so much.”
His hand releases my butt and strokes up and down my spine, trailing his claws gently over my skin, causing goosebumps to break out in his wake.
“The world is filled with noise and stress, schedules and rules. Here it’s always a vacation.
People are always happy to be here. Letting the weight of every day responsibilities slide off their shoulders allowing them to enjoy life.
Enjoy being with the people they care about.
Not commuting or annoying bosses. There’s no worries.
Everything is taken care of. A little piece of paradise. ”
His words rumble deep in his chest, and I feel their resonance against my cheek.
“That’s a wonderful way to live. You wouldn’t happen to know if Antoinette is in the market for a safety inspector, would you? I wouldn’t mind living in paradise.”
The words are meant partially in jest, but what if I could work and live here? Maybe I could finally chillax, as my brothers would say.
“I’m not sure, but I’d be more than happy to ask for you.” Zaxon doesn’t even scoff at my request. “She does like to hire the best of the best. I’m sure she would love to have someone of your knowledge and dedication on her payroll.”
“Well, I’d have to know what kind of benefits the resort offers.”
Zaxon’s chest rise and falls with a quiet laugh beneath me. I press up onto my elbow and stare at him.
“I’m serious. I’m not leaving my job and perfectly arranged apartment for anything less than exactly what I want.”
Grinning back at me, Zaxon props his head on his bent arm not trailing touches up my body. “And what exactly do you want Bea?”
Pursing my lips in contemplation, I adjust my glasses up my nose, thinking of what I would want. Zaxon’s tail curling around my calf almost distracts me but I focus and ignore the caress.
“Well first off, I would need her to match my current pay, of course. Then there’s the matter of where I would live.”
“With me. Next,” he says with such confidence my serious expression cracks with a giggle.
“Okay, sure we’ll go with that. For now.”
“What else?”
“I would require sand resistant shoes. One hundred percent coverage of broken glasses. Free bowling for as long as I work here. And I would like to be able to establish a macrame club, where we occasionally dabble in origami.”
I nod thinking that’s a pretty good list of demands. Everything else can be negotiated.
“That’s all?”
“Oh, and a 401k retirement plan. For when I get old and tire of the warmth and want to move to the snowy mountains of Montana.”
He barks out a laugh but smiles down at me. “I’m sure we could manage all of that.”
I don’t know if he’s being serious or just playing along but it’s just talk either way.
Until I receive a job offer it’s just daydreaming.
I rest my chin on my hand and stare out to the beach and ocean beyond where people sunbath and chat.
Bodies of every color and size splash in the sparkling blue water and glistening scaled tails flick above the horizon before disappearing below.
“Oh my god are those mermaids?” I’m a little embarrassed at my outburst but also too excited about seeing a mermaid in their true form to care.
“Yes. We get many of them here because of the lagoon and ocean waters.”
“Can we go swimming with them?” I blurt like an eager child.
“Of course we can.”
Effortlessly lifting me, Zaxon wraps my legs around his waist, just above his groin. The eager tip of his cock bobbing against my ass as he walks us to the water. I would be mortified if I weren’t so excited about getting to swim with mermaids.