Amelia by ANTMAN Amelia squinted up, through her sunglasses. The sun was a burning disc ..she felt the heat prickle her skin. as she lay on her towel. She stretched luxuriously, and sighed contentedly, pleased she had found this small deserted cove, her hand reached out and sprinkled soft white sand through her fingers.... Brad, strolled along the beach, his towel slung over his shoulder. The local stud, he knew he was irresistible to the girls who thronged here in the Summer ...his blonde hair flopped over his blue eyes, his Speedo trunks, the only clothes he wore. He kept a diary, with lists of his conquests. He always promised to call his latest success...but never did...after all ...the girls went home after a week or two...there was always the next one ... He stared moodily at the families who crowded the beach...no single,  teenage beauty here...he reached the end of the sands, where the rocks reached the sea, and was about to turn back, when he stopped, and stared past the rocks, into the small hidden cove. His keen eyes narrowed...the small sandy beach was deserted except for a white towel...and yes...a girl in a pale blue bikini was laid on it...his white teeth flashed, as his eyes narrowed..he strode throgh the shallow water, past the rocks...and headed for his prey...his next conquest. Amelia felt the warmth of the sun, and though she was nicely tanned..decided a bit more protection was needed. She took off her sunglasses, sat up, and leaning over, reached into her tote bag for her suntan lotion...A shadow fell across her, and she looked up. "Hi babe"..his voice oozed honey.."Want some company ?"..he leered at her, one hand on hip hip...so sure of his magnetism, he pushed his hair back with his hand, and looked down at her. "wow !" he thought..this one was first class..he eyed her honey coloured smooth skin, her long fair hair..and perfect heart shaped face...not toticing the cool grey eyes flash suddenly with annoyance..."No"..her voice, though soft, was definate.."Push off creep !! " "Awww, don't be like that hon....what's your name?".. "None of your business...and I'm not your hon !!"...any normal man, would have been put off by the iciness in her voice, and the firm set of her jaw...but not Brad..the man...not the hunter capturing his prey !! He dropped to his knees beside her, and lay out his towel. Amelia sighed in exasperation..and opened the bottle of lotion. "Here..let me do that for you"..it was more a statement than a request, and he fairly snatched the lotion from her...as he poured a generous amount into his palms, and started rubbing them together...an idea flashed into Amelia's mind.... "Okay"...she sighed, as if in defeat..if you must.."Do my legs will you ?" "Will I ??" thought Brad..his tonge flicked out to wet his suddenly dry lips, the thought of touching those long well shaped legs, sent a shudder of excitement through him, and he reached foreward.."My pleasure"..he purred..like a cat who has the cream. Amelia drew her legs together, and straightened them. She smiled at him..a dazzling flash of pearly teeth, and a flutter of her long dark eyelashes..."..like a fly into the spiders web"..she thought..and watched him lean over to rub his lotion conered hands over her calves. "Now my thighs"..she purred and parted her legs. As he leant further over, ready to rub those golden, warm, smooth thighs..he thought...this is easy, she's falling into my arms.... Suddenly, her legs bent and hooked round his neck. As he gsped in surprise, Amelia locked her ankles, catching him between her knees, her calves swinging downwards, onto his back, catching him off balance, and pushing his head foreward along the smooth thighs, till his face reached her pale blue covered crotch. Amelia snapped her legs straight and tightened her scissors, enjoying the feeling of his neck between her strong thighs...Brads eyes suddenly snapped open in surprise, as he felt the satinty, warm thighs ripple and harden, as the steely muscles coiled and tightened round his neck. "Ummmphhhh"...his voice was muffled by the silky covering of her crotch. Dimly, because her thighs were partly covering his ears, he heard her voice..""I'm sick of you studs always thinking a lone girl is your property."..she tightened her grip, smiling as he heard his muffled moan, knowing the power she had in her legs. " I'm going to teach you a lesson..".her voice hardened.."I'm a gymnast....years of practicing has built up my legs...do you like them ?" She twisted her hips, torquing his neck painfully. He squealed...she couldn't make out his words...but his reddening face, showed her he was feeling the strength in her thighs. Brad grasped her legs with his hands, struggling to stay upright on his knees, feeling the warm suppleness of her legs as they rippled and hardened..increasing the pressure on his neck.His voice was muffled as he gasped out his protests..".Umphhh...get off....urghhhh" .Amelia shuddered, feeling his voice vibrating through her sex, and chuckled. "Did you know ?"...her voice has a dangerous edge to it..." I could knock you out, strangle you...or just hold you here, till the tide comes in, and drown you!"...her following giggle sent waves of panic through him..and he unleashed a stream of muffled curses, as he tried to prise her steel hard thighs apart...but his hands, still slippery with the suntan lotion, kept slipping from her smooth skin. Amelia stopped his protests, with a "Shut up you creep...you wouldn't take no for an answer...now you pay the price !" Brad was feeling panicky , now. His hands kept slipping off the steel hard thighs, he was struggling to stay upright on his knees, but his legs had become very shaky. He could feel the heat prickle on his back, as waves of weakness swept through him. "Damn"..he thought "..she's too strong for me". He tried to tense his neck muscles., but it was too late. Her grip was secure, her strong inner thigh muscles biting deep into the sides of his neck, cutting the blood to his brain. In desperation, his clawing hands pawed backwards, grasping her knees, trying to part them...but his strength had now little power, and they slipped and flopped down onto her flat bronzed stomach. Waves of dizziness flooded his brain, his knees started to shake and his hands twitched convulsively..he moaned and shuddered..half suffocated, half strangled ...his resitance had gone. He felt the steely grip of her thighs tighten again...he felt the blood pounding in his head. Amelia felt his resistance fade. Saw the twitching of his legs, and.knew she had him helpless. She gritted her pretty small teeth, and twisted her hips hard, while powering all her supple strength into her grip on his neck. His legs gave way, and with a muffled moan, he slumped down onto his side. He felt something soft and wet tickle the soles of his feet..."Christ"..he thought "the bloody tide's coming in!!!!"..He made renewed efforts to free himself, but he felt totally weak, and his flailing legs slipped on the wet sand, while his free hand slithered off the hard , muscled thighs which powered their strength round his neck, holding him fast, making him weak and dizzy and half strangling him. He felt the small waves now break around his chest area..He sobbed helplessly, and tried to hit her with his free fist. Amelia merely giggled, and grasped his weakly flailing wrist in her strong hands, while the waves crept higher. Amelia raised herself on her elbows, as the waves reached her shapely bottom, rolling slightly, so she now rolled the helpless man still trapped between her thighs, forcing his head down...and into the water. Brad felt the rush of water into his nose and mouth, snorted it out , and weakly tried to raise his head. But the girl with her hips still twisted pushed down, and he found himself under water again. The man kicked, splashing the water. his whole body screaming for air...until, suddenly, Amelia rolled her hips back, and gasping, the water dripping from his face, he drew in great sobbing gasps of air. Amelia unlocked her ankles...and he felt the steel thighs suddenly relax, as she rolled away and stood up, leaving the man weakly trying to get to his knees. "You're lucky", sneered Amelia, looking down at the man with contempt.."I'm in a good mood...but don't try anything with me again...or..." She left the sentence unfinished, but the man looking up at her, still trying to get enough air into his lungs to still the dizzy, weak feeling he still had, saw the determination in her lovely face, and as his glance fell away, he saw the seemingly normal looking legs, muscles now relaxed, and looking soft and silky again. He shuddered, with the knowledge that they could have killed him easily . It would be a long time before Greg chanced his luck with a lone girl again.