"What is it?" I asked, curious about her gift. She rummaged inside her bag for a few seconds before taking out a beautiful blue denim bikini top. "Here, I found it this morning I used to wear it last year, it's very comfortable, but it's a bit small for me now," she said, indicating her well developed boobs. Eyewitness Part 1 by Alys

I dropped my bag on the soft sand and, after spreading my towel out carefully, lay down and stretched in the warm, early morning July sun.

"You and your early bus!" I said to my girlfriend Rachel, sat next to me, slowly massaging her sore feet," that mile was so far in flip-flops."

"Hey Josie, it's not my fault the stupid driver decided to stop in the village not the beach," she responded while throwing a few grains of sand on my legs.

"I know,..was only kidding," I said as I gently caressed her leg," and anyway, there's one good thing about being with a hot girl on an empty beach at half past seven."

"Um, I wonder what that could be?" she said, smiling while holding her chin in her hand as if she was engaged in deep analysis of a serious problem.

"You know what I'm talking about, you tease, why else would I've got up at six?" I replied.

"Could it be this?" Rachel said suggestively as she lay down on her side next to me, snuggling her body close to mine before bending her gorgeous neck and kissing me gently on the lips.

I responded by pulling her down towards me and returning her kiss with interest as our embrace released the tension of days of stifled mutual longing.

Some little time later, our passions briefly sated, we lay entwined on my towel with my head resting on her arm and my hand idly caressing her tummy.

"I love you so much Josie," said Rachel softly, " I wish I could have helped you find your true nature earlier."

"I love you too," I responded," you know I wouldn't have accepted myself without your help."

"Ready for round two?" she asked as she gently maneuvered herself to lie on top of me.

"Wait," I said, using my hand to stop her complete her movement," we're not alone any more."

"Damn!" she said a little angrily, as she moved back to sit upright on the beach.

We both watched as the two young men wearing wetsuits and carrying surfboards made their way down to the water.

"What the hell are they doing here?" asked Rachel," they must know there's no surf in Wembury."

"It's odd, I thought all the surfers went to Newquay," I responded, puzzled at the unexpected arrival.

Within a minute the mystery was solved as the two men ran back to their cars to fetch their masts and sails. They then paddled out on their boards before setting their equipment up. Soon the two colourful windsurfers were moving quickly across the bay.

"Looks like the place is beginning to fill up now," I said as I noticed a few cars coming into the distant beach car park.

"We'd better change then while we still have some privacy," said Rachel," and I've got a new bikini to show you."

"I guess I'm stuck like this," I said indicating my t-shirt and shorts.

"Hey, no, I've got you a prezzie, you'll love it," Rachel said as she slipped out of her denim skirt and panties and put on her yellow bikini bottoms.

"What is it?" I asked, curious about her gift.

She rummaged inside her bag for a few seconds before taking out a beautiful blue denim bikini top.

"Here, I found it this morning I used to wear it last year, it's very comfortable, but it's a bit small for me now," she said, indicating her well developed boobs.

I took the skimpy garment, and leaned forward to hug my sweet Rachel.

"Thank-you sweetie, it's lovely," I said as I fingered the smooth material in my hand.

"I think so too and it'll look great with your shorts," she responded enthusiastically.

"But you know I can't wear it," I protested," I'll get tan lines."

"Please Josie just for a little, before the sun gets up, I so wanted to see you in it," she pleaded.

"OK, how can I resist you," I said, smiling back at her.

We quickly took off our t-shirts and folded them in a neat pile.

"I wish mine were as nice as yours," I said, as I compared my fried eggs with Rachel's beautifully well formed boobs, before tying my bikini in place.

"Don't worry, sweet," Rachel responded as she finished putting her own bikini on," I'm sure you will be soon enough, it's just, I guess we could call you a late developer, your mother's big enough isn't she?"

I nodded my assent before we walked slowly, hand in hand, down to the water's edge. We paddled for a few minutes in the sea but soon the morning low sea temperature was too much to bear and we made our way back to our belongings.

"Too cold to swim yet," I said after we had sat down.

"I fancy a bit of sun bathing, can you do my back?" asked Rachel.

A few minutes later I was rubbing the remainder of the sun protection cream to my face while Rachel lay on her towel with a contented look after my oily massage.

I leaned over to pick up my t-shirt.

"You could sunbathe too," she said.

"How could I do that?" I asked in puzzlement.

"If you undo your bikini and lie on your front you can get a complete tan without lines," she explained, smiling," and I can return your favour and do your back."

I lay forward, untied my bikini top and was soon being relaxed by Rachel's gentle massage as she rubbed in the creamy liquid. Within a few minutes the gentle stroking on my back had combined with my lack of sleep, from getting up so early in the morning, to send me off to sleep.

I woke with a start as the sand flies buzzed around my face. I wafted them away and glanced over to see that Rachel was smiling and gently, peacefully snoozing. I looked at my watch and saw that it was nearly nine o'clock. My eyes scanned the beach to see that the place was beginning to fill up, with about twenty groups of all different shapes, sizes and ages claiming places on the sand.

The noise of seagulls caught my attention. I looked up to see many birds milling around the cliff edge where there was clearly a small colony. There seemed to be constant movement as they scavenged in the nearby car park bins for any food items before returning to their nests. Suddenly a group that were waddling across the verge scattered into the air in a mad, noisy bedlam of movement and sound. A larger, dark bird cast a brief shadow over the ground before rising on the updraft to prepare for another attack.

I wondered what sort of bird of prey it was. I knew very little of birds but I guessed it was some sort of hawk. I watched it a few times, climbing and swooping, as it unsuccessfully sought to capture a seagull. I took out the mini-binoculars that I had in my bag to try and get a better view of the bird so that I could look it up later when I got home.

Suddenly my field of view was filled with a large black car pulling up into a very isolated corner of the car park. There was something strange and unusual about the sleek, expensive looking vehicle and so I decided to continue watching it to see what sort of person would drive it.

To my surprise two large men in dark suits and sunglasses opened the doors and stood for a few moments as if checking out the immediate vicinity. Then they moved to the large boot and took out what seemed to be a very heavy carpet. The carried this, on their shoulders, to another car, much older and in much worse condition, before depositing what seemed to be something large and wriggling inside it.

Within a few seconds they had returned the carpet to the original car, one of them had sat in the second car and started the engine. To my surprise the two men then went to the back and started pushing. Slowly the old vehicle started moving forward and then, as it gathered momentum down the slope, its velocity increased.

I watched in horror as the car, now bucking as the person trapped inside desperately tried to free themselves, made its way inexorably towards the edge of the cliff.

Travelling quite fast it brushed through the restraining wooden fence flying a few yards into the air before falling rapidly.

There was a loud bang as the car hit the rocks below followed by an even louder noise of an explosion as the punctured fuel tank released fuel onto the engine. Finally the burning vehicle slid into the sea generating huge clouds of steam.

I had stood up as the car fell to its final fate and as soon as I saw the entry into the water I trained the binoculars back on the cliff. The two men were standing on the edge, having removed their sunglasses to obviously admire their handiwork.

As the last sign of the car disappeared I watched as they shook hands and made their way back to their original car. Slowly, as if nothing untoward had happened they slowly pulled away, I strained to read the plate and once I was sure of it I leant down to write it in some nearby damp sand.

"Whassup," slurred Rachel as she was dragged out of her slumbers by the commotion.

"Come on Rachel, I think some-one's been murdered!" I blurted out to my girlfriend.