A Retreat At The Beach – Mad Chaos: September 19, 1998

Beach Plans In Limbo

Let me start this epic day with the dawning hours.  Waking up at 8am I tried to get myself one more hour of sleep before waking up, but my arm kept hurting.  So for an hour, I was restlessly trying to sleep until finally waking up at 9am.  

Having a shower and something to eat, the time started edging to 10am.  In my head, I was wondering if Jett would be coming over.  I hoped that his phone wasn’t turned off so that I could try calling.  

Trying Jett’s phone one time it was giving a busy signal.  I just thought that Jett had turned his phone off because he didn’t want to travel to the beach.

Because Jett’s phone wasn’t responding, I thought he wasn’t interested in going out.  For that reason, I thought it was good that I wasn’t going to the beach, as I could get so much done for the day.  

Photography For Lyssa’s CD

Walking outside into the backyard, I got some more pictures of the ring done, and some pictures of the crystal piano.  As I was walking back into the house, I heard Jett’s motorbike out the front.

That was just the start of a turn of events that reacted so rightly for me in one night.  In other words, I had a real good time on Saturday.  

Jett came over my house at 10:30am.  Taking pictures in the backyard, I had to let him in.  As I packed, we both headed outside so we could take some pictures of ‘Misty Moo’.  You see, I needed someone to manipulate the head so that it looked like it was looking at the camera.  

“Don’t ask” I said to Jett.

Then I hid the truth, “I am going to be using these pictures on my computer as screen savers.” 

Soaking some early sun, we took two pictures with each other before finishing off the shots.  The last shot I had my shirt off, sort of a comparison shot to when I get much bigger for summer.  Right now there is not much there, but by the time the new comes, I will be large.

Doubling On Jett’s Motorbike

Packing myself a towel, my wallet, and grabbing all  the CDs I was going to get copied in Shire Media Studios on the way home from Cronulla beach, we headed for Jett’s house.  

Jett brought his brother’s helmet to my house.  I jumped onto the back of his motorbike as he doubled me to his house.  

At first, I was half loose holding him.  Every time he would slow down in his gears I would head-butt his helmet.  That changed as we neared his house.

Jett Buys New Clothes

“I have to buy some clothes first from Macarthur Square,” Jett said,

We made a detour to Macarthur Square.

Walking into Macarthur Square, we noticed plenty of nicely clad women walking around.  While having a decent look around the floor, we headed to Lowes where Jett  bought some ‘Chords’.

Then we headed for Woolworths, where he bought some other clothing.  

Walking around with motorbike helmets in our hands was kind of cool, well at least I thought so.  We had the attitude, the look, we were looked at, and then we left.  

Waving goodbye in my mind to all the nice girls in Macarthur Square, Jett backed up his motorbike. Then I jumped on.

Heading to Jett’s house, we parked the bike and then made our way to Jett’s room.  Showing his mum the pants he bought, we packed me some pants so I could get changed into because I didn’t have any myself.  

Packing everything into the bag, we headed to Macarthur Square once again to catch a train to Cronulla.

Being Hit On By Girls

From the start of the day, there were girls galore out in flocks.  Sitting on the train or waiting for it, there were a couple of girls around.  

Jett called his brother up as the train was arriving.

“Can you bring down goggles,” he asked.

While the train was waiting and Jett was upstairs waiting for his brother, two girls walked up to me.

“Is this train going to Campbelltown,” one of the girls asked.

Now to anyone else, that question would just be directions.  But this half-decent girl with a decent pair about her looked like she had an attraction for me.

That was soon found to be true.  As Jett was still waiting upstairs, she inconspicuously sat upstairs on the first seats so that she could still look down at me.  

Jett’s brother arrived with the goggles.  Then we jumped into the train.  

Walking upstairs we sat two or three seats away from the girls who were facing us.  This reminded me of the time I met up with Lotus, on the train and in the same circumstance.  But as we kept looking at this girl, we noticed she was the type to fuck a lot and talk like a scrubber but clean up nicely if she had to, like she was.  A young girl who was experimental, let’s just say.

