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 café 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."
"Well, Teresa McIntosh, you have a delightful accent. Where are you from?" I laugh nervously. "I'm guessing that you would never have heard of it. I come from a small town called Lunnenburg which is in Nova Scotia, Canada."
"Well, I've certainly heard of Nova Scotia and Canada. Is your Lunnenburg anywhere near Halifax? I've heard lots of great things about the City of Halifax." He has a wonderful smile and his eyes are making me putty in his hands.
"Yes, very close. It is a nice city but I prefer to be out of the city. Where are you from Tom?" I really don't care where he is from. All I care about is where I would like him to be right now. "I agree, living away from the big city is the ultimate. I come from a very small seaside community in Southern England." The waitress arrives to take our order and once again, he takes over. "I think we'd like a tray of King Crab Legs." This is uncanny, how could he know that is my ultimate favorite food. It is so decadent to be ordering it in the middle of the day. My insides are trembling so bad I am sure I am about to orgasm. I don't remember the last time I had an orgasm the usual way and I've certainly NEVER had one sitting in a public place with a total stranger. Our meal arrives and I struggle trying to open a claw. "Here, let me help you." He very adeptly opens the claw and plunges it into the melted butter and feeds it to me. I can't take my eyes off him. The butter runs down my chin and he laughs as he reaches for a napkin and dabs it on me. Everything about this man reeks of sex and I am going crazy with lust. We finish our lunch and are both very lightheaded from the warmth of the sun, the wine and such a lovely meal. It seems we just arrived and now the waitress is telling us it is closing time and we have to leave.
"Fancy a walk on the beach?" he says light heartedly. We leave and as we approach the beach he takes my hand in his. I can't help myself, I reach over my other arm and put my hand on his upper arm. The sun is setting and the beach is ever so romantic. As we walk, all I can think about is how much I want this man. Suddenly, I trip and he grabs me in his wonderful arms. "Are you alright?" He is holding me to his chest and I can feel his penis against my stomach. Without thinking I put my arms around his neck and draw his lips into mine. It is a beautiful and lingering kiss. "I'm sorry to be so forward but you are just the most incredible person I have ever met and I feel that I have known you all my life." I am breathless. His hands gently run down my back, "Oh Teresa, where have you been all my life...." We continue down the beach with our arms around each other and it is just the most natural thing in the world.