Bella at The Beach Pt. 01

This is my first story ever. There's bound to be some errors and I need to work on the explicit scenes. Advice and revisions are appreciated.

Part 1: The Beach

The sun was already high by the time Dan and Amanda set up their spot on the beach. Dan carried the cooler and chairs with ease, his broad shoulders glinting under the heat. At 30, he still looked like the kind of guy who could be mistaken for an athlete--6'2", lean muscle, effortless posture.

Amanda, 40, followed behind him with the towels. She was softer now--5'4", curvier, her body shaped by two kids and a decade of practical clothes and careful routines.

She hadn't worn a bikini in years. Today was no different.

Their kids sprinted toward the water, buckets in hand, shrieking into the surf. Dan scanned the volleyball courts.

Amanda noticed. "Subtle."

Dan shrugged. "Just looking."

Across the sand, a group of college kids were in the middle of a game. One girl stood out instantly.

Tiny. Maybe 5'2". No more than 100 pounds. Red bikini top, long legs, tanned skin. Perky chest. She moved like she knew she was being watched. And when her eyes met Dan's, she didn't shy away--she smirked.

Amanda rolled her eyes and started unfolding chairs. Dan lingered.

Later, Amanda took the kids for snacks. Dan drifted toward the court.

"You play?" the girl asked, tossing him the ball.

"Used to."

"I'm Bella," she said. "You're tall. You're in."

They played. She was fast, sharp, and flirtatious without being subtle. Once, when she missed a spike and stumbled, Dan caught her--his hands on her tiny waist.

"Strong hands, Daddy," she whispered, not moving away.

After the game, they sat in the sand, sipping a soda she handed him. Bella stretched her legs, her red bikini bottoms high on her hips, her tank top discarded behind her.

That's when Amanda returned.

She froze. Her eyes narrowed behind her sunglasses.

Dan stood. "Amanda--this is--"

"Bella," she said, smiling sweetly. "You've got a fun husband."

Amanda's voice was tight. "You're what, seventeen?"

Bella grinned. "Twenty-one. Pre-law."

Amanda looked her over with obvious disdain. Bella looked back with no shame whatsoever.

"You must be wifey," Bella said, eyes flicking down Amanda's T-shirt and cover-up. "Good for you."

Amanda's expression cracked. "We're leaving. Now."

Dan followed silently.

Bella called after them: "Try not to bore him to death."

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Part 2: The Return

An hour later, Dan came back.

He told Amanda he forgot his sunglasses. That was only half a lie.

Bella was still there, stretched on a towel, her white tank top clinging to her chest. Her red bikini bottoms were still tied low. Her small frame looked even smaller lying on her back, tanned skin glowing in the late sun.

Dan sat beside her.

"You came back," she said, not surprised.

He didn't speak.

Bella opened her eyes and smirked. "She looked at me like I was going to bite you. It was kinda flattering."

Dan tried to stay casual. "You like pushing buttons?"

"I like knowing what happens when I do," she said, turning toward him on her side.

Her legs folded beneath her, petite and smooth. Her tank top clung to her ribs and dipped low over her chest. She looked effortless.

Dan found himself staring again. Her body was tight, toned, unbothered.

Amanda hadn't worn a tank top like that in years. Or sat like this--unselfconscious, comfortable in her skin.

Bella stretched. "She's older than you, huh?"

Dan blinked. "Yeah. Ten years."

Bella smirked. "Explains a lot."

Dan looked away. She sat up, leaned closer.

"You've got that look," she said. "Like a guy who used to be wild. Now you're... beige."

Dan didn't argue.

She pulled out her phone. "Let me guess. You want my number but don't want it to show up."

He didn't answer.

"WhatsApp," she said. "Private. Encrypted. Clean."

He downloaded it.

"You can save me as trouble, if that helps."

Dan stood. Bella lay back again, her arms behind her head, tank top lifting to show the dip of her flat stomach.

"Next time," she said, "you don't have to just look."

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Part 2.5: Amanda

Amanda didn't say much on the way back.

Later, while folding laundry, she kept picturing the girl: Bella. Tan. Thin. Confident.