Bumping Into Valeriya

Along the trip, we heard that we had to jump off at East Hills because there was track work being done.  Deciding to take a walk down the carriages, we came to the last carriage and walked upstairs past a girl I thought I knew.  Walking past, she let out a smile as she was watching me.  But intrigued as to who it was, I just kept walking and sat so we could see her.  

After a while, I realized that it was either Valeriya or one of her tall beaked friends.  

“Hey, Jett, I think that’s Valeriya,” I told Jett.

“Valeriya,” Jett called out randomly, being a fool for the rest of the trip to East Hills. 

If it was Valeriya, she now doesn’t look that hot.  The only good thing about her is her breasts, as they always were when I checked them out for myself.

Catching The Rail Bus To Sydney

Reaching East Hills, and as now the time had crept up to 1pm, we caught the bus the rest of the way.  There was some confusion with the bus driver and jumping on the bus.

“I don’t know my way to Sydenham,” I heard him say.

Not realizing it, Jett sat behind Valeriya (at least we thought it was) and I sat behind Jett.  There was a half-decent girl across from us that looked like she was interested in Jett. He took notice.  

On the way to the city, we were spotting motorbikes and Celicas.  

Reaching Belmore station or something like that, we were supposed to stop, but the bus driver didn’t actually stop.  One demented lady on the bus jumped up and started getting shitty.  

Thinking this was funny, Jett and I started making fun of her as she went off at the bus driver.

The bus driver stopped a couple of kilometers away from the train station and offered to let her out to shut her up.  

The old lady sitting next to Jett started laughing with Jett.  She sparked a conversation with him.  

Being in her early 40s I kept whispering in Jett’s ear, “She likes you man, go for it.”

Jett could only laugh.

Bumping Into Gianna

Now one of the highlights of the day was when we arrived at Sydenham.  Jumping off the bus I looked outside to see someone that resembled Gianna.  She was standing with this tall black guy.  It made a smile protrude from my face.  

Walking off the bus I walked near enough to her, as both our eyes were in contact with each other.  Knowing that Lyssa had told her off a night or two ago never to call me again I had those thoughts fresh in my mind as I walked past her.  

I was trying to be nice to her as I walked past her by saying, “Hello.”

The only words she could muster up with half-hate was “You suck!”

It was so funny that I said, “You suck too!”  

When someone says “You suck” you have to respond.  I was being just as much of a child as she was.  

The Girls At The Train Station

While at Sydenham station, we noticed plenty of glamorous girls.  There were two girls, three platforms across that had long legs and short skirts and were drunk as fuck hugging and kissing each other.  This attracted our eyes, until I noticed another girl with her friend and the girl’s boyfriend.  

This blonde beauty with surfie clothes on and resembling a cross between Lyssa and Jewell sat down with her friends on the seats.  With her hair in a ponytail, she lifted her hands to take it out.  We were greeted by great cleavage and a great bra.  Being summer, the clothes were covering her body, much to my dissatisfaction.  But sometimes some mystery is a good thing.

While Jett and I were both looking across  her way, we noted that her friend had noticed that we were looking.  Now the blonde hair beauty was glancing our way, as she taunted us by taking her ponytail out and flowing her beautiful hair down.

A train came to block the view,.  In that time Jett and I moved down a couple of seats to almost be in line with them.  When the train took off once again, it seemed as if the girl had disappeared, but her two friends were still there.  

Taking a closer look, I noticed she had put her hair back in a ponytail and had put a jumper on to thwart our minds.  That didn’t do anything, as we kept looking.  She knew we were looking.  This girl was heaps pretty.

That was only the first of small flirts for the day.  There were many more.  

Noticing a pretty hot girl in black standing next to us with a slim body and slim legs, we jumped on the train with these appealing images in our heads.

Flirtatious Journey To Cronulla

Starting our journey, we headed towards Cronulla.  Once again we were greeted by torturous comedy coming from the both of us.  

The only part I vividly remember was when we sat at the end seats in the middle and on the other side was a half-decent blonde.  Well, she wasn’t even that.  To make fun of the situation, I got close to her ear from my side and started whispering things like, “Somebody’s coming, come here and show me” and other insane shit.  

That didn’t really grab her attention that much, but sticking my hand over the seat, I slowly and surely pulled one of her hairs of her head.  Instantly she reacted.  As soon as she turned to face us, my head turned and Jett and I started laughing.  

