Chapter One (her)
Finally some relaxation! After what I have been through the past week it's a welcome reprieve. I arrived in the early morning and checked into the nostalgic looking beach hide-away. It looked just as wonderful as the brochure. The privacy of the huts has surfboards for head boards and huge palm ceiling fans. Large airy windows with mosquito netting over them; even the commode had a playful beach theme with little sea shell soaps and real sponge loufa. I placed my things in the drawers and closets looking forward to a long two weeks laying in the sun and enjoying the sunsets right outside my walk-out patio covered in beach sand.
After unpacking I changed into my new red bikini and black flowered wrap and wandered out to the cabana. The ocean was breath-taking! The salty air and the rolling waves, I breathed deep and sauntered forward. At the cabana bar there was a pad of paper that read:
leave your drink order and location here
. So, I wrote
Wimpy Pina-Colada, wimpy Red bikini girl
. Then found a semi shady spot under a gigantic palm tree not too far away.
Kicking up my feet on a lounger I sat back and people watched. There were groups of people descending from the hilltop huts above to enjoy a day on our own private beach exclusively for hotel patrons only. There were some children building sand castles, and others giggling and squealing, running away from the waves. A few old ladies wearing huge straw hats dressed like it was chilly walked down the beach in gaudy studded sandals. They waved as they passed by me and smiled. I waved and smiled back listening to the flip-flop of there sandals beating against their heels, flicking the sand. Behind them followed what appeared to be their spouses gawking in another direction to my far left. They were grinning from ear to ear and stumbling about in an attempt to walk straight. Curiously, I followed their gaze to see what they where grinning about. Not to my surprise, there were four scantily clad young girls looking like they were in their early twenties all dolled up and wearing identical bright lime green bikinis. The blonde bent over her towel with her ass in the air and another blonde straddling a red head rubbing lotion liberally over all her freckled back. She was stretched out on her stomach with no top on playing the tunes on a small portable radio showing a sufficient amount of cleavage. The third was a dark haired gal with her bouncing bosoms falling out of a wet suit while she aggressively waxed a surfboard.
"Dirty old men," I thought and chuckled out loud accidentally, as I couldn't take my eyes off of them either. Oh to be young again.
The waves were steadily rolling in and another group of young men ran to the waters edge with boogie boards in hand and splashing into the surf. They paddled pretty far out, as I made a mental note to try this on my vacation.
Behind me a masculine snicker was heard over my shoulder and startled me. I sat back and blocked the sun form my eyes as I glanced up and saw this incredibly tanned Adonis standing over me. Platinum blonde hair and sexy mirrored shades covering his eyes, a gleaming white smile and a fabulous muscle bound body! I think he noticed me blushing at the sight of him. Never mind my thought of him laying down on top of me right here and now!
"You like what you see?" He said. I could have sworn he struck a pose.
Nodding to the girls, "Those underage beach bunnies are here all summer and are much too wealthy for their own good."
He pointed out at the guys playing in the waves body surfing. "I noticed you watching them; I can teach you how to do that if you want."
"Oh, that is so very kind of you to offer, but I just don't know. Is it dangerous?" I replied reaching for my drink. He seemed to be staring at my tits and still held it out of my reach.
"You teach?" I asked sitting upright. "Multi-talented then; aren't you the waiter?"