Stung by a Bluebottle and Smitten (Part 3) – Mad Chaos: January 28, 1999

Hunting for a Parking Spot

The streets were jam packed with parked cars heading back two or three blocks. This was a great boost to the day but our searching along streets for a good parking spot was becoming tiring. We didn’t circle back or anything like that, rather we just keep driving closer and closer to the beach through side streets. Finally we made it to the far side of Cronulla beach, way to the right hand side. With Ralf’s hands getting sweaty on the hot steering wheel he wanted to find a sweet spot for his car to park and as we came to the packed regular car park for the beach we found someone pulling out.

That was pretty lucky for us and what I found funny was that Ralf reverse parked his car and then he drove back out, turned the car around and parked it nose first. “I always park nose first” Ralf told me and what I thought was funny was the fact that he had already parked the car then he decided to change his mind. It would have been best how he left the car because now it was harder to reverse out and see oncoming cars.

A Beach Full of People

Jumping out of the car Ralf took ages getting himself ready and putting on a white fishing hat. Patiently waiting upon him he finally finished his sorting and we were on our way to the far side of the beach, the far right. Placing our feet in the warm beach sand we made our way down to the clearing and were surprised and taken back by how much people were there.

Looking all the way down the beach towards the proper part of Cronulla beach I must have spotted over 2000 people on the beach alone. There were also the people in the water that I didn’t count. There were three parts of the beach and starting on the furthest on the right we made our way all the way down to Cronulla beach, the left side.

The walk was not brisk at all and on the journey we did spot many a beautiful woman too numerous to remember. One person worth mentioning was the blonde girl that had seen way too much sun. I mean she was probably born the same shade as Lyssa but somehow she was the color of watered down shit, yeah you know, that browning brown color. The fact that she was that tanned and seeing how young she was turned me off, just a bit too tanned I thought.

Anyway, we made our way all the way down to Cronulla beach and finding that the best view of girls was right up where we started we made our way back. The walk both ways would have taken us about 40 minutes to complete and it was a good workout but one we barely sweated over. In that whole endeavor I did manage to get a blister on the bottom of my left foot’s big toe. Besides that there were no other scars or marks visible.

Camp Behind Our Towels

Setting down our towels Ralf informed me that he was going to make his way to check out the water and as he did I lay down on my towel, took off my shirt and tried to soak in some sun. Ralf brought some sunscreen but once again I didn’t feel the need to use it, pretty stupid. As I sat myself down I noticed a bunch of people setting up camp a few feet behind us and nearer to the car park than to the beach’s water.

There was one girl with a blue two piece that was pretty good looking and a couple more girls and guys that lay with them. They arrived at the same time me and Ralf did when we set our towels down and I was enjoying their distant view. There is more to this story than just perving though and when I start to mention the girl in the purple two piece bikini who’s name was Diana, you’ll know what I’m talking about.

Into the Water

After twenty minutes trying to get a tan both Ralf and I jumped in the water. Well, Ralf jumped straight in but I took some time outside of the water just getting used to the wetness with my feet. After a minute or two I also jumped straight into the water and paddled out to where Ralf was.

The good thing about where we were swimming was that the sea bed was rather flat for around 50 meters so we could swim out a fair distance before we were engulfed up to our necks with water. Ralf only swam for a little while and then jumped out of the water but I kept myself in there for the ladies.

Before I explain the main girl and attraction for the day let me just note a couple of others. There were some African or Jamaican type girls in the water that were around my age and had great bodies. I swam near them for a while and then focused my attention to this beautiful cover-girl blonde probably around 21 years of age.

She had a great two piece bikini on where her breasts were as large or larger than Lyssa’s and the bra thing started an inch or two from the bottom line of her boobs. So you could see two or so inches of the outer parts of her boobs and that was great to look at.

Following Her Through Waves

Having been swimming in the water for at least an hour and a half now and after getting warned that there was a bluebottle in the water and after it had stung both my legs I noticed a beautiful girl. Well, to say she was a girl would be the wrong thing to say because she was older than me.

Swimming around with her noticeably younger friend this beautiful lady who looked to me as if she was 17 years old caught my eye big time. What got to me is how her brown hair once wet looked so thinned but chunked together like dreads but at the same time smoothing over itself to create a layer-like appearance.

