Sam Mira stepped off the train and saw the beach just a few hundred yards away. She had taken this whole week off work, booked a hotel nearby and planned to spend most days on the beach, relaxing and getting some sun on her skin.
Sam quickly booked into the hotel and changed into a long green beach dress with her figure hugging black bikini underneath, so she could have a splash in the sea.
She rushed over to the beach, desperate to feel the sand on her feet and the sun pulling all her worries away. In her haste, she forgot to bring a towel to lay on, so bought a lilo, which the seller kindly blew up for her.
Sam lay on the beach, her sunglasses hiding her eyes darting around, looking at the bare chested men in small shorts and catching a few glances back her way. These glances increased tenfold when she pulled her dress shoulder straps and slid it off, dropping it onto the sand revealing her curvy body, her breasts straining to be free from their bonds.
Whilst sunbathing, Sam glanced several times at the sea, longing to just float on the lilo, watching all her cares disappear.
"Fuck it," she says to herself, standing up and grabbing her lilo. She strides towards the sea, slowing when a guy whistles at her.
"Hey baby," he calls at her.
She pauses briefly, looks him up and down and just replies "No," walking knee deep in to the sea, lying face up on her lilo as the water flows around her, as if the sea wanted to caress her body.
A stream of water runs between her breasts, like mountains rising from the waters and she lays back, the sun and water together washing away her stresses and anxieties as she closes her eyes.
"Hey," comes the cry that wakes Sam from her happy slumber. "Are you OK?"
Waking slowly, she looks around and the realisation dawns that she fell asleep and has floated a long way from the beach.
Sam looks in the direction the voice came from and sees a large white and blue boat, its owner leaning over the side, flashing an incredible smile down at her.
"Erm... yeah," she replies sheepishly, "I fell asleep."
His smile broadens and he holds out a hand "I'm heading back to the beach soon. Need a lift?"
Sam hesitates, but the thought of a long paddle back wasn't very appealing, plus she'd never been on a boat before.
"That would be lovely, thank you," Sam answers, grabbing the guy's hand as he pulls her to the side of the boat next to a small stepladder.
Sam pulls herself onto the boat, tripping over the top step unsteadily. As she trips, her rescuer catches her and she falls into an embrace.
Time slows as she looks in his bright green eyes, his voice just audible as her tells her "Welcome aboard, I'm Mark,", his arms holding her gently and staring back into her brown eyes.
"I'm Sam," she mumbles back, her voice failing her as her hands on his chest feel his deep breaths, but she steps away, sitting on a wooden bench.
"Actually, you've timed it perfectly. Lunch is nearly ready, is line caught fish with salad alright?" Mark asks.
"Wow," Sam laughs. "Rescued by a sexy guy with a yacht who can cook. I think I might still be asleep."
"Sexy, huh? Thank you," Mark smiles, looking up as he puts the freshly cooked food on two plates, bringing them to a table on the deck.
Sam blushes a little, but the moment is ruined by the wind blowing across the deck, making Sam shiver in her wet bikini.
Mark notices and disappears into a room next to the kitchen, bringing out a white fluffy robe and handing it to Sam.
