My first venture into Romance. Send me your emails with critical points please. Oh, I hope you enjoy it as well.
Evelyn smiled with content when she felt the warmth of the morning sun on her bare skin. She stood on the back veranda of her secluded beach house and closed her eyes as she luxuriated in the peace and tranquillity of her surroundings. The sun's warm smile kissed her upturned face, and the cool breath of the sea breeze teased her walnut dark nipples to hardness. As she basked in the morning sun, Evelyn listened to the powerful sound of the sea as the rolling tide crashed against the breakwater a short distance away along the shoreline.
Evelyn had been very pleased to find her beach house. It had taken some doing; months of searching for just the right place; and now she was so glad she'd persevered. As she lay in her bed at night she would listen to the soft lullaby of the waves breaking over the sand when the tide was right. It was at moments like this, moments when she could move naked and free around the house and garden that Evelyn gave thanks for her good fortune.
She had been dreaming of leaving the city for a long time, and it had been Aunt Jane that had finally given Evelyn the chance to realise her dream. Her Aunt had bequeathed a considerable sum of money to Evelyn in her will, and as saddened as Evelyn had been by the passing of her beloved Aunt, the money had meant that Evelyn could choose the path she longed to follow for so long.
As soon as she'd found the beach house, Evelyn left her job without once looking back or a moment of regret. That had been six months ago, and now she was revelling in her first summer by the sea.
She spent her days idly exploring the surrounding area, and took long walks along the shoreline with Buster, her golden Labrador. She dabbled in paints; not because of any particular latent skill or talent, but simply because she found she was drawn to do so, and now that she had the financial freedom to indulge herself, she thought - why not?
Evelyn sighed and opened her eyes, then, starting at the broad swell of her hips she ran her hands over the soft, honey coloured skin of her body. She felt the softness of her belly with the tips of her fingers and then cupped her tight breasts in her hands. Evelyn dreamily fingered the stiff points of her nipples and savoured the gently insistent heartbeat throb that seemed to connect her puckered teats and her suddenly attentive clitoris. At the very moment Evelyn decided to move back into the house, perhaps to surrender to her carnal urges, she suddenly realised that she wasn't alone. There, standing by the small garden shed, completely immobile, stood an unkempt young man.
The shock of realisation burst across Evelyn's senses and she gasped involuntarily. She realised that she was perfectly framed in the doorway, and that the young man had observed her nudity and intimate caresses.
Even in the shock and surprise of the moment, Evelyn's mind jumped forward in a surreal moment of lucidity. She was aware of the man's pale eyes studying her intently, and even though he was an intruder and trespassing on her property, Evelyn felt no air of danger whatsoever. Somehow, she sensed that the man meant her no harm, and in fact the presence of his backpack on his shoulders indicated that she had probably caught the man by surprise just as he was leaving. It looked as though he had merely used Evelyn's shed as a shelter for the night, and was making his exit when Evelyn had framed herself so candidly in the doorway.
It was uncanny how the presence of the stranger caused Evelyn no discomfort at all, even the fact that she was stood on the veranda naked as the day she was born didn't feel like much of consequence to Evelyn.
Having made no noise during the night, or even given any sign that he was aware of the stranger on his territory, Buster the Labrador dog gave a belated 'chuff', and jogged over to the stranger with his tail sweeping from side to side in greeting.
The stranger spoke as Buster sniffed at his legs inquisitively. 'I'm sorry,' he said, and Evelyn found herself quietly mesmerised by the pale blue of his eyes. His eyes captivated her so fully that Evelyn completely forgot her nudity, and she merely stared back at the man mutely. The man unconcernedly ruffled the fur on Buster's head and held Evelyn's gaze for a moment. 'I'm sorry,' he repeated. 'I was only using the shed for a bedroom last night. I meant no harm and I'll... er... be on my way now, ma'am.' The young man stooped, picked up a battered guitar case, and with Buster dancing around his heels made his exit.
Evelyn stood transfixed for long seconds after the young man had gone. She had found him deeply disturbing, not for reasons of his trespass, but for the way in which Evelyn felt drawn to him. She felt as though he was connected to her somehow, as though there was some bond between them. The memory of his pale eyes pierced her, and it was only the feel of Buster's soft fur against her legs that finally roused Evelyn from her reverie. When she had returned to the here and now, Evelyn realised that she had exposed her completely naked body to the young man and that she had made no effort whatsoever to cover her nudity. Her face flushed beet red at the memory, and the flush crept down over neck and shoulders as her embarrassment deepened.
'Some bloody guard dog you are,' she scolded Buster playfully and then rubbed the top of his furry head when the dog returned from accompanying the stranger from the premises. Then, with the stranger's pale blue eyes in her thoughts, Evelyn walked back inside to begin the routine of her day.
