Joey parked his truck, looking around quickly at the cars there. He didn't see the little blue compact among them. He felt a surge of disappointment. Today would have been the day of confrontation. He decided not to give up. She might still show up.
He got his kite from behind the seat, along with his bag of gear. Hanging the strap of the bag over his shoulder, he grabbed his chair and cooler of soda. He went to his normal spot and set up his chair. Then he began to put his stunt kite together. When the kite was ready, he began to play out the lines carefully. When he had them stretched out, he walked back to get the kite. He attached the four lines to the four points on the kite harness.
Walking back to his chair, he cast a disdainful look at the cloudless blue sky, and cursed the lack of wind. The kite he had with him was rated for low winds, but he didn't have anything that would fly in no wind. It looked like he would play the waiting game today. Sometimes kite flyers spent more time waiting for wind than flying.
He pulled his shirt over his head and spread it over his chair. He sat and leaned back and stretched out his legs to soak in some sun. It wasn't long before he had the feeling he was being watched. He knew how spooky she was, so he slit his eyes open just a crack to look.
There she was, right in her normal spot. Hunched over that sketchpad. He watched her watching him for a few minutes. She was sketching furiously, as if trying to capture an image before it was gone. Her eyes flitted from him to the sketchpad and back again. Suddenly she stopped and held the book out to view.
She gave what appeared to be a satisfied nod, and snapped the book closed. She mopped at the beads of sweat forming in the cleft between her bikini-clad breasts with a corner of her towel. She stood and slipped out of her shorts, revealing her bikini bottoms.
She wasn't watching him, so Joey took a chance and opened his eyes fully. He openly admired her lush figure, revealed to him in her skimpy pink bikini. She slowly picked her barefoot way to the water, glancing back over her shoulder at him. She saw him watching her and smiled quickly before turning away.
Joey didn't know what her game was today. She had never actually acknowledged his presence before. If he even looked like he might approach her, she had bolted and run. He decided to take her smile as an invitation to join her in the water. He was sure that he could come up with an excuse to talk to her once there.
When he caught up with her, however, he found that excuses eluded him. He decided that bluntness was probably the best course. So he went directly to her and asked her flat out with no pleasantries.
"Are you drawing pictures of me?"
She blushed, and stammered an apology.
"It's alright, I don't mind. I just want to see."
"Oh no!" She demurred quickly. "I can't show them to you."
"Look, I don't mind being your model, but I think I have a right to see the pictures."
She really didn't want to show him, but he forced her, threatening to press charges against her for invasion of privacy. He was sure it was illegal to draw pictures of someone without their consent.
Joey followed her back to her towel, his eyes travelling over her shapely ass with every step she took. She carefully opened the sketchbook to a page in the middle. She held it out toward him, intending for him to just look while she held it. He took it from her unwilling hands and sat down on her blanket to study it.
She had done a marvelous job, but it wasn't finished. His head and upper body were drawn in exquisite detail, but she had only drawn the outline of his lower body. It looked as if she were drawing him nude!
"What about the others? Are they in here?" He asked, looking into her frightened eyes.
"No!" She shouted, attempting to snatch the book out of his hands. "You can't look at anything else."
"I think I have to now, especially after that reaction." He eluded her hands and turned the page back. "What an active imagination you have!" He looked in wonder at the picture. He hoped he looked as good naked as she drew him. Especially his ass. She had drawn him flying his kite with his back to her. She had put much effort into drawing the flexed muscles in his back and butt. His legs were drawn to perfection with the corded muscles standing out as he fought to hold the kite in a strong wind. He turned to the next one, which was of him standing naked in the surf, with his head thrown back laughing. This one was full frontal. He studied the flaccid cock between the legs. She had come very close to reality.
He turned the page again, and received a surprise. It was of him again, and she was there too. They were both naked, and she was lying back over a large boulder, and he was leaning over her, sucking one rosy nipple into his mouth. The expression on her face in the drawing was one of ecstasy. He shot a quick glance up at her. She had slumped on the blanket and was looking dejectedly down at her lap. He could see the dark outlines of her nipples through her wet bikini top, and his cock twitched at the thought of his mouth encircling one.
He turned to the next page. It was of the two of them again, embracing. It actually looked to him like they were fucking. She had her head thrown back, and he had his face against her neck. Her hands were drawn with one splayed on his back, and the other gripping his ass cheek.