The room was spinning. Suddenly that afternoon cocktail and a wank didn’t seem like such a good idea. Alcohol and blazing sunshine were not a good combination Bex thought as she tried to avoid the feeling that the room was shrinking in on her. Hang on, shrinking in? There was a crack and a jolt as the hotel bed gave way beneath her and her toes touched the far wall. The ceiling was now pressing against her shoulder.
“Argh! Help me!” Bex screamed as she pushed upwards and felt the concrete give way. She was rising, and then suddenly falling as the floor collapsed.
*
The cabana was busy. People on vacation don’t stay out of the afternoon sun the way they would do at home and the crowds looking to have a good time were starting to loosen up. Then there was a sound like a slow explosion, a rumbling and cracking and crunching fills the air. Cries went through the crowd as it looked like one of the hotels had collapsed, a pile of rubble and a cloud of dust further down the strip. And then all of a sudden the whole thing moved. The broken concrete seemed to slide, revealing tanned pale flesh beneath. A body began to rise, standing up, and up and up. At first people were frozen as she looked around, bewildered, taking it all in. Then she slowly lowered her hand to her crotch, stroking herself on the outside of her bikini bottoms. She began to moan. It was like a spell was broken. The crowd started to break and flee down the beach.
*
“Unhhh” This was even better. Somehow this was real. Now Bex was incredibly horny, and she had an audience. The whole resort town laid out before her, the hotels on the strip only as tall as her thighs. She would try to get to the bottom of this, but as her fingers worked, and she felt the wetness seep through her bikini, she just needed to take care of this first.