I was hungry. It was early. The first rays of sunlight colored the sand blue and purple...It was amazing, the whole beach looked like it was roasting; the sand blew on my face. Humidity stung, and yet it was delightful.
I stepped outside my room and was shocked by the beauty of that morning...A promising day, no doubt.
I wore a light cotton blouse and my shorts, showing off my belly, finally flat, after slaving for weeks doing abs. My sandals had heels which made me look slightly taller than my five feet. I liked that. My hair, I let down, being brushed by the strokes of the wind.
"Welcome to California!" I said to myself.
There was a Denny's right across the street, a blessing from the gods. I was craving for their toast and eggs, a sizzling steak and a grapefruit juice, which I ordered without looking at the menu.
I unfolded my city map and took notes of some points of interest; I wanted to avoid Beverly Hills. Santa Monica offered me the kind of diversion I wanted, quiet beaches and a very bohemian flair; people were dressed with beach clothes, barefoot--if they could--smiling, very down-to-earth.
As I was fully enjoying my gourmet breakfast, you walked in. Nobody seemed to notice, except, maybe that young waitress with her little green eyes and silicone stuffed breasts with nipples that wanted to pop off her uniform.
Tall, dark, and handsome. There is your profile in three words. But, of course, I detailed the hows and the wheres of your stunning body.
I recognized you immediately. My heart was pounding insanely, a few drops of sweat flowed down my forehead.
The feisty, little missy and her graceful tits greeted you. You smiled and followed her to a booth that was separated from mine only by a glass railing. When you passed right in front of me, I stopped breathing. I felt like you could see through my body. I was naked to your eyes.
Our eyes met for a couple of seconds. Your murmured your good morning and sat down holding the menu, reading avidly. I had to stop looking at you or you were going to be startled by my lustful gaze. My mouth watered when you ran your fingers through your hair. You had trimmed just a touch. I preferred it longer, shoulder length, but it still looked good, waving up in curls. Your beard was well cut; however you missed a couple of spots, there grew a few rebellious hairs. You still looked good, you were never pretentious.
I laughed at your shirt. It was a T-shirt with Donald Duck doing some sort of trick, and it said Disneyland across your chest. Your hair was still wet, dripping over your shoulders. My eyes caressed your features, finally stopping to look at your hands with perfect knuckles and a light trail of hair covering them like spring moss.
My brains were not functioning properly. I had to stop staring or I was going to be doomed. Hell, no luck. No matter how much I wanted it, I just couldn't stop. My body longed for you; my lips ached; the insights of my thighs were igniting. My hands ran under my blouse and I felt the rhythm of my heart that had lost its mind.
So yes, you looked at me, right into my eyes, and pierced them. They burned. I went blind for a second or two. You stood up and my wickedness roamed down your flat stomach and the length of your legs. I loved those jeans you were wearing, cuddling your buttocks, worn out by your knees. You got your wallet out and took a bill to pay for your unfinished meal. You moved confidently and looked in both directions, as if you were checking for someone. You walked right in my direction.
Your eyes were sparkling. They were perfect coffee beans, meeting me with an intense look that drove me crazy and that sent spasms throughout my body. You stood in front of me like a brick tower. A grin adorned your features. You simply said, "Come with me..." You dropped a ten dollar bill on my table and took my hand. You held it tight and I got up my seat.
What was I doing? My body had a mind of its own; my legs knew what to do; my feet, one in front of the other, and yet I had no control over anything that was happening. You held the door for me as I stepped out. The sun was a bit higher in the sky and I could feel the heat of the sun filling my nostrils with humidity.
"My car is here...please, get in..." You asked me. That delicious accent of yours, rolling up your r's. I loved you for it. You were trembling. I noticed your fingers shaking lightly...Again my body moved without my permission and I got inside your car. You locked the door behind me.
Suddenly I felt I had just awakened from the deepest dream, "well, hold on a minute, "I stuttered, "what the hell are we doing? Wait...I mean...I know who you are, but...this is...Oh My God!"
"Shhhh," you said hushing me, letting your index finger down my nose, "it's gonna be okay."
I knew we were going to your place. We drove a few miles down the already inhabited beaches. I could see your eyes looking around, even with your dark glasses.
"What are your plans?" I asked with a dimmed voice, trying to make some sense out of everything, "I mean, are you rehearsing for a new role or something?"
You laughed and took my hand in yours, kissing my fingers one by one. "What is your name?" You asked. I told you. You repeated my name three or four times, like no other human being ever had. I wished I had a longer name, so it would have lingered in your tongue a bit longer.
We drove for a few more minutes and stopped by an oasis that led to an apartment complex. A pool and golf courts were in sight; I saw more palm trees than in the whole estate of Florida. You held my hand and I followed you through a tropical jungle to an apartment with a patio and sliding doors, nothing spectacular about it.
We walked in and I stood breathless as I noticed you had full view of the ocean. You stood right behind me and massaged my shoulders. I closed my eyes and let my body be filled by waves of pleasure.