Amanda stood in front of the mirror and tried to see herself the way Dan might have. Her belly had softened. Her thighs touched. Her hair was tied up in a way that was more easy than pretty.

She hated herself for thinking this way.

Dan had said nothing was going on. Just some girl being flirty.

"Barely legal," he joked. "I'm old enough to be her dad."

Amanda laughed. Out loud, anyway.

But she remembered the way Bella looked at her--like she was sizing up a competitor and finding nothing to fear.

And worse--she thought she saw Dan smile back.

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Part 3: The Messages

That night, Amanda fell asleep beside him.

Dan lay awake.

His phone buzzed.

Bella:

Still pretending you forgot your sunglasses? Or just missing the view?

Dan:

You're trouble.

Bella:

No, Daddy. I'm honest.

She was in that frumpy hoodie today, right?

You were probably imagining my bikini the whole time.

Dan:

You don't hold back.

Bella:

Why should I?

She hides. I glow.

You wanted to bend me over that towel--don't lie.

Dan:

We had sex tonight.

Bella:

Aww. She trying to reclaim her territory?

Tell me, Daddy... did you close your eyes and think about me?

Dan didn't respond.

Bella:

You want someone who begs to be filled.

Who needs both hands to hold her open.

You want to watch your cock disappear inside someone who can take it.

He hesitated... then sent a photo.

Bella's reply came fast.

Bella:

Holy. Fuck.

That cock deserves a throat that doesn't gag.

She's wasting it. I'd worship it.

She sent a topless photo back, whispering in text:

Bella:

Soon, Daddy.

You'll feel all of me.

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Part 4: Drift and Close Calls

The week passed slowly.

Amanda acted normal.

Dan didn't.

At the hardware store, she noticed him flinch when his phone buzzed.

"That the new work app?"

"Yeah," he said quickly. "Internal chat."

Later that night, in bed, Amanda curled against him after sex.

"You feel... closer lately," she whispered. "Like you're trying."

Dan said nothing. Kissed her hair.

His phone buzzed again after she fell asleep.

Bella:

Did you think about me tonight?

Bet you closed your eyes and saw my tits.

You're picturing how tiny I'd look under you.

A little plaything for Daddy.

Dan:

I can't keep doing this.

I'm too old for you.

Bella:

That won't stop you.

You'll call it a mistake in the morning.

But your cock knows the truth already.

And so do I.

Dan stared at the screen.

Bella:

Next Friday.

She'll be gone, right?

Dan:

Yeah. Overnight.

Bella:

Then it's happening.

No more hiding.

No more "what if."

Just me.

On your bed.

On my knees.

Calling you Daddy.

He didn't respond.

But he didn't delete the message either.

And when he finally closed his eyes, he could still hear her voice in his head.

Part 5: The Meeting

Amanda packed the last of the snacks into the tote bag while the kids ran in and out of the house, already hyped for the trip. Her mom had called twice--once to ask about food allergies, once just to say how excited she was to see them.

Dan stood by the door, keys in hand, watching her move. She wore yoga pants and a loose tee. No makeup. Hair in a braid. She looked... tired. Kind. Familiar.

"You sure you can't come?" she asked, not looking up.

"Wish I could," he said. "Quarter-end deadlines. I'll catch up on sleep, maybe clean up a little."

Amanda gave a soft laugh. "Don't strain yourself."

He kissed her cheek. "Drive safe."

"Love you," she said.

"You too."

The door closed. The house fell silent.

Dan stood there for a full minute, staring at nothing.

Then he walked to the kitchen, picked up his phone, and opened WhatsApp.

Dan:

They just left.

Bella:

I've been wet all morning.

Want me to fix that?

Dan:

Come over.

Bella:

Text me your address, Daddy.

He sent it.

Bella:

What should I wear?

Dan:

Nothing.

She sent back a selfie--fresh from the shower, wet hair clinging to her collarbone, a towel barely covering her chest.

Bella:

On my way.

Dan cleaned. Wiped counters. Straightened throw pillows. Changed the sheets.

He even lit a candle.

He didn't realize how hard his hands were shaking until he tried to pour a drink.

The clock ticked slower than usual.

Finally: a knock.

He opened the door.