This 20 year old girl put her glasses on and started painting her nails pink to avoid us, but that didn’t stop me. From there, I practically turned all the way around, started looking towards her physique over the seat, and poked my head around the middle of the seat to check her out.  

Jett was in tears and almost died when I started whispering near her ear.  

The fun part came when I softly started blowing in her hair.  Every now and then she would look around to see if I would do anything else.

Cronulla Beach Babes

Making our way to Cronulla, we jumped off the train.  As immediately as we stepped off the platform and onto the street we were greeted by beach beauty and babes.  Let me tell you, Cronulla is a hot spot when it comes to hot pussy.

When I see a girl that I think is hot or gorgeous I don’t drool over her but instead look over her way and hold the same face.  I moan so that you could hear it but can’t tell I was doing it.

Practically all the way up the main road I was screaming my brains out, nice young girls strutting their stuff in bikinis makes any man weak.

Enjoying My Freedom

Finding ourselves hungry, we stopped at a fish and chip shop as we both bought something to eat.  Buying myself, fish, chips, chico roll, and a drink, we sat down at shaded tables and looked at all the glorious legs walking past.  

Yes, I was enjoying my food, as my eyes wandered carelessly.  Being free brings its advantages, as I can look at whoever I want to without obligations.  I was doing just that.  

It’s like Lyssa said to me, she’s having the best fun now, being able to do whatever she wants with guys.  I found that out today.  But the truth of the fact is that I was thinking of Lyssa as I was looking at these people and how I really shouldn’t be doing this if I want to get back with her.  

This was a true test for me.  I failed reasonably well as I kept drooling over girls walking past.  But, I know that if I was with Lyssa once again, this wouldn’t be happening with my thoughts and beliefs.  I would have something just as good as what I see at the beach, and I would be happy.

Cronulla’s Sandy Beaches

Making our way now to the beach after a good meal, we walked into the change rooms.  I changed into Jett’s board shorts.  Jett also changed.  Taking my shirt off, I was ready to soak some sun into my skin.  

Walking to the sandy beach, I decided we should sit around a bunch of towels that belonged to some fairly hot girls.  On a hot day, who could resist something warmer than heat, hot meat…  

Without hesitation, we jumped into the water and started paddling around.  Now, I haven’t been to the beach since, when I can’t even remember.  Maybe I haven’t been swimming at a beach for so long that I haven’t even one swim in this Diary.  Yep, I’m pretty sure of that because last year I didn’t even visit the beach once, let alone swim in the waters.

Riding Boogie Boards

Jett and I were having mad fun swimming around without boogie boards, and landing great waves.  

There was this little fat boy that kept swimming close to us.  We kept egging him on to catch the waves.  Each time he would crash in a big way.  

Later, when we jumped out of the water we realized he didn’t catch any waves for the day.  Rather, he crashed into them and fucked them up.  

There were a couple of girls in the water that Jett and I kept swimming towards.  There were two of them.  One girl had a boyfriend, but that didn’t stop us from looking at her tremendous body, her and her friend too.  

Swimming near the two girls, we never really said anything to them, but we weren’t the only ones perving.  It’s kind of cool how there were so many guys bigger than us in the water or on the beach, but we still got our fair share of beautiful girls looking our way and smiling. 

There were three other girls that were in the water and making us pay attention to their string bikinis.  They swum close enough to us at most times, but we scared them away by swimming heaps far into the ocean.  At least thirty meters away from them they started to swim back to shore.  That’s when we decided to jump out of the water and have a rest after one hour or more of swimming.

The Fake Blonde

Sitting on sunken towels with our moistened bodies, we started to soak the sun into our skin.  Proudly, I can say that the sun did me some miniature wonders in the form of a bit of color to my skin after the day was over.  

The first thing I noticed coming back onto the sands was that there was a gorgeous girl in front of us with a long-haired boyfriend.  At first, I thought he must have been pretty hot for her as she was lying on her chest, perfect body, with her white bikini, and her ass the perfect shape.  

When she got up by pushing with her hands you could see her breasts were also a perfect shape.  She was a fake blonde, but the only problem with her was that her face – although pretty hot – was half tarnished.  There were no pimples or puss balls, a pure face, but one that was a little bit less attractive than the rest of her body.

