She sat curled up on the towel watching the tide eb and flow. The cool spray of the morning mist intermingled with the first rays of sunlight kissed her skin warming her as the smell of the ocean washed over her and the early morning sounds of the unrestrained tide danced around her. She was lost in thought, absentmindedly staring out at the waves. Her mind was a million miles to nowhere, as the first of the surfers began to arrive.
She had seen many of their faces before, but had never spoken a word to them. They would come and go, passing by her. Some would smile and nod politely, but most paid her no attention, and she was okay with that. She was there to relax and clear her mind - nothing more.
Taking a sip of water, she grabbed her book and began to read. She paid no further attention to the comings and goings of the surfers as she lost herself in the pages of her story, occasionally looking up to enjoy the view and ocean breeze.
It was during one of these moments that she noticed him. He had paddled out and was waiting for the next big wave, and yet his attention seemed to be on her. She glanced behind her, expecting to see someone else - surely he was not looking at her, but finding no one there her attention turned back to him as she strained to make out his face.
Suddenly the breeze picked up, tossing her hair. She blushed as she attempted to tame it, taking her eyes off him for only a moment. When her gaze returned to the water he was nowhere to be seen. She laughed at herself as she took another sip of water. Who was she kidding? There was no way a guy like that would be watching her. She scolded herself as she rolled over and returned to her book.
Lost in her book once more, she did not hear him approach from behind. As he did, his eyes trailed up her thighs and over her rounded cheeks. The bikini she had worn left little to the imagination as it clung nicely to her curves and tied on the side. Her legs lay slightly parted giving only a tease of what lay between. He could feel himself respond to the sight and shifted himself slightly as he approached.
It wasn't until he was standing beside her that she noticed him. Shifting to the side so she could better look at the stranger, she prepared herself, unsure of what to expect. As she looked up at him, she blushed once more. She had not expected the darkness in his eyes. If he noticed her reaction, he pretended not to. Squatting down, he looked at her, studying her expression.
"Do you surf or just lay on the beach looking beautifully distracting, Princess?" He inquired, watching her expression once more - which must have shown her dislike.
"So is it the surfing you disapprove of OR is it being called beautiful?" He asked without waiting for her initial response.
"I don't know how to surf," she responded this time, avoiding his actual question.
"Would you like to learn?" His question seemed innocent and there was something about him that made it impossible to turn him down.
"Sure." she whispered, unsure of herself.
His glare was fleeting and shown of discontent, but it passed quickly, leaving her feeling as though she had imagined it.
Holding out his hand, he smiled. As he helped her to stand he was able to get a full view of her figure. He said nothing, silently leading her to the shoreline. She stood for a moment, allowing the water to wash over the legs. Here she was comfortable, with her feet firmly planted on the ground, but out there - out there scared her. He must have noticed her hesitation as his grip on her hand tightened. Leaning in he whispered, "Don't be afraid. Daddy's got you." His warm breath sending chills through her.
Slowly he led her out till the water was waist deep pushing the board in front of them, a good starting position. Then turning, he began to walk her through mounting the board- a difficult task with the waves coming in. She followed his commands perfectly, but even the best laid out instructions sometimes fail on the first try. Just as she made her first attempt, a wave crested behind them causing her to lose balance flipping the board.
He could not help but smirk as she emerged from the water coughing. She glared at him.
"I look like a drowned cat," she complained, a whimper of disappointment in her voice. Her wet hair now clinging to her as the sun glistened off the water droplets caught in the tangles.
He smiled. "In order to surf, Kitten must first get wet. Now try again," he commanded with a wink.
She huffed, taking hold of the board. This time he held it steady, once more guiding her through each step - over and over again until she was laying on the board. She smiled up at him, proud of her success. Softly his hand traveled down her back and over her ass. Up to this point he has been careful with his touch, but he could no longer restrain himself from caressing her flesh.
"Time to swim, Kitten, '' he said just as another wave came in, this one smaller than the last. He released the board and allowed the tide to carry her into shore. He could hear her giggling and squealing the entire way, and she grinned excitedly as she returned to him, pushing the surfboard.
As she did, she admired the sight. He had a surfers build, broad shoulders with well defined muscles, and his tan skin had obviously been kissed by the sun. As he ran his hand through his hair she noticed the way his smile touched the corner of his eyes. She blushed once more, unsure if her smile was from her ride or her view - but one thing was for certain, he was definitely the cause.
She said nothing as she stood in front of him beaming.
"Did you enjoy?" He asked.
Silently she nodded.