Bella stood there in a hoodie and tight shorts, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. She pushed her sunglasses up into her hair and grinned.

"Hi, Daddy."

Dan stepped aside.

The door closed behind her.

Part 6: The Line

The knock came just after 1 p. m.

Dan opened the door.

Bella stood there like she was walking into a hotel suite, not someone's home. Tight denim shorts. Oversized hoodie unzipped halfway, no bra. Sunglasses pushed into her damp hair. Her lips were glossy, parted. Her eyes went straight to his.

"Hi, Daddy," she said, stepping inside without waiting for permission.

Dan didn't stop her. He didn't want to.

The door clicked shut behind her.

Bella walked across the room like she already knew the layout--like this wasn't the first time she'd been here in her mind. She glanced around, spotted the candle still burning, the pillow fluffed a little too neatly.

"You cleaned up for me," she teased, grinning over her shoulder. "Knew I'd be worth the effort."

Dan's eyes locked on the shape of her beneath the hoodie--tight waist, bare legs, the suggestion of movement with every step she took. His body responded immediately, hardening under his jeans.

She turned to face him. "You nervous?"

"No."

She stepped in close, chest brushing his. "You should be. I'm about to ruin you."

Dan's breath hitched.

Bella grinned wider, reading him like a book. "She doesn't get you like this, does she?" Her voice dipped low. "Tame. Controlled. Married. Beige."

She ran her fingers down his chest. "I bet you fuck her with the lights off. She probably keeps the T-shirt on, huh? Makes it quick."

Dan didn't move. Didn't stop her. He didn't want to.

Bella leaned up, whispering against his jaw. "But I'd ride you slow... with nothing on... and let you watch every inch disappear."

That made him grunt.

She kissed him--hard. Her mouth moved with purpose, tongue sliding past his teeth, lip catching his. Her hands were already on his belt.

"You've been thinking about me all week," she breathed. "That mouth. That tiny little body. How tight I'd be when you finally shoved yourself in."

He gripped her waist, fingers digging into the soft, tanned skin just above her shorts.

"You want to know how I feel?" she asked.

He nodded.

She grinned. "Get ready to forget everything else."

She dropped to her knees without another word.

Her fingers were fast, confident, undoing his belt, then his button. When she pulled down his zipper and freed him, her eyebrows lifted slightly, clearly impressed.

"Mmm," she murmured, wrapping her hand around him. "She's been wasting this."

Dan exhaled sharply, jaw tight.

"You like my little hands on your big cock?" she whispered. "Bet hers don't even remember how to touch you like this."

He looked down at her--kneeling, perfect, hungry--and groaned.

"I've got a mouth made for you," she said. "No teeth. No complaints. Just spit, tongue, and obedience."

She licked the tip slowly, teasing, then looked up at him.

"You want to watch me choke on it?"

"Fuck, yes," Dan growled.

She didn't need any more encouragement.

Bella took him deep--warm, wet, welcoming. Her lips sealed tight around him, her head bobbing in smooth, slick rhythm. Her hand stroked the base while her tongue worked the rest, pulling sounds out of Dan he didn't know he still made.

He wasn't passive--he thrust into her mouth with slow, deliberate pressure, his hand fisting in her hair. Bella moaned around him, like she wanted the force. Like it turned her on to be used.

She pulled back with a gasp, wiping her mouth, eyes glossy.

"You want to fuck something tight?" she said breathlessly. "You haven't really been inside someone in years. Not like this. I'll ride you until you forget she ever existed."

Dan grabbed her, hauled her to her feet, kissed her roughly, and pushed her back toward the bedroom.

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The Sex

Bella was already stripping her hoodie off before she hit the mattress--completely bare underneath. Dan followed, tearing off his shirt, kicking off his pants. She lay back, legs spread just slightly, fingers gliding between her thighs as she looked up at him.

"You want to feel what tight really means?" she whispered. "Come find out."

He climbed over her, kissing her mouth, her collarbone, her breasts. She arched into him, grinding her hips up with no shame, moaning, begging, dragging her nails down his back.

When he slid into her, they both gasped.

She was tight. Velvet and heat and grip like nothing he remembered.