Swimming around and trying to get near her I thought she was trying to do the same thing and once I spotted her friend pointing over to my direction. I think she was trying to inform her friend that I was down there and they should swim towards me, maybe not. Anyway, she did swim right near me and seeing her much closer brought a childlike anticipation about me. Normally, seeing a girl swimming around me half naked would make me grunt to some sort but I rather tried appreciating her figure and for what she was, beautiful.

For the reason of this girl that I kept trying to swim near I kept myself in the water for much longer and I feel that this is what she was also trying to do. We were near each other for more than half my time in the water once I spotted her. Jumping over a wave a step or two in front of me I got to see what she was wearing. A purple two piece swimsuit and with her tanned body, her elegant curves and her splendid ass conforming to the water that swallowed her so, she was astonishing to the eye.

If you were to look at her out of the water she would be great looking but most would probably think she was more ordinary. But, there was something about her that just bid me to follow her like a hound dog. Her body was just the right size, being a tad taller than me and with great boobs upon her but the best part of the picture was seeing her perfectly shaped ass glide into the water.

Finally Breaking the Ice

Finally I worked my way into saying something to her. As a wave was coming to hit the both of us I turned my head to avoid the water and to see where she was. When the wave had passed and with a little grin on my face I said “Watch out, there’s a bluebottle in the water, I just got stung by one.”

It seemed like she was waiting for some kind of words to spill from my mouth and when I did say something she was keen to chat with me also. The words from her mouth sounded angelic and with a ladylike tone about her. “Was it a big bluebottle” she asked me with building confidence and not really having seen the bluebottle I couldn’t answer that one for her.

We started chatting about something else I can’t recall at the moment but what I do recall is when I said “Are you Lebanese.” The reason I said that was because she did look partly Lebanese to me with her tan but her nose was perfectly small and she had some sort of Mediterranean in her. “No, I’m not Lebanese” she said and then heavenly words to my ear, “I’m Macedonian.”

Two people from Yugoslavia I have met within the space of a month and both have been from chance meeting and both of a curious nature. Informing her that I was also Macedonian we had something in common and then we just kept chatting away. I found out that her name was Delphine (Diana in Macedonian) and that she lives in Moorebank.

Abruptly I changed the subject asking if she had been to nightclubs and then if she was old enough because I thought she was 17 years old. Well, I’m a bad judge of years in someone’s brow and because of that I was shocked and surprised when I heard her say “I’m 23 years old, how about you.” That hit me like a brick wall as I remembered ages ago that I got knocked back when I was 17 and some girl was 19 years old (It was at Grace Bros or whatever that big store is in Macarthur Square).

Too Young for Her Tastes

Contemplating on whether I should increase my age to 22 I thought it would be useless and just gave her my real age. Not to my surprise I found that her questions had only slightly degraded probably knowing in her mind that I was way too young for her tastes and it would be useless to keep talking.

Besides that we started chatting about what clubs she goes to as to what I head off to. Delphine heads off to clubs like Byblos and the Round but I could sense that she wanted to get back to what she was doing, which was swimming. Before I said my age she was pretty interested and fabricating conversation but before long she said things like, “Well maybe I’ll see you around there some time.”

The waves were belting at us and I proposed to her that we head onto the beach as it wasn’t that far to swim but she insisted that we stay in the water. While in there she informed me that she was here with her cousins, her brother and sister and her cousin or brother came up to the both of us. He was a bit curious as to me talking to her but she said “Hey, this guy’s Macedonian,” and with that he shook my hand and we made small talk about where my parents came from.

You Can Take It

Delphine didn’t want to step out onto the beach where I thought we could talk some more and get something happening but I guess her wiser years bid her to keep herself in water. When I asked if she wanted to jump out of the water she said something that still has stuck in my mind. It’s not a big thing what Delphine said but I liked her saying “You’re a man, you can take it.”

I’ve learnt that each time I speak to someone new I learn something new in the English Language. When Delphine said her one-liner to me it spun me out because the way she said it sounded so intelligent. It made me think how intelligent some people can sound compared to me but then again, she probably learnt something from me too. Where I just imitate what I’ve heard, the imitated have no equals.