The Perfect Blonde

On the other side, there were three girls sitting with a guy and wearing mad clothes. Jett and I were both impressed.  Jett was attracted to the one with more muscle on her, and with beautiful legs.

 I was attracted to the girl that was lying down in a  bikini.  Although she wasn’t as hot as the other one, her blonde-orange-brown hair and the way she looked over and smiled with such beautiful eyes, it got to me.  

From then on I kept looking at this girl.  I was amazed to find that she kept looking back, her and her friend.

The guy that was sitting with them wasn’t doing anything himself.  As the three girls jumped up, they strutted their stuff towards the sandbanks where they drew lines with their toes.  I noticed they looked like they were dancers.  

Every now and then, they would look up towards us to see if we were looking.  Jett and I both had smiles on our faces.  This blonde-haired chick was beautiful in her  body beyond belief.  My eyes were stuck in awe at her beauty.  Not only that, but I surpassed the beauty when she smiled at me, for me to notice innocence and a spoken heart of love.  

This girl really got me going.  I felt like walking over to the guy still sitting on the towels by himself that came with the girls and asking him if he was going out with blondie.  That idea kept toying on my head as I kept dazing at their physiques dancing around.  But in the end of it, nothing happened.  

Jett and I both thought to ourselves that it could only get better next week, so we didn’t really try to talk with the girls.  To be totally honest, I wouldn’t know what to say to her because it’s been that long I’ve been out of the game.  I’ve always been smooth with words, but although I thought I would be able to talk with the guy, the girl would have made me more embarrassed.  

I’m pretty sure that if we tried that day we would have gotten at least their numbers, but we never did try.  As we were leaving, they all gave us one last look and smiles, and kept looking our way until we were distant.  I was kicking myself for not having made any establishing conversation, and I will be kicking myself one day when I read upon this.

Bikini Bonking On Cronulla Beach

But that’s not the end of my beach story.  Still, there were three other girls behind those three girls that were glamorous.  In particular, this one girl with dark brown hair that had the slimmest, most defined, and maddest body I have seen yet.  Being around 19 years of age (the age beyond innocence), I had myself looking upon her frame until one moment I took my eyes off her and she disappeared.  

That moment that I looked away I was looking at the girl in front of Jett and I who had the maddest body and had a white bikini on.  When I finally got to see her boyfriend’s face, it was pretty much a hazard.  To me, he looked like an ugly Aussie guy and a bit too tall for her.  This girl was way too good for him. Yet they performed demeaning tasks, like when she jumped on top of his body with her white bikini on.  

Sitting on top of his dick, they were practically moving to the motion as she kissed him.  That’s another thing, they kissed a lot.  For the both of them to be moderately Bikini Bonking was pretty bad.  

After that they jumped up and started walking to the water.  Supposedly, the guy had a boner because the girl had a smile on her face as she walked in front of him to hide the evidence.  

The girl pissed me off.  As the guy went out deep to swim, she just dabbed her legs in the water for most of the time.  When she did actually go in deep, it was only in the shallow part.  It was worth seeing her come back with nipple stags.  Marvelous!

Walking up and off the beach, we watched the blonde girl that I really liked have one last look at our departure.  Heading to the change rooms, I shook the sand off my body and changed into my normal clothes.  

The good thing I liked about the beach was that I wore my long hair out.  Once I came out of the water, my hair was all wet and had salt in it.  Because of this, it made it come out all thick when drying out.  My hair didn’t look that bad at all.  It looked better.  

The blonde girl was impressed anyway.  As she was lying down with her skimpy bikini on, I wished I could sit next to her and spark some conversation, but I didn’t.

At Cronulla beach we checked out lots of chicks, had a couple of chicks eyeing the both of us, and then we headed back to Sutherland to burn CDs at Shire Media Studios.  

Surprising Phone Calls

Keith called a couple of seconds ago asking if he could come over with the PlayStation and Shawn.  Shawn and Keith shouldn’t be too long coming over.  In fact, I think they are almost here.  

I have to cut this entry short and begin tomorrow, as today is almost over.

Shawn and Keith are here, so got to go.