I don't know why I'm here. The Isle of Capri had such a lovely ring to it and Italy has always been of interest. It's been so many years since I had a vacation and so much has happened to me I knew that I had to do something. I thought maybe a few weeks in the hot sun would do me good.
I woke up today and realized that it was a most incredible day and that if nothing else, I should go down to the water and see what happens in the Isle of Capri. I don my bikini and put a dress over top of it and go down to the hotel dining room. The local paper isn't helping me with any decisions and so I start to look around the room. Across the room I see a man sitting alone reading a paper and I feel my knees go weak. I am sitting by the window and the sun is pouring in very brightly so I know that he cannot see that I am staring at him. Still, he feels my stare and looks up. He has the most incredible hazel eyes I have ever seen. I find his boyish charm very titillating. He looks around the room nervously trying to determine why he can't keep focused on his newspaper. I chuckle to myself as I have lusty thoughts about what I would do to him if I ever had him alone. Maybe this is why I came here. Maybe I needed to go somewhere to find all the lustful thoughts that had been long forgotten.
I finish my coffee and leave for the beach. A lovely swim and my lustful thoughts and the warm sun make me feel tingly all over. As I lay my towel out I look over and there he is again. The beautiful man from the dining room is sitting on the beach looking out over the water. I re-position my towel so that I can watch him. Lying on my stomach, I undo the back of my bikini top. Oh my God, he is looking over in my direction, I quickly close my eyes. When I open them again, he is smiling at me. I'm sure my face is going a dozen different shades of red, but I smile back and without thinking, I roll over on my back. Startled, I remember that my top isn't fastened and I have just exposed my breasts to a total stranger. I struggle to grab my top and cover myself as quickly as I can all the while trying to be very nonchalant about it. I am so embarrassed I just can't seem to get it all back together but finally I succeed. When I look over, he is laughing and I blush again. What is this man doing to my mind? I haven't so much as thought about a man in many years and now all of a sudden, I would give my life to feel his touch. Get a hold of yourself girl. I bring out my novel and start to read. I am looking at the words but am not comprehending anything at all - they are just a bunch of words on a page. I can't get this man out of my mind.
"Excuse me lovely lady but do you have the time?" The most beautiful English accent. I look up and it is him. Suddenly I feel like I've just wet myself. I wonder if he has any idea whatsoever what he is doing to my mind. His swim trunks show a distinct outline of what appears to be a semi-erect penis. I struggle with my bag trying to find my watch but it isn't there. "I'm sorry, I don't seem to have my watch with me but it must be around 1:00 PM."
"Oh, that seems about right. I was just about to go and grab a bite to eat. Would you care to join me?" I can't believe my ears. "Oh yes, a bite would be wonderful." If only he knew what I would like to bite. I have to control myself. I've never had these feelings before in my life. All of a sudden I am feeling like a total vixen and my mind is racing in a dozen different directions of what I want to do to with this man. I don't understand the feelings at all, but it just doesn't matter. They are there and what am I going to do about it.
We walk to an outdoor cafΓ© and find a table overlooking the water. Without asking, he orders a bottle of white wine. How could he know that I love wine. "My name is Tom McDowell" he says as he offers his hand. He has a lovely, firm grip and it is like jolts of electricity pulsing through my body as I take his hand. "Hi Tom, my name is Teresa McIntosh."