By the time I met Elise, she was already several sheets to the wind. I'd just finished my first beer when she practically fell into my lap. I'm not really exaggerating either as she fell face first into my crotch, after tripping ass over tits in the sand surrounding the beach bar. Thankfully it didn't hurt, but the mere thought of her head in that region made me twitch.
"Watch it, Lovey!" said the busboy in a rather british accent, as he collected my empty beer glass from the table. She'd almost knocked him over. Good thing she didn't, as he had collected quite a tower of glasses.
The poor girl looked up at us with teary eyes, clutching at her left ankle. I nearly laughed -- she was wearing heels. Heels at the beach is asking for trouble!
"I fink I sprained it!" she blurted, and a tear rolled down her cheek. I grinned.
"I'll call you a taxi then," I said, pulling out my phone out.
"Fanks," slurred Elise "But I'm staying in one of the villas. Couldya jus walk me there?"
I agreed, of course. I still didn't know her name, but she was gorgeous -- the type you make any excuse to look at or touch. She was a tiny Asian girl, probably of Thai heritage, although she was clearly not purebred. Her waist would easily have been size one, but the bust that gave her away as being of mixed heritage put her at a size two average.
After I convinced Elise to take the ridiculous heels off, so she didn't bust her other ankle while we hobbled her to her villa, we headed off. She forgot to tell me that the villa was the one on the very far side of the complex. I didn't mind though, it meant I got to walk along the beach with her. The cool water of the waves lapped at her inflamed ankle, which seemed to have a good effect on her.
We talked a bit, introducing ourselves. I wasn't entirely honest. Whoops. She told me her name was Elise Huang, and that she had just arrived in the area and wanted to stay for a few months on a working holiday. We talked about other stuff too, but I've mostly forgotten it all now -- or I never really heard it. My mind was a little one-track by this point, if you know what I mean.
I pulled out my hip flask and offered it to the girl.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Just vodka." I replied. She shrugged and took a big swig, and handed it back.
I acted like took a big swig, but didn't actually let much pass my lips. I wanted her to have as much as possible. I passed it back and she took another big gulp. She never twigged on and before long, the flask was empty and she was off her face.
The moon lit the beach up well enough for walking, but even in a daylight it's hard to spot fishing line. Some careless fisherman had discarded a knotted bunch, and it had washed up on the beach, waiting just under the surface for a victim. That victim, it seems, was me. It latched onto my feet and brought me down pretty swiftly. Without me to hold her up, Elise fell too.
It was rather funny, or so we thought. "You should have seen your face!" blurted Elise, before dissolving into a fit of drunken giggling.
From my vantage point (or lack of) on the ground, I noted that we were both mostly hidden by a patch of palms and dune shrubs. I was alone with Elise. My pants twitched again.
"Good thing nobody could see me, since we're hidden behind those bushes." I said, emphasizing the last word subconsciously.
"Tehehe!" she replied, "We're both wet now too!"