Bella dug her heels into the small of his back, whispering, "She can't take you like this. Not anymore."

He thrust deep, watching her mouth fall open, her eyes flutter.

"You like how I squeeze you?" she panted. "Like I was made for your cock?"

Dan couldn't speak--just moved harder, deeper. She met every thrust like she needed it, like she'd break without it.

Her voice was ragged now. "You feel that? That's a real fuck. Not bedtime routine. Not under the covers. You wreck me, Daddy."

Dan groaned. He was on the edge.

Bella clamped around him, panting against his neck. "Come in me. Come like you've been dying to."

He did.

With a guttural noise and her name on his lips.

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Aftermath

Bella lay across his chest, damp with sweat, her breath slowing. Her body was curled tight against him, possessive. Dan stared at the ceiling, still dazed.

She tilted her face up. "She doesn't make you feel that alive, does she?"

Dan didn't answer.

She smirked. "I bet she doesn't even ride you anymore."

Dan glanced at her.

Bella grinned wider. "But I do. And you fucking love it."

Part 7: Nightfall (Expanded)

Dan lay flat on his back, phone in hand, chest still rising and falling with the slow aftershocks of what had already happened between them.

Bella was beside him, tucked in close--her head on his shoulder, one leg thrown across his hips, skin flushed and bare. Her body practically radiated satisfaction. Her scent still lingered on his skin.

The message came through:

Amanda

Love you. Miss you. Hope you're getting some rest tonight. Call if you're still up. I'll probably be awake for a while. Just couldn't settle down.

Dan stared at it. His thumb hovered over the screen.

Bella lifted her head slightly, reading it with a smirk. "Aw," she said. "She's so sweet. Bet she's lying in bed in her flannel pajamas thinking she still owns this cock."

Her hand moved under the sheet, casual at first. Then deliberate.

She wrapped her fingers around him--soft, teasing, already feeling him stir again.

"You gonna tell her the truth?" she whispered, stroking him slowly. "Tell her what we did on her sheets? How her little PTA husband came so hard inside me he forgot how to breathe?"

Dan clenched his jaw.

Bella kissed his jawline. "No? Then text her back. Be a good boy. Tell her you love her."

He started typing.

Her hand didn't stop.

Dan (replying):

Love you too. Sleep well. Miss you.

He hit send--just as her wrist flicked, squeezing him with sudden precision.

His breath caught.

Bella grinned. "Now she can sleep soundly, thinking you're hers."

She moved lower beneath the covers.

"Meanwhile," she whispered, "I'm gonna remind your cock who it really belongs to."

Dan gasped as her mouth found him again--hot, wet, insistent. She wasn't slow this time. She wanted to undo him. Her tongue swirled, lips sealing tight, her hands pinning his hips.

Dan's phone slipped from his hand to the mattress.

His eyes shut. His head tilted back.

She moaned around him, low and eager, her hair brushing his thighs. She loved this--knew she'd won the moment he didn't stop her.

He reached for her head, fingers sliding into her hair as his hips lifted into her mouth. She took him deeper, responding to his need like it turned her on even more.

It was a different kind of high now--half guilt, half euphoria. Bella sucked him like she wanted to leave a mark on his soul.

And when it was over--when he groaned and fell back into the bed, emptied and dazed--she wiped her mouth and laughed softly.

"Tell her goodnight again," she said, curling up next to him. "Maybe add a heart this time."

Dan said nothing.

Bella kissed his chest. "Or don't. Either way... I'm the one who got your cock twice tonight."

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Meanwhile: Amanda

Amanda lay on her side, staring at the blue glow of her phone screen. Still nothing. No response to her "awake?" text. No little typing bubble. No read receipt.

She wasn't angry.

She just felt... off. Unsettled.

Dan usually responded, even when he was tired. Even when he said he was going to bed early, he'd send one last line. Sometimes a dumb emoji. Sometimes just xo.

Tonight, silence.

She turned her phone over on the nightstand, face down.

Tried to sleep.

Failed.

Somewhere in the pit of her stomach, a feeling curled quietly--like a string pulled just slightly out of place.

But she told herself it was nothing.

And tried not to dream of shadows between the sheets.