*** Shit, Jason thought as he walked along the shore after leaving the garden. Shit, she was just so beautiful standing there in the doorway. The woman had caught him off guard, just as he was making what he hoped would be a clean getaway, she'd arrived on the back veranda with perfect timing. At first Jason thought he'd been caught and that the woman was going to threaten him with all manner of legal action, but then he'd noticed she was completely naked, and he froze on the spot.
Miraculously, it appeared as thought he woman hadn't even seen Jason standing against the shed, and he'd had those few precious moments to study her glorious, golden brown, symmetrical curves. He drank in the sight of her long, elegant, well shaped legs, the swell of her hips, and the inward sweep to her waist. He saw the teardrop shape of her high, tight breasts, and had noticed the tightening of her nipples in reaction to the cool sea breeze. Her pretty face looked entirely serene in the time before she noticed him standing there, and he was stirred by the picture of the woman's long blue/black hair as the tendrils gently caressed the upper slopes of her sweet breasts. He was also smitten by the image of her when he remembered how she'd run her hands in sensual appreciation over the curves of her body.
'Damn,' he whispered to himself and shook his head slowly from side to side. Jason felt the same attraction to Evelyn; as unbeknownst to him; was reciprocated by his mystery woman. It wasn't just her nudity that had caused such an emotional backlash within Jason's psyche, it was more the aura of the woman as she'd stood completely unguarded as she savoured the warmth of the sun on her exposed body. He recognised Evelyn's innate kindness, her genuine goodness, and although he couldn't put words to the feeling, he recognised that it was a connection on a spiritual level. 'You're going batty, mate,' he smiled to himself ruefully. Love at first sight? Pah! It was only because she was a looker and she was starker - Get over it! Jason moved his backpack around his shoulders, and then taking a firmer grip on the handle of his beaten and bashed guitar case, he made his way towards the town centre and tried to put the early morning image out of his mind.
He carefully counted he change he kept in the inside pocket of his old coat, and then was pleasantly surprised to find a forgotten pound coin in the lining. Must be my lucky day, he thought and decided to go the whole hog and to treat himself to a full breakfast, the providence of his find meant that Jason now had enough cash to buy the rare treat of a cooked breakfast.
Jason sat amidst the morning rush in the bustling café next to the railway station and sniffed the air appreciatively as his stomach awoke to the delicious scent of cooking breakfasts. He ate his meal with ravenous appetite and slurped the delicious hot tea from the huge mug that the young waitress banged down onto his table without ceremony.
When he could linger no more amongst the jokes and banter between the café staff and the obvious regulars, Jason reluctantly left the convivial atmosphere and ventured out into the warmth of the day. He set himself up in a position in front of the railway station and unpacked his guitar. He left the guitar case open as an invitation to passers by to show their appreciation, and soon the mystery nude was forgotten as he fingered the chords to his repertoire and sang along.
Jason stayed playing to the passing crowd until 10am and finally decided that he'd made all the money he was likely to make in that spot, and besides he was expecting the so far benign local police to move him on soon. Just as he was singing the closing lines to his final song, Jason looked up and noticed the woman from the beach house coolly appraising him, the faithful Labrador sitting patiently by her feet.
'Hiya, fellah,' Jason said to Buster, and then smiled across to the woman. 'Hello again,' he said shyly this time as she continued to stare at him.
'Well well,' she smiled after rousing herself from her apparent trance. 'It appears we're destined to bump into each other today.' She blinked rapidly several times when she realised the aptness of her words when compared to the strange feelings she'd had following their earlier encounter.
'Uh, yeh,' Jason murmured, slightly perturbed by the intensity of the woman's stare. 'Look, I'm... er, sorry about this morning... The shed thing and all, I don't mean you being...' He was going to say 'naked', but stopped the word just as it was about to burst from behind his teeth in an embarrassing bubble.
Evelyn's laughter caught Jason by surprise. 'That's ok,' she said, the amusement obvious in her tone. Then, with a sudden change in demeanour she became serious. 'Look,' Evelyn said in a low voice, 'I'm not sure why, but...' She faltered unsure of how to continue. 'Oh, God,' Evelyn sighed exasperated. She wanted to tell Jason how she felt. How she was inexplicably drawn to him. How she found the blue of his eyes captivating, and how she wanted to get to know him, but the madness of those thoughts overwhelmed her and her courage poured away. 'Shit,' she said vehemently, and Buster cocked his head towards her, a puzzled look on his fuzzy features. Evelyn looked directly at Jason, straight into those hypnotic eyes – 'Do you want to go for a coffee?' she asked finally.
Bemused by Evelyn's initial words, and surprised by the unexpected invitation, Jason heard himself saying, 'Yeh... Er, sure, that'd be great,' and the next conscious act he could recall was that he was following the mystery woman and her dog into the same café he'd been in earlier.
